Chapter 230: I Just Love a Man with Such Boldness Like You

At the same time, Sheng Family Old Residence.

Secretary Jiang walked toward the garden in a hurry.

The sun was nice today, and Sheng Hongyao was holding shears, personally pruning the messy rose branches in the garden; they had been planted by Yu Lan when she was alive, and over so many years, they had grown from a small plant into a vast expanse of flowering vines.

When the blooming season was at its peak, they were as beautiful as the sunset clouds.

With one snip of his shears, a large portion of the vines fell, without a shred of mercy.

"Sheng... Mr. Sheng." Secretary Jiang walked to his side.

Sheng Hongyao did not even lift his head, and gave a grunt.

With another snip, another half of the vines fell.

"Mr. Sheng, our people monitored a car driving into the Hot Spring Villa; Qiao Mai and another doctor were in the car."

Hearing him say this in a rush, Sheng Hongyao finally stopped his work and turned to look at him, "What kind of doctor?"

"An obstetrician," Secretary Jiang replied, "I have already sent people to verify it; it is indeed an obstetrician, the most capable one in the obstetrics department at Qiao Mai Hospital."

Sheng Hongyao's hand holding the shears paused.

Obstetrics.

A trace of bloodthirsty coldness flickered in his gaze, heh.

Then Secretary Jiang added, "The Drama Troupe set off for a tour in the neighboring province today; Zhu Yuan did not participate as the lead actress, and I heard that the B-role is performing this time."

Sheng Hongyao said viciously, "It seems Zhu Yuan is truly pregnant."

Back then, Sheng Yu drove and hit Shen Yijing, causing him to lose his child.

Then today, how could he possibly let that child of Sheng Yu's be born safely?

The cycle of heaven.

It was time for Sheng Yu to pay a painful price for what he had done.

The cold sneer on Sheng Hongyao's lips grew more vicious, "I really want to see the expression on his face when he loses his child; I will make him suffer even more than I did."

Secretary Jiang said excitedly, "Sheng Yu is holding a Board of Directors meeting today; this is his first meeting since taking office as Chairman of Sheng Corporation, so he will surely attach great importance to it. Today is a good opportunity to act; if we wait until later when Zhu Yuan's belly grows larger, the security at the Hot Spring Villa will be even tighter, and we won't be able to do anything about them."

"Correct." Sheng Hongyao tossed the shears aside, "Assemble the men."

In a dim room with heavy curtains drawn, a woman wearing a red spaghetti-strap nightgown lay on a man's chest; beneath her curly hair, a well-maintained face was revealed, exuding a sense of pure desire that did not match her age.

If Sheng Hongyao were here at this moment, he would certainly recognize that this was Shen Yijing, whom he thought was already dead!

Shen Yijing raised her hand to hook around the man's neck, "What was said on the phone? You seem very unhappy."

After the man answered a phone call just now, he started smoking; she did not know what could have caused such a great change in his mood, as he usually did not smoke much and lived a very healthy lifestyle.

The man stubbed the cigarette out by the bed and said in a low voice, "Zhu Yuan is pregnant."

Shen Yijing was startled, and realizing the severity of the problem, she quickly sat up, pulling at her slipping strap while analyzing seriously, "If that child is born successfully, it will be Sheng Yu's heir!"

After a long silence, the man sneered, "That is on the premise that it is born successfully. I could even abandon my own flesh and blood, so how could I let his child be born?"

The man's hand moved toward Shen Yijing's flat lower abdomen, rubbing it gently.

After passing middle age, Shen Yijing was very strict with herself and could be ruthless, which was how she maintained such a good figure.

Previously, whenever the child she once carried in her womb was mentioned in front of Sheng Hongyao, she would put on a look of unbearable heartache and agony.

But now, as the man touched her lower abdomen, she had no emotional fluctuation at all, but instead hooked her arms tighter around the man's neck, "If it can make that father and son turn against each other, that child from back then can be considered to have fulfilled its purpose."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Sheng Hongyao would never know until his death that the child he thought was his own flesh and blood was actually the child of Shen Yijing and this man.

And that child was merely a tool used to make Sheng Hongyao and Sheng Yu, father and son, turn against each other.

The man pulled away the hand Shen Yijing had hooked around his neck, got out of bed, and walked to the window with the heavy curtains drawn to light another cigarette; the firelight vaguely outlined the man's features, and Shen Yijing watched with a hint of infatuation.

Recalling the man's handsome appearance in his youth, she gave a low laugh, her eyes full of love.

This was a love more sincere than the pretense she showed in front of Sheng Hongyao.

The man flicked the lighter away and took a fierce drag of his cigarette, "I have been biding my time for so many years; there is no reason to hand over the meat that is about to be in my grasp. Once that child is born and Sheng Yu has an heir, everything will become difficult to handle."

Shen Yijing got out of bed and hugged his waist from behind, "They say even a tiger won't eat its own cubs; he is your relative after all, and counts as half a son to you. Can you really bear to lay a hand on his child?"

In this regard, even Sheng Hongyao would have to bow down in defeat.

The man sneered, "I could even kill his mother, let alone his child."

Shen Yijing hugged him tighter, her face pressed against his back, "I just love a man with such boldness like you."

"Then what do we do now?" This matter allowed for no hesitation; it was best to cut the Gordian knot.

The man narrowed his eyes, "Sheng Yu is not at the Hot Spring Villa today; it is inconvenient for me to show my face in Jingdu City right now. You take them over there, and I will tell you a secret escape route."

The white gauze curtains fluttered, and Zhu Yuan stared blankly at Pei Ling's face, her heart pounding with fear.

"Pei..."

Pei Ling strode toward her with his long legs, and seeing her face, which was even thinner than before, he frowned slightly.

House arrest—was Sheng Yu not feeding her?

Subconsciously raising his hand, but before he could touch her face, Zhu Yuan asked, "Are you here to save me?"

A look of seeing a fool flashed in Pei Ling's eyes, and he dropped his raised hand to his side, "Can't I be here for a vacation?"

"No!" Zhu Yuan said urgently; she knew he was saying that on purpose—could he really be here for a vacation after climbing in through the window? She had just asked that subconsciously, "You must save me and get me out."

Pei Ling raised an eyebrow, "Must?"

"I am an actress at the Theater, I am your employee, and I need to earn money for you." As she spoke, she frowned, suppressing the urge to retch.

Pei Ling saw that she was uncomfortable and that her complexion was not good either; he really didn't know what that madman Sheng Yu was doing, tormenting someone to this extent!

The sound of a car engine came from outside the small building.

Zhu Yuan stiffened all over; it was not the sound of Sheng Yu's car, it must be Qiao Mai arriving with the obstetrician.

Suddenly, a large, rough hand reached out in front of her, "Let's go, I'll take you out."

Zhu Yuan raised her eyes to meet Pei Ling's dark brown, amber-like eyes; his gaze remained somewhat languid and cold, yet she took one look and reached out her hand.

The corners of Pei Ling's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as he wrapped her small hand in his palm.

Zhu Yuan looked at him, her eyes calm and without a single ripple.