Chapter 46: Sister Li is in Trouble

The next morning, Sheng Yu gently pushed open the master bedroom door, subconsciously glancing toward the large bed.

The person on the bed was curled into a ball wrapped in the quilt, but their head was not visible; it was hard to imagine what kind of sleeping posture could result in this.

Long black hair poked out from the gap in the folded quilt, bare feet rested on the edge of the bed, and the back of the pajamas was hiked up, revealing a fair, delicate waist and back.

The slender section below was too fragile to be grasped.

The man looked on with deep eyes, closed the door behind him, walked over to stand by the bed, and finally found the woman's face behind the mound of the quilt.

He stared at her sleeping face.

That was good.

Aside from her poor sleeping posture, she wasn't breathing through her mouth or drooling.

That face was pressed against the quilt, her cheeks flushed red.

Sheng Yu took a look, and by the time he regained his senses, his fingers were already pinching her small cheek; the delicate, soft sensation made him unconsciously give it a light squeeze.

As a result, Zhu Yuan backhanded his hand, turned over, and changed from lying on her back to sleeping on her stomach.

Sheng Yu looked at his hand, which had been slapped red, his expression darkened, he let out a cold snort, pulled the quilt up to cover her head, and turned to go to the walk-in closet.

When he came out after changing into his suit, he glanced at the person on the bed with her head covered, walked over with a dark face, and pulled the quilt off her head.

As a result of this pull, he was met with a pair of sleepy, dazed eyes.

Zhu Yuan groggily saw Sheng Yu's foul expression, squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and muttered, "Had a nightmare."

After saying that, she turned over and continued to sleep.

She was completely unaware that Sheng Yu's face had turned iron-blue in an instant.

Situ was downstairs holding a briefcase; seeing Sheng Yu come down from upstairs with a cold face, he wondered, had Miss Zhu given Yu Ge a hard time again so early in the morning?

Sheng Yu straightened his cuffs, saw Qiao Mai entering from outside, and said coldly, "Call a nurse in later to help her wash up."

Doctor Qiao Mai had enough sense for that, "Understood, Yu Ge."

How could he dare to just walk in?

That was Yu Ge's woman.

The car drove out of the Hot Spring Villa.

When passing the Pan Shan Highway, Situ glanced at the guardrail that had already been repaired.

Sheng Yu, who was looking at stock analysis charts on a tablet, slowly raised his eyes to look at the sea.

His gloomy expression was hard to read.

That day, it was Zhu Yuan who had used her life to block a disaster for him.

When the car reached the foot of the mountain, Sheng Yu's phone rang.

The phone screen displayed a string of numbers without a contact name.

Situ only heard the ringtone and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror; Yu Ge seemed to have smiled, though it wasn't very obvious, as if he had seen it wrong.

Sheng Yu picked up the phone, swiped the screen, held it to his ear, and asked in a low, magnetic voice, "What is it?"

"Yu Ge," a woman's soft, probing voice came from the other end of the line, "I feel much better today, I want to go to the theater troupe for rehearsal."

She had specifically chosen to make this call after he left, betting that he couldn't do anything to her.

She even knew how to be clever and call him Yu Ge first.

The corners of his lips hooked up slightly, his elbow resting lazily on the armrest, his index finger and thumb pressed against his forehead.

"You were dizzy as if you were dying last night, and today you can rehearse?"

The voice he used to say this was low and deep, like a seductive musical note, carrying a trace of lingering affection.

Zhu Yuan only felt waves rising in her heart; she forcefully suppressed this strange emotion, "I'm not dizzy anymore."

That little tone revealed a sense of guilt.

Sheng Yu good-naturedly did not expose her, and laughed with an ambiguous meaning, "Someone will drive you there."

After hanging up the phone, Situ spoke out of turn: "Are you at ease letting Miss Zhu go out?"

Sheng Yu's position as CEO was only agreed to by Sheng Hongyao, the Chairman of the conglomerate, under pressure from the Yu Family patriarch, who was Sheng Yu's maternal grandfather.

That day, everyone saw the scene where Sheng Hongyao was forced to suppress his emotions.

Back then, Sheng Yu had driven a car and hit his woman, causing the death of his son; how could he easily let him sit in the CEO's chair, even if Sheng Yu was also his son.

Last year, the Yu Family patriarch passed away, and Sheng Hongyao had always wanted to find fault with Sheng Yu to dismiss him from his position.

However, Sheng Yu was airtight in his work, and it was impossible to find a single loophole.

Sheng Hongyao was now trying every possible way to find the woman behind Sheng Yu, merely wanting to use her as a bargaining chip to force Sheng Yu to step down voluntarily.

"She wants to go, can you stop her?"

That stubborn temper.

Situ also thought of Zhu Yuan's temper and said, "But you didn't take Miss Zhu away on the cruise ship last time; Chairman Sheng should have dispelled his doubts."

In the room, Zhu Yuan gripped the black-screened phone and let out a sigh of relief.

She had thought Sheng Yu wouldn't agree.

In fact, when she groggily opened her eyes and saw him, she was already awake, but she had acted convincingly, and her turning over was so natural that Sheng Yu didn't see any flaws.

Otherwise, if Sheng Yu knew she had woken up, she didn't know what he would do to her.

Perhaps he would continue what they hadn't finished last night.

Deep down, she was very afraid of Sheng Yu.

Whether it was the shadow left from that rainy night or the dangerous aura on him, both made her feel fear for him from the depths of her soul.

After teasing Sheng Yu that night, she was filled with lingering fear.

There are too many dangerous factors around Sheng Yu; how could the vehicle he travels in possibly be a broken-down car?

Without a doubt, someone wants Sheng Yu's life!

Staying by the side of a person like that, she wouldn't have enough lives to withstand it.

The one driving her away from the Hot Spring Villa was the Bodyguard who had driven her a few times before.

She first went to the hospital to tell her grandfather she had returned from her performance, and after having breakfast with the old man, she changed out of the expensive luxury clothing she was wearing into her usual clothes before setting off for the Beijing Theater.

There are no performances in the morning, so everyone would be rehearsing on stage.

But when Zhu Yuan walked in, the originally bustling stage was empty, with only two beams of light shining on the vacant stage.

At this time of day, rehearsals should have started long ago.

Zhu Yuan walked toward the backstage area, feeling puzzled.

Gradually, she heard the sound of conversation; as she walked closer, the voices grew louder.

It turned out everyone was gathered backstage.

"Xiao Fengzheng."

Someone tugged at Zhu Yuan's sleeve, and when Zhu Yuan turned around, it was the young girl who had been terrified and hidden in her arms on the cruise ship that night; she had a nervous expression on her face at this moment.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yuan patted the back of the young girl's hand in return.

The young girl was clearly frightened, and she lowered her trembling voice to say, "Li Jie has had an accident."