Chapter 275: I Am Still Very Satisfied With You

Ning Huaiqing was startled, and she hurriedly pulled her hand away as if she had been electrocuted.

However, Sheng Hongyao's fingers tightened their grip before she could move, and his dry, slightly rough fingers pinched her hand with a moderate amount of force.

Ning Huaiqing's hand was also dry, and as they rubbed against each other, the texture of Sheng Hongyao's fingers made her instinctively feel afraid.

For some reason, this tactile sensation just made her feel terror and a physiological sense of disgust.

"Uncle Sheng!"

She cried out in panic, pulling her hand away with force once more.

Sheng Hongyao gripped her hand, "What are you afraid of? You gave birth to a child for the Sheng Family, you are a great contributor. I won't drive you away, nor will I fight you for Youyou. I may have many dissatisfactions with Sheng Yu, but I am still very satisfied with you."

He reached out his hand, like a benevolent elder, and tucked a strand of her fallen hair behind her ear, "Stay in Kyoto City with peace of mind; if you have any matters, you can tell me."

As he spoke, he shoved a business card into her hand, "You probably don't have my phone number."

Ning Huaiqing's hand remained held by him, which made her completely unable to think normally.

She pulled her hand out with force, stood up quickly, and took two steps back, "Uncle Sheng, I am very happy that you like Youyou, and you are welcome to come see him at any time."

She deliberately avoided mentioning his words about being very satisfied with her.

She always felt that this statement made her feel uncomfortable.

Sheng Hongyao looked at her wariness and her expression of keeping people at a distance, and only gave a faint smile, "Good."

He stood up leaning on his cane, glanced around once more, said nothing else, placed that black gold card on the coffee table, and then left.

Although Ning Huaiqing felt dissatisfied with his behavior just now, she thought that he was, after all, Sheng Yu's father and an elder, so the proper etiquette could not be neglected.

She endured her discomfort and saw Sheng Hongyao to the elevator entrance, "Uncle Sheng, take care."

Sheng Hongyao walked into the elevator and turned to look at her. As she turned away, his gaze landed on her well-proportioned back, and he curled the corners of his mouth with deep meaning.

That evening, the doorbell at Ning Huaiqing's home rang again.

The nanny was stunned when she saw the bodyguards outside the door, and she was so frightened that she immediately called for Ning Huaiqing.

"Miss Ning!"

Ning Huaiqing walked over; compared to the nanny's panic, she was much calmer. As a wealthy daughter raised in the lap of luxury since childhood, her presence was imposing, "Who are you?"

The lead bodyguard said respectfully, "Miss Ning, we were sent by Mr. Sheng to take you and the young master to a new residence."

"A new residence?" Ning Huaiqing asked, puzzled; Sheng Hongyao had not notified her beforehand.

"Yes, Mr. Sheng has purchased a villa for you and the young master in the Sheng Rong Villa District. It has already been prepared, just waiting for you and the young master to move in."

As they spoke, they were about to enter the house.

"Wait a moment." Ning Huaiqing turned and went back into the house.

She picked up her phone, walked to the coffee table, took the business card Sheng Hongyao had given her, and dialed his phone number.

Before long, the call connected.

"Uncle Sheng, Youyou and I are living quite well here; there is no need to go to any new place to live."

On the other end of the line, Sheng Hongyao said in a rich, mellow voice, "Youyou is of the Sheng Family bloodline; such a small house is not worthy of him."

If this were said out loud, it would likely provoke protests from many people.

A large flat of several hundred square meters, and he actually called it a small house?

But come to think of it, in front of the Sheng Family, saying so was not an exaggeration.

After all, the Sheng Family Old Residence covered an area of nearly ten thousand square meters.

"Thank you, Uncle Sheng, for your affection for Youyou, but I feel that we are used to living in this place and do not want to move."

"Move you must, whether you want to or not." Sheng Hongyao dismissed her thought of not wanting to move, "Everything regarding you and Youyou is for me to decide."

Ning Huaiqing wanted to say something more, but the call on the other end was hung up.

She gripped her phone tightly and glanced at Youyou, who was playing with a small dinosaur doll, while several bodyguards stood at the door.

Sheng Hongyao's words still echoed in her ears, allowing no room for her to refuse.

Ning Huaiqing sighed in compromise, "Auntie, please pack up Youyou's things."

While the nanny went to pack for Youyou, Ning Huaiqing returned to her room, took out her phone, and skillfully dialed eleven digits.

However, the other end of the line indicated that the party was currently on a call.

After trying a few times, Ning Huaiqing realized that she might have been blocked by Sheng Yu.

Unable to reach Sheng Yu, she called Yuan Fengye instead, "Fengye, is Yu Ge with you?"

On the other end of the line, Yuan Fengye glanced at the man sitting beside him, who was leaning against the back of the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers, his whole body exuding a coldness that kept strangers at bay, "No, is something the matter?"

Ning Huaiqing roughly guessed that the two-second pause from Yuan Fengye was because Sheng Yu was right beside him.

Yuan Fengye was lying because he did not want to offend Sheng Yu.

And she had already been blacklisted in Sheng Yu's circle; no one would speak up for her.

Ning Huaiqing felt a chill in her heart, "Sheng Hongyao wants to take Youyou and me to live in another place. I feel I should tell him. If you see Yu Ge, please tell him for me; I'm afraid Sheng Hongyao might do something detrimental to him."

Yuan Fengye couldn't help but frown upon hearing the last sentence.

Even now, she was only concerned about Yu Ge's safety; he didn't know whether to call her devoted or foolish.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Fengye told Sheng Yu what Ning Huaiqing had asked him to convey.

"Yu Ge, what does that old fogey want to do now?"

Ever since Sheng Yu and Sheng Hongyao had completely broken ties, Yuan Fengye's way of addressing Sheng Hongyao had gone directly from using his full name to calling him an "old fogey," without any ambiguity.

Sheng Yu flicked the ash from his cigarette. Because of the changing lights in the private room, he fell into a patch of intersecting shadows, the look in his eyes dark and unclear, "He went to find Ning Huaiqing?"

Yuan Fengye nodded.

Sheng Yu took a drag of his cigarette.

"He even purchased property for Ning Huaiqing and that child?" Qi Jing raised his eyes to look over, "Is he preparing to accept this grandson?"

"I think that old fogey just wants to disgust Yu Ge. Whatever Yu Ge wants, he insists on doing the opposite; what Yu Ge doesn't want to acknowledge, he is suddenly being proactive about. He's clearly sick."

Sheng Yu did not speak, picking up the wine glass on the table.

The light fell on the back of his hand, covered in bruises of various sizes left from hitting the sandbag at the gym early that morning.

At first, Yuan Fengye thought he had gone to fight Pei Ling again, but later, after hearing Enzo talk about it, he realized he had just been treating the sandbag like Pei Ling and beating it up.

When had his illustrious Yu Ge ever suffered such grievances?

But he did not dare to ask.

"Help me keep an eye on Sheng Hongyao tomorrow."

Sheng Yu took a sip of wine, "I have business and won't be in Kyoto City."

Yuan Fengye was stunned for a moment; tomorrow was Monday.

"A business trip?" Keeping an eye on Sheng Hongyao was definitely no problem, but Yuan Fengye was just curious.

Sheng Yu neither said yes nor no, set the wine glass down, and stood up to walk outside.

He left only a tall back behind for Yuan Fengye, Qi Jing, and the others.

Inexplicably, watching his back, Yuan Fengye saw a trace of loneliness.

The cold wind whistled, and the snow fell even more heavily, burying the traces of the carriage wheels in an instant.