Chapter 273: The Bloodline of the Sheng Family

The first year after his mother passed away, Sheng Yu was twelve years old; that same summer, only three months after his mother had left, Sheng Hongyao bought a small island for Shen Yijing.

He charged into the place where Shen Yijing lived with a knife as if he had gone mad; although he had already grown to one meter seven by that time, he was only twelve after all, and he was jointly intercepted by Sheng Hongyao's Bodyguards, and later had his leg broken by Sheng Hongyao.

Sheng Hongyao strictly forbade anyone from treating his leg injury and kept him in solitary confinement for a full two months; later, the bone in that leg grew crooked, so the bone had to be broken again and reset.

Even when his maternal grandfather sent people to Kyoto City to pick him up, they were blocked by Sheng Hongyao; at that time, the power of the Yu Family was far from what it used to be.

But at that time, Sheng Yu knew he was clear-headed; he knew what he was doing and was not having an episode.

Ever since the day his mother met with her accident, he had been in a daze; on the night he was kidnapped, some images tore at his nerves, and he seemed unable to distinguish between reality and nightmares.

And on the night of Qi Qi's birthday, when Sheng Hongyao announced the truth of his mother's death to the media, the two words "humiliated and violated" were like a sharp blade piercing his chest, slicing open his flesh and blood.

He had never told Zhu Yuan about those details; it was not that he was unwilling to mention them, but that after seeing such scenes back then, he was so stimulated that his body activated a protective mechanism, and his brain forgot those images.

Yet because of Sheng Hongyao's words, they were triggered.

So much so that he went completely insane and even hurt Zhu Yuan.

He remembered that his first episode occurred in Yucheng.

From that time on, every time after he had an episode, he would not remember what had happened during the time he was ill.

Then the key to the problem lies in why he had his first episode in the first place?

But he could guess that it might be related to his mother's death.

Could his mother's death be related to that person?

Sheng Yu's gaze paused, and a chilling coldness emerged from the depths of his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that on the night he and his mother were kidnapped, Sheng Hongyao was accompanying Shen Yijing.

Was it a coincidence or was it arranged?

"Young Master Yu, please get some good rest first," Situ said with concern when he saw that his expression was not right.

A problem that had never been deeply investigated before could not be unraveled for clues in an instant.

Moreover, Sheng Yu's condition could not be pushed too far.

Recalling the events of the past, the constantly fracturing images tore through his mind; Sheng Yu was very clear that his sanity had reached its limit.

He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose; the moment a wave of fatigue surged into his heart, he missed one person particularly dearly.

"Is the one surnamed Pei in Kyoto City?"

Situ replied, "He is not in Kyoto City."

Although the people sent out had been monitoring Pei Ling and knew he was not in Kyoto City, they did not know where he had gone.

Every time Pei Ling left Kyoto City, it was without anyone knowing.

Just like the two times Sheng Yu left Kyoto City without taking anyone with him, it was the same, without anyone knowing.

Since Sheng Yu had left a message for him back then saying he was going to find Zhu Yuan, it meant he already knew where Zhu Yuan was.

And with Pei Ling absent, Sheng Yu could likely guess where he had gone.

Sure enough, when he said Pei Ling was not in Kyoto City, Sheng Yu's expression turned cold abruptly.

At the thought that the phone case used by the one surnamed Pei was the same couple-style as Yuanyuan's, and that phone case and the charm were gifts from his beloved.

They were gifts from Yuanyuan.

In these few months, how many things had she given to the one surnamed Pei?

At the thought of these things, Sheng Yu threw his coffee cup and stood up manically; seeing the scratches on his wrists, he quickly calmed down again.

Sheng Yu suppressed his anger, but in the end, he could not help but think of Zhu Yuan and Pei Ling; he turned around and strode out.

"Young Master Yu!" Situ was worried that something might happen to him and hurriedly followed.

He ran into Enzo, who was coming in from outside the door, and the two followed Sheng Yu simultaneously.

Sheng Yu walked into the gym with his long legs, and before long, the sound of hitting a punching bag came from inside.

When they chased inside, they saw at a glance that Sheng Yu was bare-handed, not even wearing gloves, and was pummeling the suspended punching bag with a cold, stern face.

Situ suddenly felt that he should stick the name of Second Master Pei onto that punching bag.

……

Under the eaves dripping with rain, Sheng Hongyao waited until dawn, finally waiting for the Bodyguard to return.

"Mr. Sheng, that blood sample has been destroyed."

Sheng Hongyao breathed heavily, his tense expression slowly relaxing; he sat in his wheelchair and lit a cigarette, "Has there been any movement from the hospital?"

The Bodyguard shook his head.

The man snorted coldly and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Two days ago, he had suddenly received an anonymous text message.

【If you don't want the truth from three years ago to be known by Sheng Yu, go to the hospital and take away his blood sample early; otherwise, when Sheng Yu remembers everything, your plan will fall through.】

Seeing that the text message mentioned three years ago, Sheng Hongyao's mind immediately locked onto that incident.

Who was the person who sent him the message?

Why did the other party also know about what happened three years ago?

And why was the other party so certain that Sheng Yu would remember everything from back then? Didn't Sheng Yu forget what happened every time he had an episode?

With such a certain tone, it meant that Sheng Yu forgetting those things was not because of his illness, but was caused by human intervention.

Blood sample……

Could it be that Sheng Yu had been drugged?

Thinking of this possibility, Sheng Hongyao brought the cigarette to his lips and took a fierce drag.

That night three years ago was truly a beautiful misunderstanding caused by a twist of fate.

Since Sheng Hongwei was Shen Yijing's lover, then Shen Yijing would know about that matter, and Sheng Hongwei must know too; unfortunately, Jingshan Bieyuan was filled with Sheng Yu's people inside and out, so he could not see Sheng Hongwei, nor could he obtain confirmation.

Sheng Hongwei was imprisoned at home by Sheng Yu, and his every move was being monitored, so that text message could not have been sent by Sheng Hongwei.

The matter he thought was seamless was actually known to others, which made Sheng Hongyao feel a trace of unease.

"Prepare the car," Sheng Hongyao said, stubbing out his cigarette.

Five minutes later, the black sedan drove out of the Sheng Family Old Residence.

After a night of heavy rain, the entire city had been washed clean, as if without a speck of dust.

The car tires rolled over puddles on the ground, splashing up patches of glistening water.

Eventually, the car drove into a high-end residential complex.

Sheng Hongyao got out of the car leaning on a cane, his brows and eyes carrying a coldness similar to Sheng Yu's.

If not for the slightly graying temples that exposed his true age, he did not look old; instead, the traces of time had drawn strokes of maturity and steadiness on his face, and he remained extraordinarily handsome.

Stepping out of the elevator, he stood outside a door and raised his hand to press the doorbell.

Before long, the door opened, and the woman standing inside froze for a moment, looking at the middle-aged man leaning on a cane at the doorway in disbelief.

"Uncle Sheng, why are you here?"

Sheng Hongyao's expression was calm; he lowered his head to glance at the boy held in Ning Huaiqing's arms, a flash of obscure light passing through the depths of his eyes.

"Is he Youyou, the bloodline of the Sheng Family?"

The cold wind whistled through the cracks in the window, carrying with it the faint, lingering scent of snow.