Chapter 183: Valentine's Day Gift

Zhu Yuan was thinking, could this be Sheng Yu confessing his feelings to her?

"If you want to laugh, then laugh." Seeing her struggle to suppress the curve of her lips, Sheng Yu wanted to laugh too.

She controlled her lips, but in the end, she couldn't hold it back, letting them curl upward as she buried her face in his chest and laughed out loud.

Feeling the tremors coming from his chest, a tingling, numbing sensation, Sheng Yu moved his hands from her waist upward, gripped her, lifted her, and placed her on his lap to kiss her wantonly.

Zhu Yuan hurriedly tried to push him away, "Don't you have work to deal with?"

Sheng Yu followed her gaze to the folder on the nightstand, pinched her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her again, "Let me kiss you enough first, then we'll talk."

Zhu Yuan blushed and resisted, "When are you ever satisfied... Mmph!"

By the time he had kissed her enough, it was already two hours later.

He held the sweat-drenched Zhu Yuan, letting her lean against his chest.

Afterward, he picked up the folder from the nightstand and opened it.

Zhu Yuan was drooping her eyelids weakly when she suddenly heard Sheng Yu say, "Yuanyuan."

Zhu Yuan hummed in response and opened her eyes.

This glance happened to catch the content of the document in Sheng Yu's hands.

——Equity Transfer Agreement

She was stunned, looking up at Sheng Yu in confusion.

Sheng Yu grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips, "This is my entire fortune in the Sheng Group; from now on, it's all yours."

"No!" Zhu Yuan braced herself, trying to sit up.

Sheng Yu pulled her tightly into his arms, "I want to give you something, how could there be any reason for it not to be allowed?"

"But if you give all this to me, what will you do? The shareholders and the Board of Directors will cause trouble for you, and most importantly, Sheng Hongyao—he will definitely take this opportunity to hollow you out and make it impossible for you to stay in the group."

Sheng Yu's chest vibrated slightly, and he let out a low chuckle, "So worried about my situation?"

"..." Zhu Yuan was anxious, "Is that the point?"

"Otherwise?"

"The point is your situation."

Sheng Yu was unconcerned, staring at her face, "So this is what you look like when you're worried about me; it's even more pleasing to the eye."

He held her in his arms and kissed her for a while longer, lowering his head until his forehead rested against hers, her warm and frantic breath enveloping her, "Why do you love me so much?"

A few evenings later, Song Ci looked at Zhu Yuan several times, wanting to say something but hesitating.

Finally, Zhu Yuan couldn't help it, "Just spit it out."

"Spit what out?" Ji Xiang asked foolishly.

"She told me to spit out whatever I have to say." Song Ci walked over, tugged at the collar of Zhu Yuan's hospital gown, and clicked her tongue, "You're a patient now, you know? You need to show some restraint. Look at this neck and behind your ears—is Sheng Yu a dog?"

Zhu Yuan hurriedly used her gauze-wrapped hand to cover Ji Xiang's ears, her face burning red, "The child is here!"

Hearing something incredible, Ji Xiang pushed away Zhu Yuan's wrist, "I've been over eighteen for a long time; I can listen, I can listen."

"This is restricted content, you really can't listen," Song Ci laughed.

"Sister Song Ci, don't lie to me, there's no such age restriction."

"Ask your sister Xiao Fengzheng, is there?"

Zhu Yuan couldn't help but have images of the ways Sheng Yu tormented her flash through her mind...

Tsk.

It really was restricted content.

"I really want to be discharged," Zhu Yuan changed the subject, glancing at Song Ci with a guilty conscience.

Song Ci curled her lips, "The hospital is owned by your man; if you want to be discharged, go act spoiled with him."

The words "your man" were heard exactly by Sheng Yu outside the door.

Qiao Mai glanced at him.

Sure enough, Young Master Yu was smirking.

It wasn't in vain that he came here right after getting off work to hear what he wanted to hear.

Seeing them enter, Song Ci put away her teasing smile, while Ji Xiang looked blankly at Zhu Yuan, then at Sheng Yu.

Oh my, the absolute sexual tension!

With this height and build difference, no wonder Sister Song Ci called it restricted content.

"You all go out," Sheng Yu said coldly.

After they left one by one, only Sheng Yu and Zhu Yuan remained in the hospital room.

He sat by the hospital bed, looking at the charming appearance of Zhu Yuan, whose face still held a blush, and deliberately lowered his voice to ask, "What were you chatting about?"

"Nothing, nothing much. You want to listen to women's talk too?" Zhu Yuan lowered her head, feeling guilty.

"Nothing much, and you're blushing like this?"

How could Zhu Yuan tell him the things Song Ci used to tease her? "When can I be discharged?"

"Want to be discharged?" Sheng Yu played with a strand of her long hair.

She nodded, "I feel like the muscle soreness in my body is much better today."

All her physical indicators were also fine.

"That's because I've been massaging your muscles and circulating your blood every night, that's why you're recovering so fast."

He spoke with sound logic; if Zhu Yuan hadn't almost been done to the point of fainting by him several times, she almost would have believed him.

"Then I really thank you."

Sheng Yu curled his lips, "I don't accept verbal thanks."

"Do I need to write a thank-you note?"

Sheng Yu held the back of her head to pull her face closer, lowered his head to press his forehead against hers, his warm breath entwining with her, "Call me something nice."

She recalled how Sheng Yu always liked to coerce and lure her into calling him Yu Ge in the past.

She hadn't expected that after so much time had passed, this man would still be so fixated on how she addressed him.

She pursed her lips and softly called out, "Yu Ge."

Sheng Yu's breathing deepened, but he said, "That isn't enough to satisfy me anymore."

"You're pushing your luck!"

"Do you still want to be discharged?" Sheng Yu chuckled lowly, "Didn't Song Ci teach you? Act spoiled with your man."

Zhu Yuan's face turned completely red, "Why do you always like to eavesdrop!"

"Does it count as eavesdropping if I just happened to hear it?" Sheng Yu pinched her chin with his other hand, "Hurry up, don't try to change the subject."

Zhu Yuan tried to dodge backward, but was pulled back by him, "Where are you running to?"

Sheng Yu pulled her into his arms, made her sit on his lap, circled her waist with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other, not letting her hide, "Act spoiled and let me hear it."

"What kind of twisted hobby is this!"

"You can use a cutesy voice for Feiyuan and Qiqi, why can't you for me?"

"You're comparing yourself to a dog and a child?" Zhu Yuan was truly amused to the point of laughter by him.

How could he be jealous of everything?

No wonder he kept calling Feiyuan an ungrateful wretch; it wasn't just to needle her, he was also jealous of Feiyuan.

He really was too much!

However, looking at the way his gaze was fixed intently on her, he looked exactly like a fierce-looking guard dog that was actually hoping for someone to pat its head and smooth its fur.

Zhu Yuan's heart softened.

She leaned in and kissed Sheng Yu on the lips, "Brother Sheng Yu, let me be discharged, okay?"

Her voice was even more cutesy and softer than when she spoke to Feiyuan and Qiqi at any other time.

Sheng Yu let out a low laugh and took the opportunity to chase her lips and kiss her back, "Once you've coaxed Brother into being happy, Brother will make you happy too."

But in the end, it was unclear whether Sheng Yu was happier or if Zhu Yuan's waist was sorer.

Late at night, Zhu Yuan was carried out of the hospital room by the physically and mentally satisfied Sheng Yu and into the car.

When she realized the car was not heading toward the apartment she rented, Zhu Yuan quietly clenched her fingers.

"Are we going to the Hot Spring Villa?"

Sheng Yu's tone was matter-of-fact, "Where else would you want to go? Do you want to be separated from me?"

Zhu Yuan's heart tightened; was this the start of living together?