Chapter 37: You Are a Complete and Utter Piece of Scum!

Sheng Yu picked up his chopsticks to prepare to eat, as if he had only just noticed that the atmosphere at the dining table was not quite right.

He ignored Sheng Hongyao's darkened expression and looked at the Old Madam Sheng as if nothing were the matter, "What's wrong?"

A hint of displeasure appeared on Old Madam Sheng's face.

The last time he left a lip print on his shirt, she had treated it as an accident and turned a blind eye to let it pass.

But such a conspicuous bite mark on his neck—just how wild must he have been playing to end up like this?

There were servants and the butler in the dining room; how was he supposed to let them see him like this?

He really had no regard for his image at all.

Just as she was about to speak, Sheng Hongyao, who was sitting at the head of the table, spoke up to rebuke him: "You are the president of the Sheng Group, representing the Sheng Family. What kind of behavior is this?"

Sheng Yu chuckled, put down his chopsticks, and leaned back against his chair.

"That's a funny thing to say," his gaze filled with cold mockery, "As the Chairman of the group, you are able to keep a mistress to the point where everyone knows about it. What does this little bit of mine count for? Compared to you, it's nothing but a drop in the bucket."

"I've told you many times, Yijing is not a mistress! Stop calling her a mistress every other word!"

Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I see. In your eyes, the one who isn't loved is the mistress, and you two are the pair of truly loving dogs..."

"A Yu!" Old Madam Sheng interrupted him, frowning as she urged, "He is your father, after all."

Sheng Hongyao slammed his large hand onto the table, staring coldly at Sheng Yu, and shouted angrily: "Let him finish what he has to say!"

The atmosphere in the dining room shifted abruptly, and everyone felt endangered.

The butler gestured, and the servants left the dining room one after another in quick succession.

Only Situ stood expressionless in place; apart from Sheng Yu, he did not take orders from anyone in the Sheng Family.

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare to say it?"

Sheng Hongyao sneered, "You are my son. If I am what you say I am, what kind of good thing could you possibly be?"

Looking at Sheng Hongyao's gloomy face, Sheng Yu said dismissively, "What I am doesn't matter."

"But as for what you are, was I wrong?" He wore a look that was not quite a smile, yet his eyes were filled with piercing cold light.

"Back then, it was you who married my mother, who was a match for your status, in order to consolidate your position in the Sheng Group. After the marriage, you kept pretending to love her, but once she gave birth to me and your position was finally secure, you began to subject her to cold violence, not appearing before her for days at a time, leaving her to fall into self-doubt from which she could not extricate herself!"

"What did you say?" Sheng Hongyao's face was furious, his hand on the table slowly clenching into a fist, veins bulging.

Sheng Yu had never said these things before.

It was because Sheng Hongyao had proposed bringing Yijing to live in the Sheng Family home last time that he had angered Sheng Yu.

Old Madam Sheng's face was grim.

Sheng Yu leaned against the back of his chair, his whole body radiating a cold aura, "You say your true love is that mistress, so why not marry her? You simply used my mother for your own interests. You are a complete and utter piece of scum!"

Every word he spoke was like a steel nail meant to pin Sheng Hongyao to a pillar of shame.

Sheng Hongyao's face was livid, his clenched fist turning white at the knuckles from the excessive force.

When he saw the intense mockery in Sheng Yu's eyes, he barked, "Get out!"

Old Madam Sheng tugged at his sleeve, only to be ruthlessly shaken off!

Sheng Yu threw down his napkin and stood up, looking down at him from above, "It seems I have no fortune to enjoy this table of fine food."

Old Madam Sheng hurriedly urged, "What are you doing? You won't even let the child eat a proper meal!"

"Look at him—does he look like he came back to eat at all!"

Sheng Hongyao was furious, "He deliberately brought the marks on his body to appear before me, just to make me unhappy!"

His son carried his bloodline.

He understood Sheng Yu too well.

Sheng Yu was deliberately baiting him into anger, only to say these things to hurt him and cause him embarrassment.

He left the dining room with a cold face.

Looking at the untouched dishes on the table and the empty dining room, Old Madam Sheng's eyes turned red.

Some time ago, when Sheng Hongyao wanted to bring Shen Yijing to live in the Sheng Family home, Sheng Yu had flown into a great rage.

She had hoped to use this meal to ease the relationship between father and son, but she hadn't expected their relationship to become even worse!

In the study, Sheng Hongyao lit a cigarette and looked at the assistant standing in front of the desk, his expression gloomy, "You've been investigating for so many days—what exactly have you found!"

The assistant was frightened by his cold aura and lowered his head, "Chairman, the woman by Young Master Yu's side might be from the Beijing Drama Theater."

Sheng Hongyao's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "Find her."

……

Zhu Yuan returned to the backstage after the curtain call.

The troupe leader greeted her with a smile, "Xiao Fengzheng, you really are the lucky star of our troupe. You didn't see today's performance—it was packed to the rafters, a sea of heads!"

Ever since Sheng Yu said he wanted to see her last time, every time she finished a performance, the troupe leader would offer flattering words, and they were becoming increasingly exaggerated.

However, this was all thanks to Li Jie being on leave, which allowed her to have so many opportunities to go on stage.

Zhu Yuan wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to explain it to him, so she simply nodded.

The troupe leader checked his watch, "You go and rest for a bit. We leave for the port at six o'clock. You are the lead tonight, so perform well. In the future, the position of second-in-command of our troupe will surely be yours."

Tonight, their troupe had a commercial performance, having been invited onto a cruise ship.

The pay was generous; the share for each person would equal several months of Zhu Yuan's performance income.

Night fell.

The car drove toward the port, and under the vast sky, the sound of waves rose and fell one after another.

Countless luxury cars were parked around the port, and guests stepped onto the cruise ship's gangway under the guidance of bodyguards.

As she approached the cruise ship, Zhu Yuan saw a large capital letter "YU" on the ship's hull.

Zhu Yuan had known about being invited to perform on the cruise ship three days ago, but she arrived at the troupe right on time every day and returned to the hospital to accompany her grandfather after the curtain call, skipping even the rehearsal time, so she had no chance to listen to her colleagues gossip.

She wondered what kind of big shot it was to have such a grand display.

Although these things are nothing new, in a place like Jingdu City filled with the powerful and wealthy, there are plenty of people burning money to pamper women every day.

But she had never heard of someone using both a cruise ship and inviting a theater troupe to perform.

As everyone boarded the ship one after another, she heard the people in the troupe exclaim, "As expected of the Sheng Family, I could never have imagined such a display in my entire life."

"How lucky must a woman be to be cherished like this? I'm so envious!"

"The Sheng Family?" Zhu Yuan asked, turning back to them in confusion.

The two young girls nodded, "You didn't know? Well, that's fair, you come and go in such a rush every day, so it's normal not to know. Today is the birthday of the Chairman of the Sheng Group's confidante; I heard he even invited a famous overseas performance troupe and Michelin-starred chefs, and all sorts of expensive wines were shipped to Kyoto—it was even on the news."

Zhu Yuan felt a moment of daze.

The Sheng Group, the Chairman.

Isn't that Sheng Yu's father?

A confidante.

She suddenly remembered being in the dressing room backstage earlier and hearing her colleagues talk about Sheng Yu's past acts of brutality; when he was eighteen, he drove a car and hit a woman in the late stages of pregnancy, causing her to miscarry and become unable to conceive again.

That person seemed to be Chairman Sheng's confidante.

By the time Zhu Yuan realized this, the cruise ship had already set sail.