Chapter 288: I Can Give You Things

Sheng Yu arrived at the Yu Family, went to Yu Weixiong's room with familiar ease, and after entering, called out to his uncle and aunt.

"A Yu is here." Sheng Yu's aunt was a quiet and gentle middle-aged woman who listened to Yu Weixiong in everything.

Yu Weixiong sat up with his wife's support, his face visibly flushed with fever; as soon as he saw Sheng Yu, he sighed, "I said it was a small matter, yet you still ran over here yourself."

"It's the weekend and I'm free, so I came to see you. Ever since I was old enough to understand things, I've rarely heard of you being unwell. Thinking that you're older now and your health surely isn't what it used to be, what did the doctor say?"

Sheng Yu walked over, and a servant immediately brought him a chair.

In the Yu Family, he was not a distant nephew, but Young Master Yu; his status was the same as the old master's own grandson, not to mention that the Yu Family's business was supported by Sheng Yu single-handedly.

Yu Weixiong took a sip of warm water, "It's just a small cold. Perhaps I was greedy for the cool air last night and turned the air conditioning too low, so I caught a chill."

"You aren't young anymore, don't you have any sense of proportion?" Sheng Yu said with displeasure.

Yu Weixiong pointed at him and smiled helplessly at his wife, "Look at him, he's even started managing his own uncle; he really has no sense of seniority."

Sheng Yu chuckled, "You manage my affairs, I manage yours; we have no sense of seniority with each other, so it counts as a fair exchange."

"I really can't win an argument with you." Yu Weixiong scolded coldly, yet others could see the doting in his attitude toward Sheng Yu.

The aunt stood up, "Has A Yu eaten dinner? I'll tell the kitchen to make you something you like."

"No need, Aunt, I've already eaten." Sheng Yu spoke up to stop her, "You go rest; it's hard on you with Uncle sick, I'm here."

Yu Weixiong had a son and a daughter, both of whom had gone abroad to study; whenever Yu Weixiong was sick, it was always his wife by his side taking care of him.

"With him here, aren't you at ease?" Yu Weixiong glanced at his wife indifferently, signaling for her to go out.

After his wife went out, Yu Weixiong heard the sound of the door closing, let out an "ouch," and beckoned to Sheng Yu, "Do you have cigarettes?"

Sheng Yu looked at him quietly, "You're like this and you still want to smoke?"

"Just like you, if I don't smoke, I go crazy." Yu Weixiong teased him.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, tapped out a cigarette, and handed it to him.

Yu Weixiong bit the cigarette and looked at the lighter Sheng Yu used to light it for him, "Why didn't you use the one Zhu Yuan gave you?"

"Can't bear to use it."

Situ, standing to the side, pursed her lips slightly.

It was clear that the lighter Miss Zhu gave him could no longer produce a flame, yet even so, Young Master Yu still wanted to protect Miss Zhu, not even letting others say anything about the things she bought.

Yu Weixiong flicked the ash, "When do you plan to send Ning Huaiqing and her son away? I hear the questioning voices outside are growing louder."

"The day after tomorrow."

Yu Weixiong nodded.

Sheng Yu stayed overnight at the Yu Family and was kept by Yu Weixiong to eat lunch before leaving.

Watching Sheng Yu's car leave the Yu Family, the smile on Yu Weixiong's face gradually faded, and he turned to walk back into the house.

His wife went up to support him, but as soon as her hand touched Yu Weixiong's arm, the man's expression turned cold instantly, and he hissed.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" His wife's expression changed drastically.

Yu Weixiong kept a cold face.

He raised his hand to touch his right arm; the fever was because when he went to Kyoto City to find Sheng Yu last time, the gunshot wound had been wrapped in airtight plastic film for too long, causing an infection.

Fortunately, Sheng Yu didn't suspect anything.

After Yu Weixiong went upstairs and returned to his room, he took a mobile phone out of the drawer by the bedside.

A few minutes later, Sheng Hongyao in Kyoto City received an anonymous text message.

Enzo was driving, Situ was sitting in the passenger seat, her fingers tapping on the keyboard of a laptop.

"Young Master Yu, your inbox does not have the email Zhu Jingyao mentioned," Situ said.

Sheng Yu, sitting in the back row, gave a faint "mm," as if he had expected it long ago.

It was true that Zhu Jingyao had left himself a way out; he knew that working for someone like Sheng Hongyao meant he couldn't walk away unscathed, so he would keep bargaining chips to save his own life.

But last night, Zhu Jingyao had deliberately told the "thug" that if he didn't perform the operation within the set time, the email would be automatically sent to his inbox.

Because Zhu Jingyao believed the "thug" was one of Sheng Hongyao's men, and when it came to Youyou's initial DNA Sequence, the person Sheng Hongyao feared most was him.

But at the same time, Zhu Jingyao was also most afraid of him knowing the truth, because then he could rightfully bring Yuanyuan back, and Zhu Jingyao would have one more competitor.

No, Zhu Jingyao didn't even have a chance to compete.

So Zhu Jingyao would not set the email to be sent to him automatically; it was purely to intimidate the so-called thug.

Locking him up for a night was just to let him calm down properly.

The car drove into the clubhouse.

Sheng Yu walked to the door of the private room where Zhu Jingyao was being held and pushed the door open to enter. Zhu Jingyao was sitting quietly on the sofa; hearing the door open, he turned his head to look at him calmly, then withdrew his gaze and leaned against the back of the sofa to close his eyes and rest.

Sheng Yu glanced at the untouched food on the coffee table in front of him, dismissed the people around him, walked in, and closed the door behind him.

He walked over slowly, sat on the sofa as well, tapped a cigarette out of the cigarette case, and lit it.

"Want one?" He placed the cigarette case on the coffee table.

Zhu Jingyao remained motionless; he was wearing casual trousers and a white shirt, looking entirely refined.

Sheng Yu sneered, "Almost forgot, you're the good man who doesn't touch cigarettes or alcohol in Yuanyuan's words."

Hearing Zhu Yuan's name, Zhu Jingyao slowly opened his eyes.

"I won't let you get your way."

Sheng Yu said in an indifferent tone, "If I can't get my way, do you think you have a chance?"

The man's fingers stiffened for a moment, clenching into a fist.

Sheng Yu flicked the ash, "When Yuanyuan mentions you, her eyes are full of reverence; her reliance on you and her defense of you make even me feel jealous."

Although, he was jealous of every man who got close to her.

"These stem from her trust in you. Whether she forgives me is one thing, but if she knew what you did to help Sheng Hongyao, given her personality, what would she do?"

"You watched her grow up, and your influence even played a part in the shaping of her personality; you should be very clear about what that stubborn temper of hers would lead her to do."

The long silence did not cause Zhu Jingyao to change his decision.

Sheng Yu stubbed out his cigarette, "If I keep you locked up any longer, the old man won't let me off; you should go back."

He stood up, his tall figure walking toward the exit, and when he reached the doorway, he stopped and said coldly, "Zhu Jingyao, don't let it end up where you can't even be her brother."

"She only has you and Grandfather left as family."

Sheng Yu's eyes were cold, and as he stepped out with his left foot, the man's displeased, deep voice suddenly came from behind him: "Is this how you manipulate Yuanyuan?"

"She is such a clever person; I'm the only one who gets manipulated by her," Sheng Yu chuckled.

Zhu Jingyao nodded, "I can give the things to you."