Chapter 315: We Are Going Home

The woman he loves!

His son!

Yu Weixiong's pupils dilated, his blood-stained lips trembling, "What did you say?"

He had found Zhu Yuan!

The child in Zhu Yuan's womb had not been aborted!

So Sheng Yu had found Zhu Yuan long ago; the new hair tie on his wrist, his arrogant manner that made him wish the whole world knew—the hair tie was given to him by Zhu Yuan.

That meant Zhu Yuan had forgiven him, and they had reconciled.

How could this be!

How could Sheng Yu, who flowed with the blood of the Sheng Family and the Yu Family, be allowed to find happiness?

To have the woman he loves and a child.

He also had a wife and children, but they were not whom he loved; the old master had arranged his marriage, and he had accepted it step by step; that woman did not love him sincerely, only wanting the Yu Family's wealth to ensure her own family's prosperity.

From beginning to end, no one had ever loved him.

Yu Lan did not love him either, otherwise, why would she have married Sheng Hongyao, who was high and mighty and looked down on him everywhere?

Did Shen Yijing love him?

That woman...

Yu Weixiong suddenly laughed, but the next second his chest shuddered violently, and a mouthful of dark red blood sprayed from his mouth onto the floor!

Everything happened too suddenly; Yu Weixiong spat out several mouthfuls of blood in succession, his whole body curling up on the ground and convulsing.

It did not look like it was caused by extreme anger.

Sheng Yu's expression turned stern, "Qiao Mai!"

Qiao Mai hurriedly rushed to Yu Weixiong's side with his men; he grabbed Yu Weixiong's wrist, pressing his fingertips against it, and when he sensed something, his expression changed.

"Young Master Yu, he has been poisoned!"

"Save me..." Yu Weixiong's mouth was full of blood as he reached out toward Sheng Yu.

But Sheng Yu looked at him with a cold expression, unmoved, maintaining his high and mighty posture as if he were looking at a filthy bug.

He did not want to die; he had to live!

Yu Weixiong struggled to crawl toward Sheng Yu, but more and more blood gushed from his throat; he persisted, his fingers spasming as he gripped the floor, crawling with difficulty.

Sheng Yu narrowed his eyes.

This poison was clearly not administered by himself; with such a strong desire to survive, he wouldn't even dare to put poison on the silver needles tucked between his fingers for fear of accidentally harming himself.

But who would have poisoned Yu Weixiong?

Sheng Hongwei did not have that kind of ability.

Yu Weixiong was very careful with his diet; his wife had been tamed into an obedient puppet, to the point of being completely submissive.

Who could it be?

Yu Weixiong could not crawl any further after only two steps; his consciousness blurred, and he still muttered in his mouth, "Save me... save me..."

But he did not know that he was already beyond saving.

Qiao Mai did not even need to perform emergency treatment, because it was no longer necessary.

Beside him was the doctor in the hospital most proficient in the study of medicinal properties; he looked at Yu Weixiong's symptoms—full-body convulsions, continuous vomiting of blood, chest tremors, and red blood spots appearing under the skin.

This poison...

"It is aconitine poisoning. Looking at his condition, it should be chronic poisoning caused by long-term small-dose ingestion. It could have been treated, but unfortunately, the toxin remained latent in his body, only to erupt due to his extreme anger."

Yu Weixiong collapsed in a pool of blood.

Aconitine...

He had little exposure to traditional Chinese medicine, but he had heard of aconitine; Sichuan aconite contained this ingredient.

This herb, Sichuan aconite, was rarely heard of in Jingdu City because its origin was in the south, and Yucheng had it.

It was planted in the garden of the villa he had bought for Shen Yijing.

Years ago, after Shen Yijing had a miscarriage, she was blood-deficient and her health was always poor; she suffered from cold-induced abdominal pain, and every time her period came, she would have unbearable pain and cold limbs; she said she had seen a famous Chinese medicine doctor who told her to eat some Sichuan aconite, so he had people plant some in the courtyard of her villa.

Every year from June to August, she would have people dig it up and send it to her; she liked to dry and process it herself.

No wonder her abdominal pain had not improved much over all these years.

Because she had not used it as medicine; all that Sichuan aconite had been used by her to extract aconitine.

She had actually poisoned him!

The only mercy he had shown her had become the knife that would kill him later!

Yu Weixiong gritted his teeth, "Bitch... bitch!"

It seemed he knew who had poisoned him.

Sheng Yu watched his gnashing, resentful expression; there was no need to ask—it was someone completely beyond his expectations.

That would be Shen Yijing.

He sneered, "You treated her as a pawn; she would not have betrayed you, yet she wanted to prove her position in your heart. If you had truly tried to save her back then, with her infatuation, she would definitely have let you treat the poison, but unfortunately, you never had any sincerity toward her."

Sheng Yu's complex gaze turned icy.

"It was your cruelty that harmed yourself."

Yu Weixiong's pupils had already begun to dilate; he seemed to hear Sheng Yu's words, yet he also seemed unable to hear them clearly; in his ears was a woman's voice.

It seemed to be from many years ago, the woman's voice still sounding very young.

—I don't want to be another man's woman, I am only yours; Awei, don't make me go, okay?

—I will definitely help you get everything you want; when the time comes, you will marry me in glory, right?

—Awei, do you really love me?

Foolish woman.

If he truly loved her, would he have sent her to Sheng Hongyao's side?

If he truly loved her, would he still use their child as a tool?

He never loved her.

Yu Weixiong's body gradually stopped twitching, his frame bent at an inconceivable angle, becoming rigid until he was motionless, the corneas of his eyes turning cloudy.

Qiao Mai knelt beside Yu Weixiong with a grave expression and felt his carotid artery.

He looked back at Sheng Yu and shook his head.

Sheng Yu stood where he was, his hands hanging at his sides slowly clenching into fists, clenching until his palms were a bloody mess.

His tall, upright figure was like a lonely shadow standing in the darkness.

"Notify the Yu Family."

He slowly turned and walked out of the intensive care unit.

The swarming Bodyguards retreated to both sides.

Sheng Yu strode forward with his long legs, walking out step by step.

The heavy doors of the intensive care unit swung open to both sides, and a large amount of fresh air rushed in instantly, accelerating the dispersal of the bloody scent inside.

The man's footsteps came to a halt.

Shen Yijing was dead.

Sheng Hongyao was dead.

Yu Weixiong was also dead.

The burden on his shoulders seemed to be lifted all at once; so this is what it felt like to be completely unburdened.

Such emptiness.

Enzo watched his back, instinctively wanting to follow him.

Just at this moment—

"Sheng Yu!"

A clear, beautiful voice rang out from the direction of the elevator, piercing the air like a bullet striking Sheng Yu's heart.

Sheng Yu's lowered eyes startled.

As he looked up, a pale purple figure walked quickly toward him; the moment that hem of her skirt brushed against his suit trousers, there was warmth in his arms, and his empty heart was filled.

"I brought the baby to find you, Sheng Yu." Zhu Yuan hugged Sheng Yu tightly, her eyes filled with hot tears, her face buried in his chest, "Let's go home."