Chapter 215: Brother Yu, Youyou is Sick

Zhu Yuan was led down the mountain by Sheng Yu.

"I'm waiting for my brother." She looked back frequently.

However, Sheng Yu held her close and wouldn't let her turn around; plus, with the mist permeating the mountainside, she soon couldn't see Zhu Jingyao anymore.

She turned her head to glare at Sheng Yu, "You're too overbearing. Are you acting jealous again?"

He had even been jealous of Grandpa before; seeing him like this, he was definitely jealous of her brother.

"He is your brother." Sheng Yu used her own words from before to block her, "What would I be jealous of?"

She had called him brother for over twenty years, treating him as family from childhood to adulthood; with twenty-some years of instinctual awareness, she would never think of the feelings Zhu Jingyao had for her in the direction of romantic love.

Even if he said it, she wouldn't believe him.

So, he didn't intend to tell her.

Zhu Yuan looked at him suspiciously, letting him wrap his arm around her waist as they went down the mountain.

Seeing that his hair tips were slightly damp and that after taking off his overcoat he was wearing a suit underneath, which looked a bit thin, she just thought about taking off her overcoat to give to him.

Sensing her gaze, Sheng Yu gripped her hand tightly, suddenly scooped her up horizontally, and looked down at her, "This way, we'll both be warm."

Zhu Yuan nestled in his arms and poked his chest with her index finger.

"In such a serious place, don't flirt."

Sheng Yu issued a warning, the woman in his arms chuckled, and the corners of Sheng Yu's mouth also curled up.

The group waited for Zhu Jingyao at the parking spot.

Not long after, he walked down from the thin mist.

At a glance, he saw Sheng Yu holding Zhu Yuan's hand, standing beside the black sedan.

Zhu Yuan was wrapped in Sheng Yu's oversized overcoat, her features exquisite and beautiful; she didn't know what she was saying to the man who had his arm around her waist, but the man had a half-smile on his face, his eyes fixed on Zhu Yuan the whole time, as if there was only Zhu Yuan in his sight.

"Brother!" Zhu Yuan waved at Zhu Jingyao.

Sheng Yu slowly raised his eyes to look over.

Their eyes met; Zhu Jingyao did not look away, but instead met Sheng Yu's cold gaze and walked toward Zhu Yuan.

"Brother, I'm heading back to Kyoto City in a bit because I have a tour in two days, so time is tight and I have to rehearse every day. You stay home and keep Grandpa company."

"With him?" Zhu Jingyao looked at Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan nodded.

Sheng Yu had come to pick her up.

Looking at Zhu Jingyao's serious face, Zhu Yuan looked up and said to Sheng Yu, "I have a few words to say to my brother."

"You want me to step aside?"

Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow, his face showing clear displeasure.

This guy...

"You wait for me here." Zhu Yuan was exasperated with him; was he still jealous of her brother?

She pulled Zhu Jingyao's arm and walked a few steps to the side.

"Brother, you really don't need to worry about me. I'm already this old; seeing your little sister grow up, aren't you happy?"

Zhu Jingyao looked at her, and in his mind, like a revolving lantern, images of her from childhood to adulthood flashed by. His heart softened, but that didn't mean he would give in, "I'm afraid you'll regret it."

"Can you not be so pessimistic? Why would I regret it?"

Zhu Jingyao didn't answer her question, "I just got back; don't you want to spend more time with me? In your eyes, a brother isn't as important as a boyfriend, right?"

"Brother, what are you talking about? I'm not going to Kyoto City for romance; I'm going for work, it just so happens that Sheng Yu came to pick me up."

"Alright, Brother, you go back."

Zhu Yuan pushed him toward the taxi.

When she turned back, Sheng Yu was standing in the same spot, his gaze looking at her clearly.

For some reason, Zhu Yuan saw a trace of resentment in his eyes.

She helplessly clutched her forehead, ran over pouting, and really wanted to give Sheng Yu a kick.

But before she could make a move when she reached him, Sheng Yu pulled her into his arms, sounding quite gritted-teeth, "Why are you so alluring!"

Zhu Yuan didn't understand the deeper meaning in his words, thinking only that he was jealous to the point of no return.

She raised both hands to cup his face, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips, asking with a smile, "Is this okay now?"

"You think you can dismiss me with one kiss?" Besides, a touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water didn't count as a kiss.

"It's better than nothing!" Zhu Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and stepped on Sheng Yu's leather shoe.

Sheng Yu gritted his back teeth and dragged her into the car.

Before long, the car started; inside the car window, Zhu Yuan was pressed into the corner of the cabin by Sheng Yu, being kissed wantonly.

After Zhu Jingyao got into the taxi, he didn't go home.

Instead, he had the driver take him to a teahouse.

He got out of the car, walked straight in, and went up to the second floor.

The private room door was pushed open, and he walked in; there was already someone in the room.

The man in a suit and leather shoes slowly turned around; he looked at the handsome Zhu Jingyao and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Jingyao looked at the other party indifferently, with no intention of saying another word.

A professional smile appeared on the other party's face as he picked up a briefcase from the side and placed it on the table.

"Here is three hundred thousand in cash for your convenience in the short term; the remaining funds have already been transferred to the account you provided."

As the other party finished speaking, Zhu Jingyao's phone chimed.

A text message sent from the bank.

Looking at the eight digits before the decimal point, Zhu Jingyao turned off his phone and put it back into his pocket.

He reached out to grab the briefcase on the table.

The other person, however, pressed down on the case.

Zhu Jingyao raised his eyes.

The other person's tone was polite: "Mr. Sheng asked me to convey a message to you: he hopes you can keep that matter a secret; if anyone else finds out, you know what the consequences will be."

Zhu Jingyao's fingers moved to grip the handle of the briefcase, pulling the case away from under the other person's hand.

His face was as indifferent as ever.

"Rest assured, I want that matter to remain unknown even more than he does."

The plane landed at the Kyoto City Airport.

Having slept on the plane, Zhu Yuan still felt a bit sleepy.

She had slept fine last night, so why was she still sleepy?

She yawned, which Sheng Yu noticed; he smiled, cupped her face, and kissed her on her soft, pink lips.

"You're becoming more and more like a certain animal."

Dazed from his kiss, Zhu Yuan leaned against him lazily, then suddenly woke up, "You're the pig!"

"Heh..."

Hearing him laugh, Zhu Yuan was even more annoyed and punched his chest a few times.

However, she did seem to have been getting sleepy more easily these past few days than before.

She suddenly remembered that her period had been delayed for many days.

Her cycle had never been regular, and it had been delayed for this long before, but the sleepiness and having a good appetite without gaining weight were things that had never happened.

Could it be that she...

She looked at Sheng Yu, intending to tell him about her abnormalities.

At this moment, Sheng Yu's phone rang.

Sheng Yu glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

He hung up the phone.

He turned around, took Zhu Yuan's hand, and led her off the plane, "I'll take you to the theater."

Seeing him hang up the phone just now, she figured it must be work-related, and there was really no need for him to take the time to drop her off.

"Go ahead and get busy; it's fine if Enzo takes me."

As for the question in her heart, she decided to find an opportunity to verify it herself before telling him.

Sheng Yu still insisted on taking her to the theater.

After watching Zhu Yuan enter the back door of the theater, Sheng Yu's phone rang again.

It was still that same number.

He answered it with an expressionless face, and Ning Huaiqing's suppressed sobbing came from the other end of the line: "Yu Ge, Youyou is sick."