Chapter 237: Zhu Yuan, You Have Such a Cruel Heart

At the beginning of the year, when Zhu Yuan was kidnapped by Sheng Hongyao, Sheng Yu still felt lingering fear.

If they had found her any later that time, she would have been buried in the snowy mountains.

So, while she was in a coma, he instructed Qiao Mai to find a surgeon to embed a positioning chip, a few millimeters in size and as thin as a cicada's wing, into her ankle.

At the time, she had multiple frostbite injuries on her body, plus several cuts on her feet and hands from escaping the small wooden hut where she had been held; she did not notice anything unusual about such a tiny incision.

That tiny chip could pinpoint her location no matter where she was.

While it was to prevent her from having an accident, Sheng Yu knew very well that his own paranoid possessiveness was also at play, so he never told her.

And now, it had come in handy.

……

Watching Sheng Yu insist on sitting up, Qiao Mai suppressed the urge to nag and personally stepped in, carefully supporting his shoulders to let him lean against the headboard.

For someone who had almost lost his life, an ordinary person would at most be awake for a few minutes before passing out again.

Yet he insisted on sitting up; Qiao Mai could not deny that his physical condition was good, but in his current state, he was clearly just hanging on by a single breath, refusing to give up until he found Zhu Yuan.

Qiao Mai sighed inwardly, a cursed fate, truly a cursed fate!

He had no doubt that Sheng Yu was able to wake up in such a short time entirely because of his obsession with Zhu Yuan.

Watching the map range on the tablet constantly shrinking, Sheng Yu's gaze was fixed intently on the city distribution map of Jincheng, the area with the flashing red light still narrowing.

"Miss Zhu is in Jincheng!" Enzo said with pleasant surprise.

Finally, the map locked in, a single red light flickering; it displayed a hospital.

Just as Situ and the others were wondering why Zhu Yuan would be at a hospital, Sheng Yu's hand, which was tightly gripping the quilt, suddenly stiffened, and a cold sweat slid down his spine.

"I want to go to Jincheng." He gritted his teeth and turned to get out of bed.

Qiao Mai was so frightened his expression changed, "Young Master Yu, you cannot get out of bed right now."

He was truly throwing his life away!

"Will I die, is that it?" There was not a trace of expression on Sheng Yu's face; his eyes stared stiffly and numbly at that flickering red dot, and he muttered, "Then let me die."

With that one sentence, cold sweat was already pouring down Sheng Yu's forehead; Qiao Mai was so angry he couldn't speak, fearing he would pass out the next second, and hurriedly called for someone to bring a wheelchair.

Before Qiao Mai could even assist him, he braced his hands on the back of the wheelchair, sat down while gasping for air, and said word by word, "Contact the people in Jincheng, enter the hospital and stop Yuanyuan; kill anyone who stands in the way!"

Was she really that impatient?

Did she hate him so much that she didn't even want to keep their child!

Yuanyuan, do you... really have not a shred of love left for me?

……

Sheng Family Old Residence.

"Mr. Sheng, there is movement on Sheng Yu's side; they have mobilized an entire motorcade, though it is unclear where they are going."

Sheng Hongyao stood up, "Sheng Yu went too?"

"Yes," the Bodyguard replied, "Our people did not dare to approach rashly and only monitored from a distance; Sheng Yu is also sitting in the car, and since he had been in a coma, he must have just woken up not long ago."

For someone who almost died, where could he be going by car just after waking up?

Sheng Hongyao suddenly sneered, his voice unable to hide his excitement, "Who else could make Sheng Yu disregard his own life, if not for something related to Zhu Yuan?"

This was why he had ordered people to guard near the hospital and use binoculars to observe the situation on Sheng Yu's side, all to follow Sheng Yu's trail to find Zhu Yuan's whereabouts.

He had to admit, Sheng Yu had more means and was more capable than him.

"Follow them, find Zhu Yuan!"

And while Sheng Hongyao's men were mobilized to follow Sheng Yu, another team was also mobilized in a corner of Jingdu City.

……

Late at night, outside the operating room of a general hospital in Jincheng.

Wheels rolled across the floor making a very faint sound, followed by a series of footsteps as a group of people flooded into the corridor outside the operating room.

Two teams stood in a standoff outside the operating room.

Sheng Yu did not have many people in Jincheng; his men could not suppress Pei Ling's men, and Pei Ling's men could not break free from Sheng Yu's men.

But they had ultimately arrived a step too late.

By the time they arrived, the door to the operating room had already closed.

The light of the operating room went out, and the door slowly opened to both sides.

Pei Ling took a step forward, glanced at the unusually pale Zhu Yuan, and without saying a word, he took the handles of the wheelchair from the nurse and pushed her to leave.

But the next second, on the other side of the corridor, Zhu Yuan raised her eyes and saw the man who was sitting in a wheelchair just like her.

Time seemed to stand still.

The two looked at each other silently.

Qiao Mai looked at Zhu Yuan's complexion, her current state, and the operating room door behind her; everything became clear.

No wonder Young Master Yu insisted on coming here himself no matter what.

He suddenly felt heartbroken; how did things reach this point?

Zhu Yuan's eyes turned red as she looked away; a piece of paper in her hand fell and was blown forward by a gust of wind from the corridor.

Pei Ling frowned but did not step forward to pick it up.

Enzo walked forward a few steps and picked up the paper from the ground; the moment he saw the content, his expression changed—Miss Zhu, she...

"Bring it here." A weak, cold voice sounded.

Hearing his voice, Zhu Yuan felt a lump in her throat, but she did not look at him again; instead, she said to Pei Ling, "Second Master, can you take me away?"

That paper was clutched in Sheng Yu's hand; whether it was the wind or his hand trembling, looking at the Post-surgery List, Sheng Yu's eye rims slowly became moist.

Pei Ling gave Sheng Yu a faint glance and pushed Zhu Yuan's wheelchair to turn toward the elevator on the other side.

"Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, a low inquiry came from the cold and aloof man behind her.

Zhu Yuan's tears rolled down instantly; she kept her back to Sheng Yu, her shoulders trembling slightly, "To gain freedom, I fear no pain."

"Zhu Yuan!" Sheng Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and moist.

Medical staff emerged from the operating room, one nurse holding a tray with a sealed container on it, inside of which was a blood clot, appearing to be prepared for disposal.

Seeing so many people outside the door, along with guns, the medical staff were startled.

Sheng Yu's gaze was fixed tightly on that blood clot, the paper proving Zhu Yuan's miscarriage in his hand crumpled into a ball by him, his fingers trembling as he clutched the balled-up paper tightly in his palm.

He suddenly let out a low laugh, his eyes scarlet, his tear-filled appearance making one feel as if he had gone mad.

"Zhu Yuan... how cruel your heart is."

Sheng Yu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Young Master Yu!"

"Young Master Yu!"

"Hurry and arrange the emergency room!"

Hearing the sounds behind her, Zhu Yuan bit the tip of her tongue to force herself not to look back, but the moment Pei Ling pushed her wheelchair into the elevator, she still turned her head to glance at the man collapsed on the wheelchair.

Yet Zhu Yuan could not leave, because Sheng Yu's men had surrounded the hospital.

Even in his unconscious state, he would not let her go.

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