Chapter 269: Not Letting Her Be Suspicious

Late at night, in a hotel room.

The man unbuttons his black shirt, carefully pulls down the sleeve to reveal a piece of prosthetic skin on his arm, and tears it open to reveal gauze soaked through with blood underneath.

Because it had been tightly wrapped by the prosthetic skin for a long time, the gauze had already adhered to the wound.

He gritted his teeth and sat on the sofa, letting his subordinate cut away the gauze stuck to the wound.

"Sir, you really didn't need to come to Jingdu City yourself."

The floor lamp turned on, revealing the face of a middle-aged man—it was Yu Weixiong, who had parted ways with Sheng Yu not long ago.

"Everything in the Yu Family is under his control, including my business trip today; he knows about it. If I didn't come, it would make people suspicious."

"But," the Bodyguard tossed the bloody gauze into the trash can, "didn't you successfully shift Sheng Yu's suspicion onto Sheng Hongwei?"

"Sheng Yu's shrewdness is above mine; I am not sure if he truly believes it or is just pretending."

Yu Weixiong took a sip of strong liquor. Only after the liquor burned down his throat did he feel the wound on his arm hurt a little less.

"Sir, regarding the death of Yijing, are we going to take revenge?"

Hearing his subordinate mention Shen Yijing, there was not a ripple in Yu Weixiong's eyes, as if he had heard the name of a stranger.

He sneered coldly, "A useless person, dead is dead."

"As for revenge, I have a more important matter for you to handle now."

He turned his head to look at the Bodyguard.

"Sheng Yu has already guessed that he was drugged. If he finds out what kind of Medicine it was, he will easily suspect me. Find an opportunity to go to the hospital and take the blood sample."

"In two days, don't act today; it will arouse his suspicion."

He knew Shen Yijing would keep the secret; she would take the matter of that child from years ago to her grave. Sheng Yu must have truly remembered something.

If Sheng Yu knows what kind of Medicine he was given and finds the corresponding antidote, then he will remember even more things.

He will also know that his first episode was because he saw something in his room—or rather, he saw a piece of evidence and learned the truth about Yu Lan's death.

"Wait."

Yu Weixiong narrowed his eyes, a plan forming, "We don't need to do it ourselves."

Naturally, there are others who care just as much as he does about whether Sheng Yu will remember everything.

For example, three years ago.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday again.

Every Monday, Zhu Yuan would go to the Ancient Street in Licheng to stroll around, buy things, and eat something delicious, taking advantage of the fact that her belly wasn't showing much yet to travel freely.

Why choose Monday?

Because the Ancient Street is most crowded on the two weekend days, while foot traffic is lowest on Monday.

Someone as clever and sharp as her would, of course, choose the best time to go out.

Unlike strolling near her home, once she was two kilometers outside the small courtyard, two bodyguards would follow her while keeping their distance, and behind them were even more bodyguards hidden in the crowd.

At first, she wasn't used to it and felt bad about troubling them, so she simply stopped going out.

It was Pei Ling who said that she could go wherever she wanted, and if she restricted her own movements because she didn't want to trouble them, he would immediately fire them, blacklist them, and make sure they could never find work again.

"Miss Zhu, what would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you." A Bodyguard walked to her side.

Zhu Yuan wore a mask, her voice muffled, "It's fine, I'll just stroll around myself. When it's time to eat, you all should eat whatever you want; don't go hungry because of me."

The Bodyguard kept a serious face, "Second Master said we cannot let you leave our line of sight."

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't eat."

Zhu Yuan walked forward, and the Bodyguard pretended to be a pedestrian, following step by step.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuan stopped, her gaze drawn to the scene before her.

A sign hung at the entrance of a soybean paste noodles shop ahead, stating that the shop had released several new items.

What kind of tricks could they play with soybean paste noodles?

Zhu Yuan rubbed her belly.

She hadn't eaten soybean paste noodles in a long time.

Thinking that the soybean paste noodles outside weren't as good as Grandpa's, nor as good as... the ones he made, she had passed this shop several times but had never once gone in to eat.

Since there were new items, she wanted to try them so she could chat with Grandpa about it later.

She lowered her head and quickly sent a message to the bodyguards on her phone: I'm going in to eat soybean paste noodles. Those of you who want to eat, come with me, but we will walk separately.

After sending the message, Zhu Yuan walked inside.

There were few people on a Monday, so even though it was lunchtime, there weren't many people in the soybean paste noodles shop at the moment.

Zhu Yuan walked to the counter and looked at the menu board.

They said there were new items, but it didn't seem like there was anything particularly fancy.

But since she was already here, she might as well eat a bowl before leaving.

"Boss, I'd like an order of chicken breast soybean paste noodles."

This was a kind Grandpa often made for her: stir-fried minced meat sauce, topped with refreshing cucumber shreds—it was perfect for summer.

The landlady smiled and said, "Alright, please wait a moment."

Zhu Yuan found a seat in the corner and signaled with her eyes for the approaching Bodyguard not to move; she could handle it herself.

Then she pulled out two napkins to wipe the table, then wiped the chair.

Not long after she sat down, the landlady brought over a bowl of soybean paste noodles and a glass of plum juice.

"This is a complimentary drink from the shop, please enjoy."

Zhu Yuan's large eyes above her mask curved like crescent moons as she smiled, "Thank you."

After the landlady left, she pulled her mask down to her chin and began to eat the noodles.

Taking her first bite, her eyes lit up.

This taste, while a bit worse than what Grandpa makes, isn't bad at all.

It's just that the minced meat sauce is a bit too sweet, and the chicken breast was stir-fried until it was dry.

Other than that, there's nothing to find fault with.

Zhu Yuan picked up her cup and took a sip of sour plum soup; having a drink like this in the middle of summer is just too comfortable.

She narrowed her eyes contentedly.

The kitchen and the shop are separated by a split curtain.

On the other side of the curtain, a tall and upright man wearing a mask watched the woman, who was as lazy as a little kitten, quietly, his cold and aloof brows and eyes gradually softening.

Little foodie.

After finishing her meal, Zhu Yuan stood up, and the proprietress walked over to collect the bowl, "Young lady, how was the taste of our shop's soybean paste noodles? Could you give me some feedback? I was originally going to make a new product, but I was afraid of failure, so I thought it might be better to improve the existing menu."

So that was it.

Zhu Yuan thought for a moment and answered truthfully, "Everything else is quite good, especially your sour plum soup; it's truly delicious. It's just that for my portion of chicken breast soybean paste noodles, the taste of the minced meat sauce was a bit too sweet; if it were a little less sweet, it would be perfect. However, this is just my personal taste and doesn't represent others, so you can use it as a reference."

"Oh my!" The proprietress beamed from ear to ear, "Your feedback is so valuable to us, thank you."

Being able to eat soybean paste noodles that suited her taste, Zhu Yuan felt it was fate, and she said with a smile, "Then I'll come back to try them again next time."

At other tables in the shop, the Bodyguards who had just put down their bowls and chopsticks were puzzled.

Are there really no other problems?

For instance, the bowl of noodles he had was so salty it was bitter.

Another person's noodles were so sour it made their teeth soft.

And someone else's noodles had turned into a clump.

After Zhu Yuan left, the proprietress poked her head out to take a look, then hurried back to the kitchen.

She saw the refined and noble man standing behind the curtain and said respectfully, "That young lady said the taste of the minced meat sauce was a bit too sweet."

The man gave a hum.

The lips beneath the mask curled up slightly.

How could he not know her taste?

He had intentionally made it taste a bit sweet and stir-fried the minced meat for a little longer, all so that she wouldn't be suspicious.