Chapter 2: Weak? That Woman is Fierce as Hell!

Situ stood frozen in place, looking down at the set of women's clothing in the other bag...

Is Miss Zhu's judgment off?

After Zhu Yuan left, Situ walked to the bathroom door, only to see Sheng Yu holding the showerhead in one hand and ripping off his black shirt with the other, throwing it to the floor; water splashed onto his tense, reddened back muscles, and he was clearly in a state of extreme agitation.

"Young Master Yu, are you alright?" Situ asked cautiously.

Sheng Yu turned the water up higher, pouring it over himself, his voice hoarse, "Has she left?"

"She has. Before leaving, Miss Zhu even made off with one of your black shirts and asked me to thank you on her behalf."

Sheng Yu's hand holding the showerhead paused, and he gave a low grunt.

That woman even took things to go!

"Do you need me to have someone keep an eye on Miss Zhu? I saw that she was weak and had been drugged, so I'm worried she might be bullied."

As the cold water poured down from above, Sheng Yu touched the corner of his mouth where the skin had been bitten through.

Weak?

Hah.

That woman is fierce as hell!

A few seconds later, he frowned, turned the water flow to its maximum and the temperature to its lowest, and let it drench him from head to toe.

Situ was suddenly a bit bewildered.

Who exactly was the one drugged?

Once Sheng Yu had completely cooled off, Situ took the black shirt that had just been delivered from a Bodyguard and walked in front of Sheng Yu.

The man tossed aside the towel he was using to dry off, took the shirt and put it on deftly, fastened the buttons, and his long, slender fingers brushed over the collar below his Adam's apple, "Dispose of it."

Situ signaled the Bodyguard to clean up every trace in the guest room, then followed Sheng Yu out.

After Yuan Fengye came out of the mourning hall and learned that Sheng Yu was still at the Lu Family, he went looking for him everywhere.

Seeing Sheng Yu coming from a distance, his face lit up with joy, but he immediately remembered that today was the Lu Family funeral and he couldn't smile, so he quickly put on a serious expression and went to meet him.

"Yu Ge, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you."

Sheng Yu didn't even give him an extra glance as he walked past him, "Then keep it to yourself."

"Don't be like that!"

Yuan Fengye followed closely behind his pace and couldn't help but say, "When I came over just now, I saw a man and a woman in the corner by the side door getting intimate, but it's a pity that the man's shoulders were too broad and he was too tall, blocking the woman's face. You have to say, this is just too outrageous, Zhan Ge's funeral..."

As he was speaking, Yuan Fengye suddenly realized that Sheng Yu's footsteps had stopped.

"What's wrong, Yu Ge..."

He turned his head; Sheng Yu was standing behind him, staring at him with an indifferent gaze.

Even though it was no different from his usual look, Yuan Fengye felt a chill down the back of his neck for no reason, and his heart tightened incessantly.

He gasped, tentatively whispering, "Yu Ge?"

Sheng Yu withdrew his gaze and calmly folded his cuffs, "Go now, if you catch them, I'll reward you handsomely."

A reward!

Yuan Fengye felt a surge of joy, but seeing Sheng Yu's unreadable face, he became uncertain again.

He looked at the back of Sheng Yu as he walked past him, tall and upright, like a green pine standing in the dark night.

Suddenly, his brain twitched.

"Why does it look so familiar?"

Like the one he saw getting intimate by the side door just now...

He shuddered violently, slapped his forehead hard, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"I must be crazy, whoever it is, it couldn't possibly be Yu Ge!"

Who in the entire Kyoto upper-class circle doesn't know that Yu Ge doesn't mess with women.

Of course, he doesn't mess with men either.

He is the picture of purity and asceticism, devoid of all desires, as if he had retreated into a monastery.

Zhu Yuan put on Sheng Yu's black shirt, tightened the cuffs by folding them over a few times, and tucked the hem of the shirt into her black skirt.

The clothes the Lu Family prepared for her were too large, and even with this oversized men's shirt, after her adjustments, one couldn't tell anything was amiss if they didn't look closely.

Then she returned to her room at top speed.

Fortunately, she hadn't been delayed too long on the way.

Nor had she let anyone see anything unusual.

After returning to her room, she immediately found a clean set of black clothes.

Today was her fiancé's funeral, and whoever drugged her at this critical juncture must have wanted to make her lose all face in front of numerous friends and relatives and nail her to the pillar of shame as a harlot.

But at the funeral of the eldest son of the Kyoto Lu Family.

Who would dare?

And who had such deep hatred for her that they would want to drive her to total ruin?

The more Zhu Yuan thought, the more chaotic her thoughts became; the effects of the drug hadn't completely worn off, and her brain simply couldn't function!

The most urgent task right now was to change her clothes first.

However, she had just undone the first button when she heard a knock at the door.

"Zhu Yuan, are you there?"

Zhu Yuan's heart jumped into her throat, and at the same time, the room door was pushed open from the outside.

"Yuanyuan?" A gentle voice came.

Zhu Yuan closed the wardrobe door behind her; several people entered from outside, with Zhu An'an and her friends in the lead.

Outsiders all know that the Zhu Family found their long-lost second daughter before the new year, but they do not know that Zhu Yuan is not some second daughter, but the only daughter of the Zhu Family.

Zhu An'an is the daughter the Zhu Family took in by mistake.

The Zhu Family cherished Zhu An'an for twenty years and could not bear to cut off this familial bond, so they announced to the public that the Zhu Family had two daughters: Zhu An'an as the eldest daughter and Zhu Yuan as the second daughter.

Zhu An'an walked quickly to Zhu Yuan and said worriedly, "I heard them say you didn't seem well, so I hurried over to see. Are you alright? Why is your complexion so poor?"

"I'm fine."

Zhu Yuan glanced at the person following beside Zhu An'an, who wore an innocent look on her face, "Who told you I wasn't well? I should thank her for caring about me so much."

"Several people saw it. You are my younger sister; you should have told me sooner if you weren't feeling well." Zhu An'an breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was fine.

Zhu Yuan calmly dodged the hand Zhu An'an reached out.

The woman standing beside Zhu An'an said haughtily, "What kind of attitude is that? An'an cares about you so much, and not only are you ungrateful, but you're also so cold. You really are used to growing up wild outside; you have no manners at all."

"Ling Bing, Yuanyuan isn't feeling well, so she's naturally in a bad mood. Don't talk to her like that." Zhu An'an turned back to persuade her friend.

The commotion here drew the attention of the Lu Family.

Walking in front was the grandmother of Zhu Yuan's fiancé, Lu Huaizhan.

Lu Family Old Madam brought people over and said sternly, "What happened?"

She glanced at Zhu Yuan's damp hair and frowned as she asked, "Zhu Yuan, why is your hair soaked?"

Although Lu Family Old Madam was over seventy, she was full of vigor and still possessed a certain majesty when she spoke.

Zhu Yuan thought to herself, "Oh no." She had only changed her clothes; her hair was still wet.

If people found out she had just been in the bathroom with Sheng Yu... even if nothing had happened, others wouldn't believe it.

She explained, "I wasn't feeling well, and I accidentally got my hair wet when I washed my face just now."

Lu Family Old Madam gave a noncommittal "hmph," and said, "If you aren't feeling well, I'll have someone call a doctor to see you."

"There's no need, Old Madam. I've already rested for a while and feel much better."

It was better to avoid extra trouble and prevent complications.

"But when I came to look for you just now, you weren't in your room at all?"

Ling Bing, standing beside Zhu An'an, crossed her arms and sneered, "Who knows where she went."

Zhu An'an took Zhu Yuan's arm, "That's right, Yuanyuan. Ling Bing said you weren't in your room, and then I heard them say you weren't feeling well, so I was very worried and hurried over to see. Where did you go earlier?"

Zhu Yuan cursed inwardly; these people were really meddlesome!

Lu Family Old Madam stared at her face, her tone deepening, "Didn't I tell you to go back to your room to rest? Where did you go?"

The eyes of the people brought by Lu Laotaitai and the people beside Zhu An'an were all fixed on Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan secretly clenched her fingers, having prepared her excuse and ready to speak.

At this moment, a cold and languid voice came from nearby.

"What is there to be afraid of saying?"