Chapter 322: The Grand Finale (Part Two)

The Pei Family has fallen.

The overwhelming news seemed as if it would drown Kyoto City.

All of the Pei Family's businesses are under investigation, including the Beijing Drama Theater.

Except for Zhu Yuan, all actors and staff must cooperate with the investigation.

"The Madam's salary accounts were long ago cleaned up by Second Master Pei; there isn't a single issue," Situ reported to Sheng Yu.

As for the others' salaries, there are no major problems, they just need to cooperate with the police investigation and make a trip to the police station.

And Zhu Yuan will not be affected by these troublesome matters in the slightest.

Sheng Yu stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression inscrutable, as if Zhu Yuan's voice were lingering in his ears.

"Yu Ge, we must find a way to protect him; Pei Ling cannot go to jail."

Pei Ling is his benefactor and a rare opponent in this world; of course, he will not let Pei Ling go to jail, and even less will he let Pei Ling, who was locked in a dog cage since childhood, end up dying in a prison cell.

He turned to look at Situ, but at this moment, Situ's phone rang.

The call was from the person watching the police station.

"Tu Ge, Second Master Pei's illness has flared up..."

In the dead of night, an ambulance drove away from the municipal bureau, its long siren wailing through the streets of Kyoto City as it sped toward Shengjia Yiyuan.

Qiao Mai directed calmly, prepared to stake everything on one throw!

He looked back at Zhu Jingyao, who had just come out of the laboratory, and nodded solemnly.

And Zhu Jingyao had not forgotten: Genetic Engineering has always had the purpose of curing illnesses and saving lives.

That night, a heavy snow fell in Kyoto City; overnight, the entire city was covered in ice and snow, with the white, snowy expanse stretching far into the distance.

Winter passed and spring came.

Hengzai is over two months old now, and he has had intestinal gas these past few days; Sheng Yu held him with one hand, giving him a "flying hold," and sat before the desk in the study to attend a video conference.

On the other end of the video conference, a group of executives looked at Sheng Yu's cold, stern face on the screen, as well as the milky, soft little young master of the Sheng Family, who was fast asleep on his arm.

Everyone could not help but sigh that Chairman Sheng, this "milk dad," was certainly becoming more and more adept.

The little one resting in the crook of his elbow moved his head; Sheng Yu, while conducting the meeting, took a moment to look down, then lifted his eyes to look at the screen, "Let's end the meeting here for today; if there are any questions, find Situ."

Saying this, without waiting for the executives to speak, Sheng Yu cradled Hengzai and stood up to leave the study.

Sheng Yu gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and a faint, milky fragrance wafted toward him.

Ever since the child was born, the room had smelled like this every day; before the child was born, Zhu Yuan already had this scent on her, only the scent was very faint, and he liked to smell it.

During that time, he often pestered her to kiss and smell her.

But after the child was born, he no longer had that privilege.

If not for his pestering and coaxing, Zhu Yuan would never have agreed to let him sleep beside her; she would have used the excuse of worrying that he couldn't control himself to drive him to the guest room.

"Is the baby hungry?" Zhu Yuan got up and walked over.

Sheng Yu watched helplessly as the little one latched onto the thing he thought about day and night; he dared not show anger nor speak, and could only look on longingly.

"You go out." Even after so long, being stared at by his wolf-like, tiger-like gaze, Zhu Yuan still felt embarrassed; she turned to the side and cradled Hengzai to breastfeed.

Not to mention, with Sheng Yu staring at her like that, it was hard for her not to feel something; it was simply tormenting!

Sheng Yu stood motionless; despite the words being very firm, when he spoke them, they carried an inexplicable sense of grievance, "Can't touch, not allowed to kiss, and now I don't even have the right to look?"

"Who looks like you do?"

"Others would certainly dare to look!"

Zhu Yuan's cheeks flushed red from his words; she wanted to hit him, but as soon as she met his longing gaze, her heart softened, and she said softly, "I'll make it up to you later."

"How will you make it up?" Sheng Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead hard.

Zhu Yuan was finding it hard to breathe under his undisguised, lustful gaze, "You... you can improvise."

With this promise, Sheng Yu endured and endured, waiting until summer, when Zhu Yuan finally decided to wean Hengzai and prepared to return to work to perform in plays.

On the night Hengzai was successfully weaned, Sheng Yu finally got his wish; he held Zhu Yuan from dusk until dawn, without sleep or rest, and directly made Zhu Yuan faint from exhaustion.

Finally, Sheng Yu reached a conclusion: "With your physical stamina, it's still too early to return to work; it seems I must personally supervise and train you well every day to help you return to work sooner."

Zhu Yuan didn't even have the strength to open her mouth to curse him; she kicked his leg weakly with her feet.

But she was scooped back into his arms again, and she only heard his hoarse voice sticking stickily to her earlobe, "Yuanyuan, I haven't had enough; you said you'd let me improvise, you weren't just coaxing me, were you?"

However, before Zhu Yuan could say anything, his waist sank down.

"Mm—" she let out a cry of surprise, but she was already powerless to resist.

The next day, Zhu Yuan slept until noon before getting up.

And Sheng Yu was already holding Hengzai, playing on the swing outside the small courtyard.

The swing was something Sheng Yu had personally installed in the open space outside the small courtyard after his injuries healed last year.

From afar, she heard Hengzai's laughter and Sheng Yu tirelessly teaching him to say "Papa."

Zhu Yuan couldn't help but smile; as she passed through the living room, she saw a servant bringing out a plate of washed, crystal-clear grapes and placing them on the coffee table.

The grapes were plump, crystal-clear in the sunlight, and very beautiful.

"Madam, these are the grapes air-freighted from Licheng this morning."

Zhu Yuan's eyes lit up; after planting them for over a year, she finally got to eat them.

She walked over, picked one, peeled off the thin layer of green skin, and popped it into her mouth.

The clear, sweet taste instantly spread to the depths of her taste buds.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Zhu Yuan heard the laughter of Sheng Yu and the child in the courtyard; a feeling of fulfillment she had never experienced before lingered in her heart.

The wind also blew through the grapevines in the small courtyard on the outskirts of Licheng.

Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the grape leaves, and a wheat-colored hand with a rough palm gently pushed aside the leaves and snipped a bunch of grapes from above...

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