Chapter 260: Can't Take It Anymore?

Familiar handwriting, a face I could never forget even in death.

At this moment, he could be absolutely certain that the person living in the small courtyard they passed last night was Zhu Yuan.

Sheng Yu's unusually pale complexion quickly drew the attention of passersby.

Especially since he was overly handsome; such a super-handsome man standing by the side of the road, looking as if he were unwell, made more and more people look toward him.

Despite being such a tall man, those bloodshot eyes made people feel as though he were fragile and vulnerable.

A young woman, attracted by his appearance, gathered the courage to approach, "Sir, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

The man lowered his gaze, turning a deaf ear to the passerby's concern; the cold, "strangers keep away" aura made the woman who had just boldly asked immediately retreat a few steps.

The powerful aura of someone in a superior position made the passersby think that the fragility they had just seen on the man was merely their own illusion.

Sheng Yu sat back in the car, "Drive, back to Fengcheng."

However, by the time Sheng Yu brought his people back to Fengcheng, his team was ambushed at the Fengcheng Airport by a third party, and Shen Yijing was abducted by Sheng Hongyao's men.

"Young Master Yu, it is my dereliction of duty," Situ said, blaming himself, his fingers stained with blood.

He had been guarding against Shen Yijing being rescued, but he had not expected Sheng Hongyao to be hiding in the shadows.

It seems Sheng Hongyao's injuries after the car accident were faked.

He should have guessed that Sheng Hongyao would not fall so easily.

Sheng Yu was expressionless, with no emotional fluctuations on his face.

Since the person behind the scenes would commit such a heinous act as silencing witnesses, the method of using Shen Yijing to lure the other party out would not work; the other party did not care about Shen Yijing's life or death at all.

And the fact that Sheng Hongyao would come to abduct Shen Yijing did not surprise him.

On the contrary, he also understood Sheng Hongyao; Shen Yijing had been lurking by his side and acting for so many years, so how could he easily let Shen Yijing go?

Having been deceived and betrayed, Sheng Hongyao must be itching to grind Shen Yijing to dust.

Moreover, there was something Sheng Hongyao would likely be very interested in hearing.

It was about the segment where he drove into Shen Yijing at eighteen; he had been injured some time ago, yet he inexplicably recalled some images he had forgotten back then.

"Return to Jingdu City, to settle the score."

……

Shen Yijing was splashed awake by a basin of cold water.

She choked on the water and coughed repeatedly; the gunshot wound on her knee hurt so much she could not turn over. She was too weak to open her eyes, and what came into view were white walls all around, an unfamiliar environment, and her soaked hair; the water dripping from the tips of her hair all made her realize she had not been rescued.

No matter what, she would not let Sheng Yu get his way; even if she died, she would not tell Sheng Yu who that man really was.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and a loud slap landed on her face.

"Bitch!"

She was slapped back onto the ground by a large palm.

Her whole body sprawled on the floor, her knee hitting the ground heavily, the pain causing her vision to go black, unable to struggle free.

The man's furious voice echoed in her ears.

She was too familiar with this voice; she had listened to it for over ten years and endured it for ten years.

Sheng Hongyao.

The crutch slammed hard against the ground with a loud bang, accompanied by the man's roar: "Look at me!"

Shen Yijing propped herself up on the ground with both hands, turned her head with tears welling up, looking at Sheng Hongyao pitifully, and cried out in grievance: "Hongyao, Hongyao, I've finally seen you."

Seeing her just as she was before, so pitiful and looking like someone who would make any man's heart soften.

Sheng Hongyao felt that he was a complete and utter fool.

Being played in circles by this woman.

"Pick up my crutch," he sternly ordered the Bodyguard.

The Bodyguard picked up the crutch and handed it to Sheng Hongyao.

The serious injuries were indeed faked, but that car accident had truly and definitely cost him half his life.

His leg bone was broken, and he would be unable to leave his crutch for the rest of his life.

Seeing him holding the crutch, Shen Yijing sensed the danger; she ignored the pain, crawled over to kneel at his feet, and hugged his leg tightly, weeping, "Hongyao, how did you become like this? Who hurt you? Was it Sheng Yu?"

Sheng Hongyao's leg was still in a cast, which was inconvenient, so he lifted his other leg and kicked Shen Yijing away, gritting his teeth, "How much longer do you intend to keep up the act!"

Scolding her, he raised the crutch in his hand, intending to smash it toward Shen Yijing.

At the critical moment, Shen Yijing's expression changed; enduring the pain, she rolled away, and with a bang, Sheng Hongyao smashed the crutch onto the spot where she had just been lying.

Even while severely injured, her movements were still so agile.

Sheng Hongyao sneered, staring at her with bloodshot eyes, "Finally stopped pretending? To have a killer disguise herself for so many years—Shen Yijing, should I compliment you on your acting skills?"

Shen Yijing was expressionless, "You know."

Looking at that face, Sheng Hongyao had once been moved by her.

Her appearance, her figure, her submissiveness, and her tenderness all fit his requirements for a partner.

He had actually thought about it: once he seized all the power in Sheng Yu's hands and made it so Sheng Yu could no longer stop him from doing anything, he would marry her into the Sheng Family.

But everything she had shown was fake!

All that reliance on him, treating him as her heaven, and having her whole life revolve around him—it was all a facade!

Sheng Hongyao suddenly drew a pistol, his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes splitting with rage, "Why did you lie to me!"

"Naturally, I wanted to see your marriage with Yu Lan head toward ruin," Shen Yijing curled her lips.

Sheng Hongyao did not fully believe this.

He and Yu Lan had no affection to begin with; he had only coaxed that pampered young lady Yu Lan into his hands for the sake of using her.

There was no affection.

Unless, she wanted to accelerate his divorce from Yu Lan.

"Even now you are still lying to me!" Sheng Hongyao gripped the edge of the bed, the pitch-black muzzle of the gun pressed against her forehead, pushing hard, "Why on earth! Who is the person behind you, is it a man? What exactly is your relationship with him?"

Hearing Sheng Hongyao mention that person, Yijing's emotions became agitated, "You are not worthy of mentioning him! He is the best man in this world; a despicable and shameless person like you is not worthy of mentioning him!"

A man.

It really was a man!

When she spoke of that man, her eyes were filled with love and infatuation, a genuine outpouring of emotion she had never once shown him.

The hand Sheng Hongyao used to hold the pistol trembled incessantly, "No wonder you were not a virgin back then; you didn't get injured during exercise at all! You gave your first time to that man, didn't you? All these years, have you been secretly meeting him? You dirty, base woman!"

However, just as Sheng Hongyao was about to pull the trigger, the hospital room door was kicked open from the outside.

Sheng Yu, his entire being radiating coldness, walked in step by step, looking at the ironic scene before him—Sheng Hongyao was actually going to shoot his own woman.

He suddenly curled his lips into a smile and looked at Sheng Hongyao, "You can't take it already?"