Chapter 170: Who knows who dared to make him this angry?

Zhu Yuan pushed Sheng Yu, lowered her head, and said, "I'm sleepy, you should go back."

"You aren't sleepy." Sheng Yu didn't let her push him away, instead picking her up horizontally and walking toward the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, placed Zhu Yuan on his lap, pinched her chin to force her to look up, and stared intently at her reddened eyes, "If you really think I'm right, why are you crying?"

"I'm crying because I'm anxious and frustrated, it has nothing to do with you."

A fine "nothing to do with you."

Sheng Yu forcibly suppressed the urge to lose his temper.

She had just taken a bath, her whole person exuding the sweet scent of body wash, the ends of her hair slightly damp; when she entered the door just now, she had been holding a dry towel to wipe it, her hair gathered to one side, looking lazily charming.

The body wrapped in a bath towel revealed rounded shoulders and a beautiful shoulder and neck line, the collarbone shaped beautifully, and further down were the curves that the bath towel could barely contain.

A scene of vivid beauty, yet all of Sheng Yu's attention was entirely on her eyes.

In his mind, Enzo's words echoed over and over—she cried.

Zhu Yuan pursed her lips, suddenly feeling Sheng Yu's fingers stroke her face; the places he touched felt numb, as if struck by electricity.

Her pale pink toes curled uncontrollably.

Finally, the man's slightly rough fingertips rubbed her reddened eye corners, and he said hoarsely, "Do you miss your grandfather? I'll have someone bring him to Kyoto."

Zhu Yuan shook her head, "No need, my grandfather isn't used to the weather in Kyoto."

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat hot pot."

"My period hasn't ended yet, I don't want to eat spicy food." Zhu Yuan's voice remained low, sounding very docile.

But Sheng Yu knew it wasn't.

She didn't have a docile temperament.

The more docile she was, the more she was bottling up grievances inside.

Under normal circumstances, she would definitely be like someone who had eaten gunpowder, unleashing a sharp-tongued retort at him, but when her grievances reached their peak, she became like this—polite and distant.

Sheng Yu was bottling up fire inside, wanting to destroy everything.

In the end, Zhu Yuan still didn't pay much attention to him; when Sheng Yu arrived downstairs at the residential complex, Situ and Enzo were both there.

Snow was drifting in the sky, and his expression was colder than the frost and snow.

Situ and Enzo exchanged a glance.

Damn it, he didn't manage to coax her.

Sheng Yu pulled out a cigarette, but after flicking his lighter several times, he couldn't get it lit; feeling so agitated he was about to explode, he kicked the trunk of a dead tree nearby.

"Is Yuan Fengye still at the club?"

Situ was stunned.

"Young Master Yu?" Enzo was terrified.

The man's voice grew even colder, "Beat him to death for me!"

At the club, Yuan Fengye was holding a girl and drinking when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine and his heart grew uneasy; he hurriedly told people to turn off the music, ending this extravagant bachelor party.

The next day.

Sheng Group held its first shareholders' meeting of the new year.

This meeting was to elect new Board Directors.

The entire group and the whole business circle were paying attention to this meeting.

Because everyone knew that this election of directors was Sheng Yu's first step toward entering the Sheng Group's Board of Directors.

And Sheng Yu entering the Board of Directors would be the greatest threat to Sheng Hongyao.

Sheng Hongyao had already secured the victory; it was impossible for Sheng Yu to enter the Board of Directors.

The election of directors was decided by the votes of major shareholders, according to their shareholding ratios.

He was the highest shareholder of the group, and more than half of the shareholders were his people; Sheng Yu had no chance of winning at all.

The door to the conference room opened with a bang.

When Sheng Yu walked in, wearing a crisp black suit and radiating a cold, stern aura, all the shareholders in the room were so intimidated by his powerful presence and sharp gaze that they subconsciously wanted to stand up.

But after a glance from Sheng Hongyao, everyone pressed their hands on the conference table and sat back down.

Yet, one by one, they swallowed nervously.

Today, it was as if Sheng Yu hadn't come to attend a shareholders' meeting, but to kill someone.

With this momentum and this deterrent power, did he eat gunpowder?

Sheng Yu walked into the conference room with a "don't mess with me" expression, sat down, leaned back against the chair in the posture of someone in a superior position, and looked at everyone with cold eyes.

"Start."

Sheng Hongyao tilted his head slightly, and Secretary Jiang immediately walked up, "Chairman Sheng."

"Why haven't those two arrived yet?"

Secretary Jiang checked the time, "I'll go make a call to urge them."

A minute later, Secretary Jiang walked into the conference room with a normal expression and leaned over to say to Sheng Hongyao, "Chairman Sheng, the two shareholders said they aren't feeling well and won't be attending today's meeting; they are abstaining."

A flash of sharp light crossed Sheng Hongyao's eyes as he looked expressionlessly at Sheng Yu in his seat.

He had only called those two people in front of him to give careful instructions last night, and today they were suddenly not feeling well.

Little did he know, at this moment, the two shareholders were at home with guns pointed at their heads.

"What is Chairman Sheng waiting for?" Sheng Yu's voice was cold and thin.

Sheng Hongyao scoffed; he had to admit that like father, like son—what Sheng Yu was doing now was exactly the same as what he had done back then.

But even if those two abstained, the shares he held and the others would still be enough to keep Sheng Yu from entering the Board of Directors.

"We can begin."

"Wait," Sheng Yu said slowly, "There is still one person who hasn't arrived."

Sheng Hongyao's eyes were deep and dark.

The next second, the conference room door opened, and a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears walked in, saying politely, "Apologies, shareholders, I am late."

Secretary Jiang whispered a reminder: "Chairman Sheng, his name is Yu Peng, and he holds eight percent of the shares in the Sheng Group."

"What is his relationship with Sheng Yu?" Sheng Hongyao frowned.

Secretary Jiang's expression was grave, "I have investigated him before; he has had no dealings with Young Master Yu, and I do not know how he could be connected to him."

Sheng Hongyao clenched his fingers; the things Sheng Yu was doing behind his back might be even more than this.

"Adding the shares in Young Master Yu's hands, they have thirty percent, which is on par with yours, but rest assured, Young Master Yu has no chance of winning; Second Master and Third Master are on your side."

The vote concluded.

Sheng Yu was elected as a new director of the Sheng Group with fifty-five percent of the votes, successfully entering the Board of Directors.

Secretary Jiang was inwardly horrified, "What about Second Master and Third Master?"

Sheng Hongyao looked at Sheng Hongwei and Sheng Hongtu, who had voted for Sheng Yu, his face turning livid.

Sheng Yu curled his lips in a cold sneer, stood up, and left the conference room with his people.

When he passed by Sheng Hongyao, he didn't even glance at him; his arrogant and unruly demeanor was overbearing, yet no one dared to say a word.

However, there was not a trace of joy from victory on his face; instead, his expression remained cold as frost from beginning to end—who could have dared to anger him like this?

"What do you two think you are doing!" Sheng Hongyao was so angry he slammed the table.

Wearing rimless glasses, Sheng Hongwei, whose eyes revealed a shrewd nature, smiled and said, "Why is Big Brother so angry? Everyone has witnessed A Yu's capabilities, and we are all very at ease with handing the Sheng Family over to him in the future."

Sheng Hongyao sneered.

His two brothers, seeing that the future of the conglomerate had nothing to do with them, wanted to watch Sheng Yu enter the Board of Directors to fight him and threaten his position as Chairman.

Watching the seemingly honest Sheng Hongtu chime in from the side: "That's right, Big Brother, you only have one son, A Yu; what is the point of fighting him until you are both battered and bruised? Won't the Sheng Family all be his in the future? You are so set against A Yu and refuse to give him a chance—you aren't hiding an illegitimate child from everyone outside, are you?"

Sheng Hongyao stared at him with sinister eyes, snorted coldly, and turned to walk out of the conference room; the light and shadow swept across his face, carving a patch of gloom beneath his eyes.