Chapter 233

Cold sweat continuously slid from Sheng Yu's forehead to his jaw, dripping down his jawline onto his chest, where it mingled with the gradually darkening bloodstains.

The scent of blood inside the car cabin grew increasingly intense.

Sheng Yu's vision blurred in waves; he bit the tip of his tongue and stared fixedly at the car in front.

His Yuanyuan was in there, and he would not allow anyone to snatch her away.

She was his!

Ahead lay the Pan Shan Highway; the car Pei Ling was driving had started a few seconds earlier than Sheng Yu's, and those few seconds created a gap. Both men had their accelerators floored, and now it was a gamble on who would lift their foot first.

Situ, who was catching up from behind, felt cold sweat streaming down his back.

Listening to the two engines roaring crazily on the road ahead, he knew both men were fearless of death!

Especially Young Master Yu, who had been shot in the chest; chasing like this was practically suicidal!

Yet, he dared not imagine what Young Master Yu would become if Miss Zhu were snatched away.

Gritting his teeth, he turned the steering wheel to separate from the other cars and drove toward a small mountain path, his vehicle bumping and shaking violently on the rugged road.

After the Harley motorcycles entered the Hot Spring Villa, those people opened fire with guns, and Situ's left shoulder was struck by a stray bullet.

At this moment, in the speeding car on the bumpy road, his left shoulder slammed against the car door from time to time, yet he had no intention of slowing down.

He certainly knew that Young Master Yu was in the wrong for this, but there was no help for it; he was not as soft-hearted as Enzo, and in his heart, Young Master Yu always came first.

He had to catch up to Miss Zhu and intercept her.

……

The car passed the guardrail of the Pan Shan Highway; Sheng Yu glanced rapidly out the window, withdrew his gaze, and gripped the steering wheel, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

That night, it was right here that Zhu Yuan had jumped from the car into the sea right before his eyes.

The moment he jumped in after her, he had no other thoughts, only remembering a voice echoing in his mind—Zhu Yuan, you can only be mine!

As more and more blood was lost, sweat clung to his slender, vein-protruding neck, sliding slowly with the rise and fall of his Adam's apple; the instant his consciousness was about to slip away, Sheng Yu's vision went black.

Yet, in the next second, he felt the speed of the car in front decreasing.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pressed his other fist against his wounded chest.

The intense pain allowed his consciousness to regain clarity for a short time.

Looking at the car that was getting closer, he could vaguely see a slender figure leaning against the passenger seat, motionless.

Suddenly, he heard a massive rumbling sound beyond the roar of the engines, accompanied by a powerful gale that sent the leaves of the surrounding trees flying and their branches swaying.

Sheng Yu's pale complexion suddenly stiffened.

Under the bright, sun-drenched sky, a black helicopter slowly descended in mid-air.

Suddenly, a gray off-road vehicle surged out from the small mountain path, and through the lowered window, Situ drew his gun and fired at the car that had already slowed down!

However, at the most critical moment, a ladder was lowered from the helicopter.

Several well-trained mercenaries grabbed the ladder and descended from the sky; with their rich combat experience, they moved extremely quickly, rapidly surrounding Pei Ling's car to protect the person inside.

They opened fire on the opposing party.

Pei Ling opened the passenger door and pulled the unconscious Zhu Yuan into his arms.

Looking back at Sheng Yu, who had stepped out of the car behind, and the countless Bodyguard vehicles behind him, Pei Ling's gaze was cold and sinister.

Want to gamble?

Sheng Yu.

I bet you don't dare to shoot!

He held Zhu Yuan with one arm and grabbed the ladder with the other.

Just as the ladder began to rise, a bullet struck the metal of the ladder with a piercing sound and sparks flying, passing almost right through Zhu Yuan's hair!

"Don't shoot!" Sheng Yu roared!

He watched Zhu Yuan leaning unconsciously against Pei Ling's chest, her eyes tightly shut, her face devoid of color, and he slowly lowered his gun-wielding hand.

After he lowered his gun, the others followed suit one after another.

If the bullet had deviated even slightly, it would have hit her.

Even if his marksmanship were divine enough to hit Pei Ling, she would fall from mid-air and crash to the ground.

He could not bear either outcome.

He watched helplessly as Pei Ling held her and ascended into the helicopter.

Pei Ling looked down from above at the dense crowd on the ground; those people had rushed forward only because the man standing in the middle, that high and mighty, powerful man, had collapsed to the ground.

He withdrew his gaze, and a Bodyguard closed the helicopter cabin door.

The person in his arms was still unconscious.

Pei Ling sat with his back straight, his rough palm cradling her small face so she would lean against his neck; as he lowered his head, his lips were almost touching her forehead.

So, after seeing Sheng Yu get shot, you still felt soft-hearted, didn't you?

Heartbroken to the point of fainting.

Is this what you call love?

To be able to transfer the pain from the other person onto yourself, hurting until your internal organs are scorched and your heart is torn to pieces.

The hand cradling her face did not move for a long time; the soft, smooth sensation startled him. He had never touched anything so soft, and he did not even dare to move his fingers, fearing he might break her.

Pei Ling stared at her face for a long time, his gaze slowly moving downward to rest on her lower abdomen.

He had originally thought the other group today was after her life, but now he realized it must have been for the child in her belly.

However, Sheng Yu was right about one thing: keeping her in the Hot Spring Villa was to protect the safety of her and the child.

If it weren't for his men and the other group attacking one after another today, weakening the villa's defenses, it would have been as difficult as ascending to heaven for them to enter the Hot Spring Villa.

But fortunately, he had deployed several routes in advance.

"Second Master, besides our men, there are two other groups." Over the phone, Pei Ling heard Pei Li's weak, breathless voice.

Pei Ling frowned.

Two teams of people?

That explains it; under a group attack, the fall of the Hot Spring Villa was inevitable, but to have held out until now without being suppressed, he had to admit that the Hot Spring Villa was indeed a difficult place to attack.

Hearing Pei Li's suppressed gasps over the phone, his expression turned cold and grim: "Can you still survive?"

Pei Li chuckled, "Second Master, my life is tough..."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A busy signal came from the other end of the line, and Pei Li smiled helplessly as if accustomed to it; the Second Master simply couldn't stand sentimental words.

The helicopter continued to fly forward, and though Pei Ling's body was stiff and aching from sitting, he did not shift his position, nor did he let Zhu Yuan feel any discomfort, still letting her lean against the crook of his neck—a place no one else dared to touch.

The perimeter of the Hot Spring Villa.

Having lost contact with Secretary Jiang, Sheng Hongyao pushed open the car door, "Have you made contact?"

Suddenly, his phone rang, "Mr. Sheng, Secretary Jiang is dead!"

"Useless!" Sheng Hongyao rebuked angrily; what use was something that couldn't even handle such a small matter!

Dying served them right!

"However, before Secretary Jiang died, he fired a shot and hit Sheng Yu; now Sheng Yu is shot and unconscious, and Zhu Yuan has been taken away by people from the Pei Family."

Sheng Hongyao narrowed his eyes and sneered.

Shot.

That counts as having accomplished one thing.

"Give the order: find out where Zhu Yuan was taken; the child in her belly must absolutely not live!"

The Sheng Family is his.

Sheng Yu was the child born to Yu Lan; whenever he saw Sheng Yu, he would be reminded of how he had used Yu Lan back then to secure his position in the Sheng Corporation, he would also recall the cold violence he inflicted upon Yu Lan afterward, and even more so, he would remember how Yu Lan could not even protect her own body and suffered humiliation after being kidnapped.

Sheng Yu was like a witness to his shameful past.

How could he possibly like Sheng Yu? He wished for Sheng Yu to disappear forever so that his shame would cease to exist.

Sheng Hongyao hung up the phone and sat back in the car to instruct the driver to drive, when suddenly, several cars in the distance drove from the seaside cliff toward the highway, and his gaze froze abruptly.

Through the car window that was slowly rolling up, he saw a familiar face.

Shen Yijing!

He absolutely could not have seen it wrong; Shen Yijing had been by his side for so many years, it was impossible for him to have seen it wrong!

She was truly still alive!

Sheng Hongyao's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, "Catch up to the car in front!"

The rain outside the window grew heavier, the sound of it drumming against the glass like a frantic, restless heartbeat.