Chapter 178: Who Taught Him to Be So Seductive?

The endless surface of the sea rose and fell in waves, merging into one with the black clouds churning across the sky.

Several black sedans were parked by the shore; Sheng Hongyao, his body wet and cold in the biting wind, stood on the beach, seeing nothing but seawater as far as his eyes could reach.

The gale blew his hair into a mess, the white strands hidden within the black hair scattering in disarray, his silhouette looking desolate.

Sheng Hongyao stumbled, stubbornly chasing after the seawater as he ran out.

But there was... nothing left.

The sound of the waves was too loud, so Secretary Jiang raised his voice: "Chairman Sheng, according to the people under Young Master Sheng, the moment the rope binding the Madam snapped, several speedboats suddenly arrived at sea and rescued her."

"Rescued?" Sheng Hongyao stepped into the ice-cold, bone-chilling seawater, his eyes bloodshot, his body trembling with rage, and he roared, "Sheng Yu is lying!"

Shen Yijing had followed him for the better part of her life; she had always been dependent on him, had no social life, and had not cultivated any influence of her own.

His people hadn't been able to arrive in time, so who could have rescued her?

It was simply that Sheng Yu was afraid of his retaliation and had told a lie!

His Yijing had already been buried at the bottom of the sea!

Sheng Hongyao suddenly let out a low laugh, tears of remorse flashing in his reddened eyes.

Sheng Yu had killed his son, and now he had killed his woman.

How could he not take revenge for this!

Zhu Yuan had been held in Sheng Yu's arms all night, and even when she was desperate to use the restroom, she didn't dare to say anything.

But no matter how much one holds it, there is a limit.

Sheng Yu felt the two feet pressed against him rubbing back and forth, restless and uneasy.

In the dim room, he opened his eyes and looked at the person in his arms who was twisting around like a maggot, his gaze deep and dark, "Do you want to go to the restroom?"

The lamp by the hospital bed turned on, casting a dim, elegant glow that wasn't harsh.

Zhu Yuan kept her eyes tightly shut, her face flushed red, and she mumbled, "I want to find Song Ci."

"I told her to go back."

Zhu Yuan's hands inside the quilt were clenched tightly into fists; how could Song Ci just leave her behind?

The quilt was pulled back, and she opened her eyes abruptly, "I, I can actually do it myself."

"Do what yourself?" Sheng Yu stood by the bed, staring down at her awkward face, unable to help but find it amusing, "Go yourself?"

Zhu Yuan: "…You really don't have to be so blunt. I meant I can go by myself; you just need to help me up."

Who knew that as soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Yu scooped her up by the waist, avoiding the frostbitten areas on her body, and looked down at her resistant little face, "You're too slow, wasting my sleep time."

Sheng Yu carried Zhu Yuan to the restroom, and after setting her down, before Zhu Yuan could even react, her pants were pulled down by him.

Zhu Yuan: "!"

But fortunately, Sheng Yu still left her a shred of dignity; after taking off her pants, he closed the door and went out.

Zhu Yuan's frostbitten face now experienced the torment of ice and fire.

She took a deep breath and sat down, but the moment she thought of Sheng Yu just outside the door, she couldn't go at all despite holding it for a long time, and she was so anxious she was about to cry.

Just then, the man's low voice came from outside the door: "I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

Hearing that he was leaving, Zhu Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief.

After finishing, she let out a long breath and couldn't help but sigh, "So comfortable."

Just as she was slowly standing up and flushing, the restroom door was opened from the outside.

Sheng Yu's hand was on the doorknob.

The moment their eyes met, Zhu Yuan couldn't care about the pain in her hands as she scrambled to pull up her pants, wanting to cry but having no tears, "Didn't you go to smoke?"

The man walked toward her step by step, not a trace of tobacco smell on him.

"If I didn't say that, were you planning to sit in there until dawn?"

Zhu Yuan felt completely numb; so Sheng Yu had heard the whole process?

Sheng Yu picked up the numb person and said with unprecedented patience: "I covered my ears."

Zhu Yuan gave him a look that said, "I believe you," and asked, "Then how did you know I flushed?"

"Could your voice be louder than the sound of the flush?" Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, don't say any more." Zhu Yuan closed her eyes in despair.

Back in bed, Sheng Yu looked at her pursed lips and tightly closed eyes; if her hands weren't frostbitten and wrapped in gauze, he thought she would definitely be clenching her little fists right now, silently accusing him.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yu let out a laugh.

Hearing the pleasant, magnetic laughter by her ear, Zhu Yuan's scalp went numb.

Yet Sheng Yu refused to let her go, pulling her into his arms and staring at her flushed, angry little face, "So what if I heard it?"

Zhu Yuan couldn't hit him with her hands, so she kicked him alternately under the quilt, "You're still saying it, you're still saying it!"

He clearly knew she was shy about this, yet he teased her endlessly; did he even understand women at all?

"Alright, I won't say it." Sheng Yu smiled, and the hospital room lights went out.

In the darkness, he held Zhu Yuan with one arm, turned over to lie on his back, and rested his other hand on his forehead, laughing softly: "So comfortable."

Zhu Yuan kicked him silently.

Still saying it!

She knew he had heard it!

The man's low, magnetic laughter enveloped her as he slowly pulled her into his arms, "I never knew you had such heavy baggage before; it seems you really love me to death."

Zhu Yuan said muffledly: "I now regr..."

However, before she could finish her sentence, her chin was suddenly lifted, and her lips were kissed.

The man forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, biting the tip of her tongue as if in punishment, his breath heavy and rough as he said tightly: "It's too late."

Zhu Yuan was kissed by him until her brain was oxygen-deprived, yet her heart raced wildly because of his words.

She wanted to explain: "I..."

"It's too late for you to regret it now, do you know that?"

Sheng Yu held her in his arms and kissed her deeply for a good while, and only let her go after she honestly promised that no matter the circumstances, she would never say she regretted it.

The next day.

When Zhu Yuan opened her eyes, Sheng Yu was no longer in the hospital room.

On the bedside table sat a bouquet of red roses still glistening with dew.

A card was clipped to it.

She picked up the card and looked:

——It really isn't ugly; it's the type I like.

Signature: Yu

Zhu Yuan's small face turned bright red.

Had Sheng Yu gone crazy?

Who taught him to be so flirtatious?

Zhu Yuan lay on the bed, holding the card, the corners of her mouth twitching, until finally, they couldn't help but curl upward.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the hospital room door.

Sheng Yu's Bodyguard was guarding outside the room, so it was very safe; Zhu Yuan wasn't worried about anyone with ill intentions coming, so she said, "Please come in."

A woman opened the door and entered.

She was carrying a thermal food jar, wearing soft-soled flat shoes, with her hair tied back in a half-up style, looking gentle and domestic as she gave Zhu Yuan a faint smile.

"Are you feeling any better, Miss Zhu?"

Zhu Yuan was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Much better."

She hadn't expected it to be Ning Huaiqing.

Ning Huaiqing walked to the side of the hospital bed and set down the thermal food jar, "I stewed some fish maw and black-bone chicken soup for you; it's good for your body and skin recovery."

As soon as the lid of the thermal jar was opened, Zhu Yuan smelled the savory aroma of the soup.

She swallowed her saliva, feeling rather pathetic.

Ning Huaiqing ladled a small bowl of soup and handed it to her, "Try it."