Chapter 175: I'm Afraid You're in Danger

Sheng Hongyao flicked the ash from his cigarette, "Have someone keep an eye on Sheng Yu, and report to me at any time if there is any situation."

He rose to go upstairs, but at this moment, Secretary Jiang's cell phone rang.

Not knowing what the person on the other end of the line said, Secretary Jiang's expression faltered, "How many people did you bring?"

Secretary Jiang's words made Sheng Hongyao stop his footsteps, and then the roar of a car could be heard from the courtyard of the old mansion.

"He is here."

Sheng Hongyao curled his lips coldly, sat on the sofa, and looked at Sheng Yu, who was walking into the living room, with sharp, deep eyes.

A snowflake was stuck to the man's shoulder; it gradually melted after he entered the house and disappeared, but that chill remained on the man, lingering for a long time.

At the first sight of him, Sheng Hongyao's hand holding the cigarette paused, and an inexplicable sense of unease lingered in his heart.

But his people had already made full preparations, just waiting for the day of the Yuan Family wedding to take advantage of the chaos to take Zhu Yuan away.

Sheng Yu's fingertips were hooked with a green hair tie, his expression sinister, his whole person exuding a cold, crazy air, "Hand over Zhu Yuan."

Sheng Hongyao stubbed out his cigarette, knowing that Sheng Yu had already found the clues.

He came to the old mansion because the trail had gone cold.

Sheng Hongyao glanced at the men Sheng Yu had brought behind him and sneered, "What are you trying to do?"

"Hand over Zhu Yuan." Sheng Yu repeated in a low voice, a bloodthirsty, sinister curve on his lips.

Secretary Jiang, who was beside Sheng Hongyao, felt inexplicably panicked, always feeling that such a Sheng Yu was like a fierce ghost that had crawled up from hell to claim a life.

He took a step back.

How could Sheng Hongyao not see the emotion on the verge of madness in Sheng Yu, his eyes sinking coldly, "Even if you kill me, Zhu Yuan cannot survive. If I live, Zhu Yuan can live."

"Hand over Zhu Yuan." Sheng Yu's eyes were suffused with blood.

The people behind him drew their pistols in unison.

Sheng Hongyao narrowed his eyes, "Take the thing out."

Secretary Jiang immediately turned around, took out a document from the briefcase beside him, and placed it on the coffee table.

"If you sign this, I will naturally release Zhu Yuan."

Sheng Yu lowered his eyes to look at the opened document—it was a resignation letter requiring him to voluntarily resign from his position as president and his duties as a Board Director.

"What if I don't sign?"

Sheng Hongyao sneered, "It's freezing cold, it's snowing outside, do you think Zhu Yuan can last long dressed so thinly?"

He said word by word, reminding Sheng Yu, "Don't forget the fate of that Li Sha from the Theater."

Li Sha was kidnapped at the Airport, and after being cruelly humiliated, she was dumped on the street, losing her mind and becoming a lunatic.

Sheng Yu's eyes trembled, his fingers hooked with the green hair tie curled convulsively, his scarlet eyes staring sinisterly at Sheng Hongyao, and he suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Sheng Hongyao's expression tightened slightly.

"Show Director Sheng something good."

Following Sheng Yu's words, Sheng Hongyao's cell phone suddenly rang.

Taking out his phone and seeing that it was a video call from Shen Yijing, he looked sharply at Sheng Yu, who had a cold sneer on his lips.

Sheng Hongyao answered the video call; it was pitch black on Shen Yijing's side, but a series of roars that tore through the air could be heard.

Sheng Hongyao's scalp went numb; it was the sound of a helicopter.

Suddenly, a beam of light flickered in the darkness.

The bright, blinding light swayed in the darkness and finally locked onto a helicopter.

The range of the light moved downward, and further down, was a rope hanging from the helicopter; at the other end of the rope, a person was tied, swaying in the wind and snow, as if they could fall at any moment.

Sheng Hongyao's blood froze!

The person tied to the rope was Shen Yijing, her mouth sealed with tape!

The light continued downward, the sound of churning waves rising one after another; the helicopter was over the sea!

"Release her!" Sheng Hongyao was furious.

So the first person Sheng Yu suspected was him!

He created the illusion of sending people to look for the Dong Family to confuse him.

While searching for Zhu Yuan's whereabouts, he was also finding the Shen Yijing he had hidden away.

Sheng Yu stared at him, "Return Yuanyuan to me first, otherwise I will let your old mistress be buried in the sea."

"You dare!" Sheng Hongyao's eyes were bloodshot.

But he had forgotten how crazy Sheng Yu was, and had never thought about how important that Zhu Yuan was to Sheng Yu.

The moment he said this, Sheng Yu took out his phone, "Release the rope!"

Almost instantly, Sheng Hongyao saw on the other end of the video that the rope binding Shen Yijing suddenly snapped—

"No!"

Sheng Hongyao's eyes bled as if they were leaking blood, and he gripped his phone tightly, "I'll release Zhu Yuan!"

However, Secretary Jiang's cell phone rang at this moment.

The living room was silent.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone came through: "Secretary Jiang, it's not good, Zhu Yuan is gone!"

Secretary Jiang said in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her?"

"She took advantage of our inattention to break the rope and ran away! But don't worry, she definitely won't be able to run far; it's snowing heavily outside, and the mountain will be blocked by snow soon. If she can't escape, she's a dead end anyway!"

……

It was almost dawn.

The white snow was blinding and cold.

Black cars were forced to stop at the foot of the mountain; the mountain road was covered in snow, and the cars could not drive up at all, and even if they did, accidents would happen.

Ning Huaiqing rushed out of the car, ran over quickly, and joined Qi Jing and Yuan Fengye in blocking the reckless Sheng Yu.

"The heavy snow has sealed the mountain; it is too dangerous to go in now."

"Get lost!" Sheng Yu pushed them aside without mercy and strode toward the mountain path.

Following closely behind Sheng Yu were Enzo, Situ, and a group of Bodyguards.

When he saw a slender figure also following, Yuan Fengye hurriedly pulled her back, "Are you trying to get yourself killed!"

Song Ci kept a cold face, "Let go, I am going to find her!"

Yuan Fengye was pushed away by her, and watching her resolute back, he gritted his teeth—everyone was truly insane!

Ning Huaiqing watched Sheng Yu enter the mountain regardless of everything, her brows tightly furrowed; she was afraid that if Sheng Yu did not find Zhu Yuan, he would go mad.

In her heart, she prayed that Zhu Yuan would be alright.

She did not want to see Sheng Yu go mad.

She did not want Sheng Yu to be sad.

Ning Huaiqing gritted her teeth, zipped up her coat, and followed into the mountain as well.

Snow filled the sky.

As far as the eye could see, apart from withered branches and protruding boulders, there was only a vast expanse of white.

"Zhu Yuan!"

"Zhu Yuan!"

The group shouted Zhu Yuan's name.

After every shout, they paused for three seconds, hoping to hear an echo.

But the only things that answered them were the sound of rustling falling snow and the whistling wind.

Situ looked at the snow-covered mountain; in such cold weather and such heavy snow, with Miss Zhu wearing a gown and so thinly dressed, how could she possibly hold on?

Suddenly, a weak sound drifted over, mixed with the wind and snow.

It was very faint, almost inaudible.

Just as Situ thought it was an illusion, he saw Sheng Yu recklessly charge toward the mountain hollow, pushing aside the snow with his bare hands; his fingertips were cut by sharp stones, and drops of fresh blood fell onto the white snow, a shocking sight.

A piece of blue fabric soaked through with snow water appeared before his eyes.

Sheng Yu's hands were shaking.

Finally, he pulled the person, whose face had turned purple from the cold, into his arms.

His voice trembled violently, "Yuanyuan!"

Falling into a warm embrace, the consciousness Zhu Yuan had been forcing herself to maintain completely relaxed at this moment; her frozen eyelashes fluttered a few times, but she could not open her eyes.

Yet she was too familiar with this embrace.

So familiar that she finally allowed her tears to roll down.

"Sheng Yu..."

Sheng Yu held her tightly in his arms, wrapped her frozen body in his coat, and carried her down the mountain.

She was delirious from the cold, muttering in her sleep.

But there was one sentence that Sheng Yu heard clearly; it was like a spark struck by a flying stone, burning his chest, scorching and hot.

"I didn't want... to let you be threatened... I was afraid you would be in danger."