Chapter 149: Did you and Young Master Sheng break up?

The next day, word spread inside the Sheng Group that Sheng Yu had brought a puppy to work.

Others didn't know, but Situ knew it was because Feiyuan was sick and was being extra clingy toward Sheng Yu.

When executives went to the President Office to report on work, they would see a little puppy circling at Sheng Yu's feet, or see that puppy napping on Sheng Yu's desk.

Even when eating, Sheng Yu brought that puppy along.

Sheng Hongyao sternly criticized Sheng Yu at the Board of Directors meeting; Sheng Yu leaned back against his chair, his tone indifferent, "Does the company have a written policy against bringing dogs to work?"

Sheng Hongyao tilted his head slightly, signaling Secretary Jiang.

Secretary Jiang said sternly, "President Sheng, the company does indeed have a written policy against bringing pets to work."

"It is not a pet."

Sheng Hongyao frowned.

Sheng Yu sneered, "It is my younger brother."

This sentence insulted Sheng Hongyao as well.

Late at night, after Zhu Yuan finished her performance, she went backstage to change clothes and remove her makeup.

Troupe Leader Hao knocked on the dressing room door and walked in with a smile, "Xiao Fengzheng, you've worked hard."

"It's no trouble, Troupe Leader. Do you need me for something?" Zhu Yuan stopped what she was doing and turned to stand up.

"Sit, sit." Troupe Leader Hao hurriedly pressed down on her shoulder, then pulled his hand back as if electrocuted when he remembered something, smiling sheepishly, "Is your flight tomorrow?"

Zhu Yuan nodded.

Tonight was her last performance before the New Year; tomorrow was the start of her vacation, and with the following day being New Year's Eve and the day after that New Year's Day, she had three days in total.

She was flying back to Yucheng tomorrow.

Troupe Leader Hao nodded, opened his coat, and pulled out two large red envelopes.

If red envelopes had sizes, starting from XS, then one of them was size L, and the other was size XXXXL.

"This is the troupe's rule, a New Year's red envelope; you take it."

Troupe Leader Hao stuffed the two red envelopes into Zhu Yuan's hands.

The thickness of that extra-large red envelope gave Zhu Yuan a start, "Why are there two? And this one is way too much. I can't accept this."

"It's not much, not much," Troupe Leader Hao waved his hands hurriedly, "One is the red envelope everyone gets, issued based on seniority. The other is an extra bonus; don't decline it. Li Sha used to get one too when she was here. It's for good luck in the coming year."

He just didn't explain clearly that Li Sha's extra red envelope was because she had been with Pei Shaoshen.

As for this one for Zhu Yuan...

Troupe Leader Hao lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose, "Wishing you a happy New Year in advance. You pack up; I still have things to do."

After walking out of the dressing room, Troupe Leader Hao let out a sigh of relief. He returned to his office and glanced at the man standing by the window, "Mr. Situ, the red envelopes have been given to Miss Zhu."

"Thank you for your trouble." Situ nodded slightly.

Zhu Yuan packed her things and walked toward the front entrance of the theater; the car she had called had just arrived.

The taxi drove steadily out of the theater.

If someone were looking down from high above at this moment, they would surely see the endless stream of vehicles in the wind and snow, shielding the blue taxi in the middle, following it at a leisurely pace, as if escorting that taxi.

When she returned home, Grandfather and Ji Xiang were already asleep.

Grandfather had been discharged from the hospital the day before yesterday.

Ji Xiang had been beaten by Ning Chu's people before, but her body had recovered very well, and she could eat and sleep.

Because she didn't plan to go home for the New Year this year, not wanting to face parents who favored sons over daughters and hadn't asked about her injuries, Zhu Yuan had asked her if she wanted to go back to Yucheng with her for the New Year.

She had thought it would be hard to buy a ticket during the Spring Festival travel rush, but unexpectedly, someone had just canceled their ticket on the same flight, and Ji Xiang had managed to snag it.

She couldn't do much at the troupe right now, so she had been staying at Zhu Yuan's place for the past two days, helping to look after Grandfather along the way.

Zhu Yuan gently pushed open the bedroom door; Ji Xiang was lying in the covers, sleeping sprawled out.

Zhu Yuan walked over to take a look and frowned.

With such a terrible sleeping posture, how was she even drooling?

She pulled out a tissue to wipe the drool from Ji Xiang's face, unable to bear looking at such a messy sleeping posture, and pulled the corner of the quilt up to cover Ji Xiang's face.

After taking a shower, Zhu Yuan sat on the living room sofa and took out the two red envelopes from her bag; one big and one small, it was quite funny.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened from the inside.

Ji Xiang yawned with sleepy eyes. As soon as she saw Zhu Yuan, she shuffled over in her slippers, but then she suddenly saw the red envelopes in Zhu Yuan's hands and instantly perked up.

She leaned in to look closely, "What's so big? Could that be a red envelope?"

When she went to the theater two days ago, the finance lady had given her a New Year's red envelope, and she had been so happy at the time.

Zhu Yuan looked at her like a little glutton and raised an eyebrow, "One is what everyone gets, and the other is my extra bonus."

Ji Xiang clutched her chest, "Alright, don't say any more."

She sat cross-legged beside Zhu Yuan, pointed at the extra-large red envelope, and swallowed hard, "How much must be in there?"

"I haven't counted yet."

Zhu Yuan pulled a stack of money out of the red envelope and gave it to Ji Xiang, "Let's count together."

As she spoke, she pulled out another stack of money, and the two of them sat on the sofa and began to count.

The more Ji Xiang counted, the more energetic she became, counting with increasing enthusiasm as if she were counting her own red envelope.

Finally, the two of them finished counting all the money in that red envelope.

Six hundred and sixty-six bills.

Ji Xiang gasped, "Sixty-six thousand six hundred! Oh my heavens!"

Zhu Yuan hadn't expected there to be so much; she had thought the extra bonus would be twenty or thirty thousand at most.

Ji Xiang neatly stacked the money and stuffed it back into the red envelope.

Zhu Yuan took it out again, handed it to her with both hands, and said with a smile, "Everyone who sees it gets a share; I'll split it with you, this is yours."

"No, no, no!" Ji Xiang hurriedly declined, "This is what you earned through your hard work, how could I take it?"

"Why can't you take it?" Zhu Yuan grabbed her hand and said gently, "I am older than you, isn't it normal for me to give you a red envelope? Consider it the New Year's money I'm giving you."

Ji Xiang pulled out two bills from it and returned the rest to Zhu Yuan, "This is enough, thank you, Sister Xiao Fengzheng!"

As she smiled, her eyes turned red.

Zhu Yuan hurriedly put down the money, leaned over, and stroked her head, "What's wrong?"

Ji Xiang sniffled, "From the time I was little until now, this is the first time I've received New Year's money. I used to be so envious that my younger brother got New Year's money. One year I asked my mom for some, and she ended up beating me and calling me a money-losing commodity."

Zhu Yuan's heart ached suddenly; she knew Ji Xiang's parents favored sons over daughters, but she hadn't expected them to be this biased.

She stroked Ji Xiang's head and pulled her into her arms, feeling a pang of heartache.

Two minutes later, the person in her arms began to snore.

Zhu Yuan: "..."

However, she actually quite envied Ji Xiang's pure and simple personality.

She took a deep breath, stretched her limbs, and picked up the sleeping Ji Xiang; she had plenty of strength, so carrying Ji Xiang was no problem at all.

After placing Ji Xiang on the bed, Zhu Yuan turned off the light and lay down as well.

Just as she closed her eyes, Ji Xiang rolled over toward her, smacked her lips a few times, and mumbled, "Xiao Fengzheng, did you and Young Master Yu break up?"

Zhu Yuan suddenly clenched her fingers to suppress the momentary panic in her heartbeat.

Sheng Yu's face flashed through her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

From behind her came the sound of Ji Xiang's steady breathing.

Zhu Yuan breathed slowly and gave a soft hum of agreement.

In the darkness, she touched the red agate bracelet on her left wrist.

She sighed silently.

A sleepless night.

Zhu Yuan looked at him, her eyes calm, and said softly, "Sheng Yu, there is nothing left for us to say to each other."

【83】 Zhu Yuan looked at him, but her eyes were calm; she said softly, "Sheng Yu, between us, there has long been nothing left to say."