Chapter 283: Don't Force Me to Break Your Legs

It is just a pity that Youyou's DNA Sequence is currently unstable, making it impossible to perform further verification.

To verify a conjecture in his heart.

But at the very least, once the mother-child relationship between Youyou and Ning Huaiqing is verified, that fog can finally be torn away.

In Qiao Mai's words, Youyou's DNA Sequence in the Y chromosome is simply unstable, and for now, only the X chromosome obtained from Ning Huaiqing can be verified.

Once their mother-child relationship is confirmed, the truth of that night three years ago will undergo a cataclysmic change.

The car drove into the company.

Sheng Yu had just arrived at the Chairman's Office when he received a call from Yu Weixiong.

"Those rumors have already spread to Yucheng. How long do you intend to hide that child of Ning Huaiqing's?" Yu Weixiong asked him in a worried tone.

Sheng Yu sat in the executive chair, his brows cold, "As long as they are in Jingdu City for even one day, the outside world's suspicions about them will never vanish. I intend to send them abroad to avoid the public opinion."

"Send them abroad?" Yu Weixiong was surprised.

"Mm."

Sheng Yu's fingers stroked the cartoon gray wolf ornament on the desktop, "Within these next few days."

Yu Weixiong on the other end of the line gave an 'mm', "That's fine too. There are plenty of topics of public opinion every day. As long as they go abroad for a period of time and disappear from the public eye, the trend of public opinion will change very quickly."

"That is what I think as well." Sheng Yu took a tissue to wipe the ornament.

After hanging up the phone, Sheng Yu tossed the tissue he had used to wipe the ornament into the trash can.

He looked at Situ, who was standing by his side organizing documents, "Public opinion will rise at any moment; keep an eye on it."

"Is it a ruse that you said you would send Ning Huaiqing and her child abroad?" Situ was not particularly surprised; he never doubted any of Sheng Yu's decisions.

Sheng Yu gave a cold snort: "If I send them abroad, I will never be able to clear my name for the rest of my life."

"What's more," he paused, thinking of something, and gave a self-deprecating laugh, "They won't let me have my way. In that case, I'll give them a push."

Ever since Sheng Yu left, Ning Huaiqing had been hiding in her room, not speaking, not eating, and not going near Youyou.

She did not return to the master bedroom, but instead locked herself in the guest bedroom.

Youyou could not find his mother and kept crying downstairs.

The sound of crying shattered Ning Huaiqing's heart, but she was simply unable to face the child right now.

Fortunately, the nanny later took him to the playground outside the villa to play, diverting his attention.

The villa suddenly became quiet.

Ning Huaiqing curled up on the bed, watching the play of light and shadow by the window, from morning until noon.

She thought of Sheng Yu until her heart cramped with pain; she wanted to tell him the truth, yet she could not bear to part with the only bond they had. Even if it was fake, she was willing to deceive him like this to maintain her connection with him.

She knew she was immoral; this behavior was shameful.

Youyou was innocent, and she was innocent, but shouldn't the most innocent one be Sheng Yu?

Yet she just could not bear to let go; she loved Sheng Yu too much.

She did not know how much time had passed when she heard Youyou had returned, calling for Mommy downstairs. She closed her eyes in agony, wanting to die and be done with it, but Youyou was too young.

A child who has lost their mother—what happiness could there be to speak of?

Ning Huaiqing had not eaten anything all day, and in the evening, she heard the sound of a car engine downstairs.

Before long, Youyou's milky voice came from downstairs: "Grandpa!"

Ning Huaiqing gave a mocking smile.

Sheng Hongyao was truly a pervert; Youyou was clearly his child, yet he could actually endure being called Grandpa.

Tears slid uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Ning Huaiqing turned on her side, hugging her knees and curling up in the corner of the bed.

A rhythmic 'thump-thump' sound came from the direction of the stairs; she knew it was the sound of Sheng Hongyao's cane hitting the floor.

He had come upstairs.

Sheng Hongyao glanced at the open door of the master bedroom, but did not walk over. Instead, he stopped in front of the closed guest bedroom door and reached out to turn the doorknob, but it would not open.

"Go get the key," he ordered the Bodyguard.

Soon, the Bodyguard brought the key over. Just as he was about to insert the key into the lock, Sheng Hongyao reached out, "I will do it myself. You all withdraw."

"Yes, Mr. Sheng."

The door opened, and Sheng Hongyao stood at the entrance, looking inside.

The curtains in the room were not drawn. Ning Huaiqing's slender body was curled up on the bed; she did not move upon hearing the door open, not knowing if she was asleep or simply did not want to pay him any mind.

Sheng Hongyao guessed it was likely the latter.

It made sense; having had her body taken by him three years ago, and becoming his woman again last night, she was single-mindedly hoping to marry Sheng Yu—how could she be content?

But so what? In the end, she could only be his woman.

In fact, many years ago, he had already developed a man's desire for her. She looked very pure, her personality was very gentle, and there was a kind of pitiable allure between her brows.

But at that time, he had Shen Yijing by his side. It had to be said that Shen Yijing was a woman with many schemes, which made him cast aside his desire for Ning Huaiqing.

Three years ago, she accidentally ran into the wrong room. In the dim light, she saw him and called out 'Sheng Yu'. He thought that perhaps it was destined by fate, so he went along with the mistake, ignoring her struggles and cries, and impersonated Sheng Yu to take her.

A girl who had never known a man was soul-stirring and bone-melting; he had often reminisced about it over these years, and last night, he had finally had his wish fulfilled.

Sheng Hongyao leaned on his cane and walked toward the bed step by step.

He glanced at the person on the bed with her eyes closed; she was clearly not asleep.

He chuckled and sat down, his thick palm stroking Ning Huaiqing's shoulder. She was wearing a camisole dress, and the skin on her shoulder was delicate, like a piece of mutton-fat jade, "The nanny said you haven't eaten anything all day?"

The moment his palm touched her bare shoulder, Ning Huaiqing shuddered as if electrocuted. She curled up her whole body and snapped her eyes open, her voice choked with tears: "Get out!"

"Don't forget whose place this is?" Sheng Hongyao's palm clamped down hard on her shoulder, forcing her to turn over and lie on her back.

"You saw Sheng Yu today, aren't you very sad?" Sheng Hongyao cruelly dissected the reality, "Since it is so humiliating, why don't you tell him the truth?"

He lowered his head and gently brushed the hair from her face, "Are you afraid that Sheng Yu will despise you? Or do you feel that you are too dirty and no longer worthy of him?"

"Stop talking!" Ning Huaiqing's eyes were bloodshot.

However, the next second, Sheng Hongyao pinched her chin and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The hatred and pain in her eyes made Sheng Hongyao feel very displeased; she was still thinking of Sheng Yu because they hadn't spent enough time together, and she hadn't yet realized that she was destined to be his woman.

So much so that his movements as he kissed her became fierce.

Ning Huaiqing's crying was swallowed by the man; she resisted with sobs, her fingers reaching under the pillow to grab, and she grasped a fruit knife.

The cold handle of the knife was gripped tightly in her hand, her palm dampened with sweat; at the moment she tightened her grip on the dagger to stab at Sheng Hongyao, a cold glint flashed across the blade, and Sheng Hongyao was quick-witted and fast-handed, grabbing her wrist.

With a clang, the dagger fell to the floor.

Sheng Hongyao was annoyed and lifted her face, which had turned bloodless in an instant, "You still have the strength to want to kill me; it seems my worry was unnecessary."

The afterglow of the sunset spilled in from outside the window, enveloping this beautiful villa, while Youyou played downstairs with the toy train Sheng Hongyao had just brought.

In the room on the second floor, the sound of tearing fabric cut through the air.

Ning Huaiqing covered her dress, which had been torn at the chest, and ran down from the bed, but was struck on the lower leg by Sheng Hongyao's cane.

She fell to the ground in pain, and what followed was Sheng Hongyao grabbing her ankle and dragging her back, pinning the back of her neck, and pulling her into his embrace, "Don't force me to break your legs."