Chapter 313: A Yu, My Good Nephew

When Qiao Mai arrived outside the intensive care unit, Yu Weixiong did not know who he was talking to on the phone; seeing him approach, he hung up.

He walked over hurriedly, "Doctor Qiao, how is A Yu's condition? Are there any signs of him waking up?"

The worried look on Yu Weixiong's face did not look faked at all.

It was no wonder Sheng Yu hadn't noticed; even though Qiao Mai had lived for nearly fifty years, he couldn't see through the true face of this old fox.

If he hadn't already known what kind of person Yu Weixiong was, he absolutely would have been deceived by him.

Qiao Mai, wearing a mask, shook his head and said heavily, "Young Master Yu still hasn't woken up, but his condition is considered stable; perhaps he will wake up before long."

Yu Weixiong looked much more haggard, and the outside world all said that this uncle of his was more reliable than Sheng Yu's own biological father.

"I want to go in and see him. You also said A Yu's condition is stable, and isn't there an hour of visiting time in the intensive care unit every day? Doctor Qiao, let me go in and see A Yu; perhaps if I talk to him, he will wake up."

Just as Qiao Mai was about to say something, Enzo, not far away, nodded slightly at him.

He was startled and subconsciously looked toward the direction of the ward, his heartbeat accelerating.

Yu Weixiong thought he still had reservations and said again, "I haven't seen him for a day, and I feel uneasy in my heart. I dreamed of his mother last night, and I feel guilty; it was I who didn't protect him well."

"I can understand your feelings." Like hell you can!

Qiao Mai added silently in his heart. He pondered for a few seconds and said, "How about this, you may go in to see Young Master Yu, but the time cannot be too long."

A flash of sharp light crossed Yu Weixiong's eyes, "Good, thank you so much, Doctor Qiao."

I'm the one who should be thanking your ancestors for eighteen generations...

Qiao Mai had just cursed in his heart, but then he thought, even if Yu Weixiong was an illegitimate child of the Yu Family, the blood flowing in his body was still that of the Yu Family, and his ancestors for eighteen generations were also Young Master Yu's ancestors.

Can't curse them.

Personally taking Yu Weixiong to undergo sterilization and putting on an isolation gown, Qiao Mai then led Yu Weixiong into the intensive care unit.

The expression on Yu Weixiong's face behind the mask was icy cold.

Five days had passed since that explosion, and Sheng Yu, lying in the ICU, remained a ticking time bomb in Yu Weixiong's heart.

What he had originally envisioned was for the father and son, Sheng Yu and Sheng Hongyao, to fight each other to the death, while he sat back and reaped the benefits.

That Sheng Hongyao, who was always high and mighty and looked down on him, had finally died.

Ning Huaiqing's two shots hadn't managed to kill him, but he died in that explosion; it was too easy on him.

But at least he was dead.

The last person in this world who mocked him was also dead.

Now Sheng Hongwei was serving as the interim Chairman of the Sheng Group, but he didn't know that he had secretly meddled; when the stock market opened tomorrow, Sheng Hongwei would be held criminally liable for the crime of manipulating the securities market.

In this way, the Sheng Group would develop a huge loophole, which was the perfect time for him to strike.

Whatever business partners, whatever intimate lovers, they were all just pawns for him to use.

The Sheng Corporation had been built up by Sheng Hongyao and his son, and the power behind the scenes of the Yu Family was Sheng Yu.

He had bided his time for so many years, meticulously planning one misunderstanding after another, and finally waited for this day.

Now Sheng Hongyao was dead, and Sheng Yu was in a coma.

With such a good opportunity, he would not let Sheng Yu wake up again.

"A Yu."

Yu Weixiong walked quickly to the side of the hospital bed, looking at Sheng Yu, who was covered in tubes; his eyes were red, but the corners of his mouth under the mask curled into a mocking arc.

It really was Sheng Yu!

The day Qiao Mai handed him Sheng Yu's precious cufflinks, it had already dispelled the doubts in his heart.

But this timing was too important for him.

He could not allow a single loophole to appear.

After these few days passed, he couldn't help but doubt again whether the person lying on the hospital bed was really Sheng Yu.

He had to come and see for himself.

Now he could be one hundred percent certain that this person was Sheng Yu.

A face could be disguised, but the details on the body could not be disguised perfectly.

Sheng Yu had a small brown mole on his earlobe, a scar from a gunshot wound on his chest, and a small diamond-shaped birthmark on his waist.

Most importantly, the thin lips that resembled Yu Lan's; that slightly upturned arc was exactly the same as Yu Lan's.

He reached out and gripped Sheng Yu's hand tightly.

Sheng Yu's fingertips were clipped with a pulse oximeter; the cold touch made Yu Weixiong's heart grow even colder and harder.

"Now the Sheng Group has your second uncle keeping watch, and the Yu Family has me looking after it; you rest well and wake up early."

The hand he gripped tightly had a normal temperature, yet it remained completely motionless.

He had hidden a very thin needle between his fingers; when he pricked it in, Sheng Yu's hand showed no reaction at all.

A sharp pain without warning—as long as a person was conscious, even in a sleep state, they would have an instinctive reaction.

No one could resist instinct.

Sheng Yu was truly in a coma.

Yu Weixiong withdrew the hand that had hidden the needle and sighed lightly; even so, there would still be a day when Sheng Yu woke up.

This young man was too smart.

Even if the Yu Family and the Shengshi Financial Group were under his control, as long as Sheng Yu was still alive, he could not sleep soundly.

Sheng Yu had to die.

But considering the many achievements he had made for the Yu Family and the growth of the Sheng Family over these years, he would give him a quick end and let him leave this world quietly.

Yu Weixiong looked at the unconscious young man with pity.

A Yu, my good nephew.

Hah.

If you want to blame someone, blame the fact that you are the son of Sheng Hongyao and Yu Lan.

If you want to blame someone, blame your grandfather for being biased; at first, he wanted Yu Lan to inherit the Yu Family, and later, after Yu Lan died, he wanted to hand the Yu Family over to you.

"Doctor Qiao, I have a few intimate words I would like to say to A Yu; could you wait for me at the door?" Yu Weixiong asked Qiao Mai in a pleading tone, his eyes red.

Qiao Mai nodded, "Very well, Mr. Yu, please do not take too long."

Yu Weixiong nodded.

After Qiao Mai turned and walked toward the door, Yu Weixiong sat by the hospital bed and gently patted the back of Sheng Yu's hand.

"You are much luckier than I am. You have been doted on since you were small; Yu Lan loved you, and the old man loved you, unlike me—an unwanted illegitimate son."

"Yu Lan was humiliated by kidnappers and, fearing you would be traumatized, she swallowed her pride; when I saw that scene on the screen, even I couldn't help but be moved. She is not like my mother, who could abandon me for a large sum of money given to her by the old man."

"Yu Lan was a good mother, but it is a pity she stood in my way; if that big fire had burned you to death as well, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble. You really are quite hard to kill."

"It is a pity that this time, you will never have the chance to wake up again."

Yu Weixiong sneered.

Before entering the intensive care unit, all the accessories on his person had been left outside; there was nowhere to hide anything.

But before coming to the hospital, he had already made foolproof preparations.

He had deliberately created the illusion of an injury on the back of his hand and applied a bandage; on one side of the adhesive surface, he had hidden a pill.

"It won't hurt; in two days, he will quietly leave this world."

Yu Weixiong stared coldly at Sheng Yu with his bloodshot eyes, one hand pinching his jaw while the other held the pill.

"You can finally be reunited with your mother and grandfather; A Yu, you should be very happy, right?"

"I am quite happy, but I am afraid you won't be."

Suddenly, a powerful hand clamped onto his wrist and twisted it with force; the pill flew and landed on the floor!

Yu Weixiong's entire body stiffened as he suddenly met a pair of pitch-black, deep eyes.

Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he simply said indifferently, "Since that is the case, then please proceed."