Chapter 164: Do You Really Think I Would Let You Go?

The smile on Pei Ling's face stiffened for a moment, then he curled his lips, "Drink if you want to drink; whoever collapses first is the coward."

But when Pei Li received a call that evening and rushed to Sheng Tang, Pei Ling walked out of the lobby with a coat draped over his shoulders, his gait steady, showing no signs of anything unusual.

However, upon seeing the bloodstains in Pei Ling's nostrils and the corner of his mouth, which was clearly bruised from a violent blow, Pei Li's heart tightened.

Did you get into a fight?

Before he even got close, he smelled a strong scent of alcohol.

"Second Master, have you been drinking?" He frowned immediately, wondering how much he must have had to reek of such strong alcohol.

With a look of worry, he reached out to support Pei Ling's arm, "You know full well that you..."

"I won't die." Pei Ling shook off his hand, walked out of the lobby, and stepped into the car with his long legs.

Meanwhile, in the private room at Sheng Tang, Sheng Yu leaned against the back of the sofa smoking, his long legs spread out casually, his posture languid, yet his brows and eyes held a gloomy intensity, and there was a purple-red bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Fengye and Qi Jing were panting heavily, as if they had just experienced a thrilling struggle.

On the table and floor of the private room, wine bottles and broken glass were scattered everywhere, a complete mess.

They had followed him to Sheng Tang that afternoon, terrified that he might kill someone.

The atmosphere in the entire room could be described as hair-trigger; they had accompanied him in fear and trembling, not afraid of being caught in the crossfire, but terrified that after drinking, the two men would really start a massacre.

Just five minutes ago, Pei Ling had provoked Sheng Yu by saying—

I do like her, what right does an ex-boyfriend like you have to interfere in her affairs?

Sheng Yu sneered and smashed a wine bottle, and the scene descended into chaos.

If it hadn't been for Yuan Fengye and Qi Jing working together to pin down Sheng Yu's hands, that broken bottle would definitely have been smashed against Pei Ling's head, and the sharp glass would surely have cost him his life.

Looking at the messy floor, Qi Jing couldn't help but frown.

He had been wondering how, with Sheng Yu's temper, he could have seen Zhu Yuan and Pei Ling together outside Shengshi and managed to hold back his anger, let alone invite Pei Ling to dinner.

Now that he thought about it, everything was because of Zhu Yuan.

It was just hard to say whether he was afraid of scaring Zhu Yuan, or if he wanted to disguise himself as someone with stable emotions.

Yuan Fengye called someone to clean up the glass shards on the floor of the private room.

The door of the room opened and closed; Qi Jing went out to call Qi Qi to coax her into sleeping early, and the other two had been accidentally injured while trying to break up the fight—one had his arm slashed by a blade, and the other had been hit on the bridge of his nose and was bleeding.

A Bodyguard was currently treating their wounds.

The waiter finished cleaning the shards and left; the door closed, and Yuan Fengye had not yet returned, leaving only two people in the spacious private room.

Suddenly, a fair and slender hand handed a handkerchief to Sheng Yu, and a gentle voice came, "Wipe it off."

Looking at the lily embroidered on the handkerchief, it was pure and flawless.

On a cold night during the Spring Festival three years ago, it was the same handkerchief, and the white lily on it had been stained red by a woman's first blood.

A blurry scene flashed through Sheng Yu's mind; his hand holding the cigarette paused, and he said hoarsely, "Leave it there."

Ning Huaiqing placed the handkerchief on the coffee table and poured another cup of warm water for Sheng Yu, setting it aside.

"After lunch, what did you say to her in the restroom?"

Ning Huaiqing's hand stiffened.

He didn't even say the name, but she knew who he was talking about.

"I didn't say anything, just apologized to Miss Zhu on behalf of Xiao Chu. Don't worry, Yu Ge, I won't say a single word about the rest to Miss Zhu; I will let that matter rot in my stomach."

Sheng Yu didn't speak, his quiet eyes as dark as an abyss; he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up to walk out.

He didn't even touch the handkerchief or the warm water on the coffee table.

Ning Huaiqing watched the man's tall and straight back, her eyes gradually reddening, and she sighed softly.

Turning her head, she saw Sheng Yu's coat on the sofa, hurriedly picked it up, and chased him to the door; seeing that Sheng Yu had already entered the elevator, she didn't chase after him, but instead handed the coat to Situ.

Late at night, after Zhu Yuan finished her performance, she returned home.

Just as she opened the door, she suddenly smelled a crisp scent of tobacco and mellow wine; her entire scalp went numb, and she vaguely saw someone sitting on the sofa, a scarlet spark flickering on and off.

As the lights came on, Sheng Yu slowly lifted his bloodshot eyes and stared straight at her.

Zhu Yuan's legs suddenly stiffened.

Sheng Yu took off his coat and threw it casually on the sofa armrest; the black turtleneck sweater made him look even gloomier.

"Come here." His voice was hoarse and low.

Zhu Yuan subconsciously looked at a paper box on the coffee table, which was piled with several cigarette butts.

Even though the balcony sliding door was open, the smell of smoke in the room was still very heavy.

"Are you looking for me for something?" She didn't need to worry about how Sheng Yu got in at this moment; if he wanted to get in, even ten iron doors couldn't stop him.

"Come here."

Sheng Yu repeated the same two words.

Zhu Yuan recalled those unpleasant memories from before; the Sheng Yu in front of her seemed to have turned back into the man from a few months ago, and her body trembled slightly out of instinct.

However, Sheng Yu stubbed out his cigarette and walked toward her step by step.

In the narrow entryway, Zhu Yuan had no way to escape, and even more so, when Sheng Yu walked close to her, she saw the injury at the corner of his mouth, and she was pulled into his arms by the man while she was distracted.

Her body resisted stiffly, but she was no match for Sheng Yu at all; instead, it annoyed him, and he pinned her against the entryway mirror.

He questioned her coldly: "You said there would be danger if you stayed by my side, then is there no danger if you stay by that man surnamed Pei's side? Do you know what the Pei Family does? Do you even know how that man surnamed Pei grew up?"

"I didn't... Mmph!"

However, as soon as she opened her mouth, Sheng Yu lowered his head to block her lips, stirring her lips and tongue, forcibly grabbing her hands to wrap them around his waist, and stepped forward to press her against the cabinet door next to the mirror.

The ornaments on the cabinet fell to the floor with a clatter; Zhu Yuan's heel hit an umbrella, and with a bang, the umbrella slammed onto her foot. She opened her mouth in pain, but Sheng Yu lifted her chin and kissed her even deeper.

Her clothes were pulled open, and Sheng Yu's lips wandered from the corners of her mouth to her chin, behind her ears, and down her neck...

"Sheng Yu, you can't!" Zhu Yuan pushed him away in a panic, hitting him.

Sheng Yu took the opportunity to grab her hands and press them above her head, pushed his knee forward to part her legs, and kissed her collarbone in a messy, fierce manner, "You can't?"

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said tenderly, "Yuanyuan, you are too naive. Did you really think I would let you go? After leaving you free for so many days, it is time for you to return to my side."