Chapter 239: Who could this person be?

Sheng Yu cannot find Zhu Yuan anymore.

That day, Zhu Yuan disappeared from the hospital in Jincheng, and Sheng Yu ordered his men to track her location; however, when Enzo arrived with his men, they only found that Positioning Chip, as thin as a cicada's wing, stuck to a dilapidated cardboard box amidst a pile of waste.

There was not a trace of Zhu Yuan left anywhere.

The Positioning Chip on Zhu Yuan had been removed, and there was no doubt it was the handiwork of Pei Ling.

That man, who was rumored to have been locked in a dog cage since childhood and treated like a chess piece by the Pei Family, had a depth of character that was unfathomable.

Enzo returned to Kyoto City with the chip and handed it to Sheng Yu, "Young Master Yu, Miss Zhu is truly gone."

Given Pei Ling's capabilities, it would likely be very difficult for them to find her.

These two men were truly evenly matched opponents.

Sheng Yu looked at the chip quietly; everyone thought he would go mad, but he was strangely calm, terrifyingly so.

From the time he returned to the hospital in Kyoto City from Jincheng, Sheng Yu was unexpectedly calm while recovering from his injuries, neither ordering his men to continue searching for Zhu Yuan nor disregarding his own life to go find her.

Only when the night was deep and quiet would Sheng Yu unfold that sticky note he took out to look at repeatedly—

Remember what I said, I hope you are happy and everything goes smoothly; this wish will never change.

It was still such ugly handwriting, yet it had a very distinct personal style, ugly in a prominent way.

If his employees had written such characters for him, they would certainly have been severely reprimanded, yet he looked at these very ugly characters over and over again every day, never tiring of it, as if bewitched.

He pressed the sticky note against his chest, near his heart.

Yuanyuan, I will definitely do what you asked me to do.

I will also control my emotions well and not let myself go mad.

I can eat spicy food now; soon I will be able to accompany you to eat that insanely spicy hot pot and eat the so-called excessively spicy home-cooked dishes you make.

But where are you?

Sheng Yu's condition gradually improved; his physical fitness was astonishing, and his recovery ability was better than the average person's.

Qiao Mai exclaimed in wonder several times after finishing his check-ups.

This day, when he entered the ward to find Sheng Yu for something, he saw Situ and Enzo standing by the hospital bed, both of them with equally serious and solemn expressions, which made him involuntarily soften the force with which he closed the door.

"How many people were there near the Jincheng hospital that day?"

"Quite a few; there should have been two groups of people, both following us."

Sheng Yu's complexion was still not very good, slightly pale, and he had lost a significant amount of weight.

His fingertips fiddled with a lighter, a small, matte pure-black lighter; he held it lovingly every day, even clutching it tightly while sleeping. Qiao Mai only learned later from Enzo that this was a gift to Sheng Yu from Zhu Yuan.

It left him with no doubt that even if it were a bomb, as long as it was a gift from Zhu Yuan, Sheng Yu would hold it tightly and never let go, even if it were lit.

"Two groups of people," Sheng Yu murmured in a low voice.

That day at the Hot Spring Villa, besides Pei Ling's people being the most numerous, there were two other groups of people.

The person who fired the shot and wounded him was Sheng Hongyao's secretary, so one of the groups was undoubtedly Sheng Hongyao's; then, who could the other group be?

Situ recalled something, "Logically, after Sheng Hongyao's secretary died that day and you were seriously injured, Sheng Hongyao should have pursued Miss Zhu relentlessly, but from the nearby surveillance, one can see he did not chase after her; instead, his car headed toward the villa's emergency escape route."

This point was indeed worth suspecting.

If Sheng Hongyao had pursued them relentlessly, it was not certain he wouldn't have caught Pei Ling and Zhu Yuan; even though Sheng Hongyao had stepped down from the position of Chairman of the Sheng Group, he was, after all, the head of the Sheng Family, and with the forces he had cultivated over so many years, catching Pei Ling would not necessarily have been a big problem.

Moreover, the direction he was heading in was actually a secret escape route of the villa.

Situ was very certain that Sheng Hongyao did not know about that route.

"Besides Sheng Hongyao's people that day, where did the other group clash with our men?" Sheng Yu frowned slightly.

Because he discovered that the place on the lighter in his hand that he often rubbed had lost a bit of paint.

Situ sensed his displeasure, thinking Sheng Yu was angry at his incompetence, and spoke without any wasted words, "When we counted the casualties, we found Pei Ling's people and Sheng Hongyao's people at the foot of the mountain; besides that, there were our own people. However, inside the villa, there were other casualties. Even if their abilities were strong, I don't believe they could have retreated unscathed at the foot of the mountain."

Apart from Pei Ling's helicopter at the foot of the mountain, there were no other helicopters that day; those people could not have appeared inside the villa out of thin air.

Sheng Yu looked at the lighter with the chipped paint, a fire surging in his heart for no reason; how could he be so careless?

He blamed himself in his heart, yet he didn't feel for a second that the quality of the lighter Zhu Yuan bought was the problem.

Listening to Situ's words, his expression turned cold, and his tone was sharp, "They went up through the escape route."

Situ, Enzo, and Qiao Mai were all stunned at once, "How is that possible?"

They looked at Sheng Yu.

Situ frowned deeply, "If they really went up through the escape route, then afterward, when Sheng Hongyao chased in that direction, could it be that he discovered them? But wasn't Sheng Hongyao's target Miss Zhu?"

Enzo felt a chill down his spine; he boldly guessed, "Could it be someone Sheng Hongyao knows?"

But what kind of person would make Sheng Hongyao temporarily put aside even the matter of chasing Zhu Yuan?

To make a person with a clear goal and a ruthless heart lose his composure.

"Shen Yijing."

The cold voice came from Sheng Yu's mouth.

The three of them looked at him simultaneously; Qiao Mai felt his scalp tingle, and he suddenly realized, "In that case, it really is possible. Then the other group was Shen Yijing's people."

They all knew Shen Yijing was not dead; only Sheng Hongyao firmly believed Shen Yijing had been killed by Sheng Yu.

But if the person he was certain was dead suddenly appeared in his field of vision, it would be no wonder if Sheng Hongyao lost his composure.

Furthermore, back then, Sheng Yu had hit Shen Yijing with his car, causing the child in her womb to be born prematurely and die; Shen Yijing must have been looking for an opportunity to take revenge, which would explain why Shen Yijing also wanted to make a move against Zhu Yuan.

"But..." Enzo was puzzled, "How would Shen Yijing know about that escape route?"

Situ's brow furrowed even tighter.

Indeed, everything else made sense, but only this did not.

Shen Yijing had always been by Sheng Hongyao's side; how could she know about a place even Sheng Hongyao did not know?

"There is someone behind Shen Yijing!"

Situ's words left both Qiao Mai and Enzo stunned.

Only Sheng Yu remained silent, his ink-jade eyes appearing as if veiled by a layer of cold, gloomy shadow.

The more Situ thought about it, the more he felt this possibility held water: "Back when Shen Yijing was rescued at sea, I suspected that she had been secretly cultivating her own influence for all these years; it was impossible for Sheng Hongyao to have known nothing. To be able to keep it so airtight, there must have been someone behind her pulling the strings."

But who could this person be?