Chapter 167: That Woman Falls into Sheng Yu's Arms

Zhu Yuan did not even have time to savor the noodles in her mouth before she swallowed them whole.

Her hand holding the chopsticks paused, and she looked at the woman with cold, clear brows sitting across from her, as if she could no longer understand human speech, "What do you mean?"

"Marriage." Song Ci raised an eyebrow, her red lips parting slightly, "Marry."

Zhu Yuan cursed under her breath: "Damn... with whom?"

She knew that for the past six months, Song Ci had been busy running around for the Song Family's debts and lawsuits, with no time at all for romance, so how could she suddenly say she was getting married?

And it was in three days, no less.

Song Ci rested her chin on one hand, "From the Yuan Family of Jingdu City, Yuan Fengye."

Zhu Yuan stared at her, stunned, trying to see a hint of a joke in the other woman's eyes, so that she could scoff and laugh at her for being man-crazy.

Yet there was none; Song Ci was telling her this very seriously.

She suddenly stood up, the shock leaving her limbs numb, and blurted out: "No!"

"Do you have any idea how many women Yuan Fengye has on the side? You're marrying him, what are you after..."

The words on the tip of her tongue came to an abrupt halt, and Zhu Yuan looked lost.

She remembered Song Ci telling her that the Song Family's debts and lawsuits had already been resolved.

She realized something.

With red-rimmed eyes, she looked at Song Ci, "That's even worse! Are you fucking out of your mind? You're marrying Yuan Fengye for something like this!"

Even though Yuan Fengye called her sister-in-law every time they met and treated her with courtesy, that did not mean she approved of his lifestyle.

Looking at the unmoved Song Ci, Zhu Yuan hurriedly walked around the dining table and grabbed Song Ci's hand, "Cancel the wedding with him now, Song Ci, can you please not be so impulsive!"

"I'm not being impulsive." Compared to Zhu Yuan's anxiety, Song Ci was much calmer.

But how could Zhu Yuan not see that the only reason Song Ci was so calm was that she must have struggled with herself countless times before and successfully convinced herself.

Only then could she appear this composed.

The moment Zhu Yuan turned her head away to take a deep breath and suppress the rising tears, a flash of struggle crossed Song Ci's eyes.

She sighed, "He has money, I need money; it's a match made in heaven, what's wrong with that? Just treat this marriage as a business deal; I'm negotiating a business deal with Yuan Fengye."

"Even if it is a business deal like you say, why him? Is there no man in the whole world richer or better than him?"

"Who?" A faint anger appeared on Song Ci's face, her cold, clear brows furrowed, and a sob escaped her throat, "Sheng Yu? Or Pei Ling? Or the late Lu Huaizhan?"

Zhu Yuan stared at her, stunned.

Watching Song Ci's eyes turn red after saying those three names, she said hoarsely: "You... knew everything?"

When the Song Family ran into trouble, she hadn't been able to help, and not wanting her own affairs to affect Song Ci, she had kept everything hidden.

Song Ci took a breath, turned her face away, and sneered, "Zhu Yuan, you're something else. I never knew you were so brave before, facing all this alone. I underestimated you; I, Song Ci, really don't deserve to be your friend."

These infuriating words made a ball of rage swell in Zhu Yuan's chest.

She and Song Ci had never fought since elementary school, and this was the first time they were so red-faced, "I'm talking to you about Yuan Fengye right now, don't change the subject!"

"You could go to any lengths to treat Grandpa Zhu's illness, why can't I!"

"It's not the same!" Zhu Yuan felt a suffocating pain in her chest.

"If you won't let me manage your affairs, then don't manage mine!" Song Ci said with a cold face, rising to walk toward the front door, where she stood in the entryway to put on her tall boots.

Her arm was gripped tightly by Zhu Yuan, "Where are you going?"

"None of your business!" Song Ci shook off her hand, put on her shoes, grabbed her coat, opened the door, and walked out.

Zhu Yuan chased after her barefoot, shouting angrily: "Song Ci, if you dare walk out that door, don't you ever come back!"

Yet Song Ci did not look back at all, striding into the elevator as the doors closed.

Zhu Yuan slumped back, sitting on the floor against the door, rubbing her face with both hands and digging her fingers hard into her hair.

Once she calmed down, the tears for Song Ci broke through like a dam.

How much suffering had this fool Song Ci endured?

No, she could not just watch Song Ci marry Yuan Fengye and ruin herself.

Her Song Ci was so excellent, so good; Yuan Fengye was not worthy of her!

There must be another way to save the Song Family.

Yes, Sheng Yu!

Zhu Yuan hurriedly stood up from the floor and took out her phone to call Sheng Yu.

However, no one answered.

She remembered what Enzo had told her about Sheng Yu attending Yuan Fengye's bachelor party; at the time, she hadn't cared about Yuan Fengye's marriage at all, never expecting that his bride would be Song Ci.

Zhu Yuan quickly put on her coat, grabbed her phone, and left the house; just as she reached the ground floor, she received a call from Enzo.

"Miss Zhu, where are you going so late?"

"I'm going to find Sheng Yu."

Enzo only heard her say she was going to find Sheng Yu and chuckled to himself in excitement, failing to notice Zhu Yuan's abnormal emotional state.

He was downstairs at the apartment complex and drove the car to Zhu Yuan in less than twenty seconds after hanging up.

The lights were dim, and as Zhu Yuan sat in the car, Enzo did not see her expression clearly.

Along the way, Situ almost floored the gas pedal, wishing he could deliver Zhu Yuan to Sheng Yu immediately.

He dropped Zhu Yuan off at the clubhouse arranged by Yuan Fengye, and as soon as the car stopped, Zhu Yuan pushed the door open and got out.

Enzo hurriedly got out as well.

He followed behind her.

The clubhouse Bodyguard did not recognize Zhu Yuan and was about to stop her, but as soon as he saw Enzo behind her, he immediately welcomed them in respectfully.

Today was Yuan Fengye's bachelor party, and the clubhouse manager was also there serving.

Seeing Enzo arrive, he greeted him, "Brother Enzo."

Afterward, she quietly took a glance at Zhu Yuan.

Enzo gave a hum, "This is Young Master Yu's Miss Zhu, lead the way."

The manager was greatly alarmed and hurriedly made a gesture, "Miss Zhu, please."

Zhu Yuan looked at the men and women drinking and swaying in dance inside and outside the clubhouse; such a decadent life of drunken dreams and gold-dusted luxury was merely the tip of the iceberg of Yuan Fengye's private life.

She followed the manager inside, and the path became much less crowded and quieter.

"Zhu Yuan?" Qi Jing walked over from the side and asked with a smile, "Are you here to find Yu Ge?"

Zhu Yuan nodded at Qi Jing, "Yes."

Qi Jing raised his hand slightly, "He is in the private room over there; Yezi keeps toasting him, and he has had a bit too much to drink."

"Alright, thank you."

Zhu Yuan thanked him and walked toward the direction of the private room, and the manager tactfully did not follow.

The door to the private room was left ajar, and Zhu Yuan walked up to the door and pushed it open.

The lighting inside was dimmer than outside, but she still saw at a glance that Sheng Yu was leaning back against the sofa with his eyes closed to rest, while Ning Huaiqing was bent over in front of him, tidying up the wine glasses on the table.

The sound of the glasses gently clinking together added a sense of peaceful tranquility to the quiet atmosphere.

Ning Huaiqing did not notice Sheng Yu's feet by her feet, and she accidentally tripped as she walked past.

Her whole body fell into Sheng Yu's arms.