Chapter 63: Touching My Things Again and Again, Are You Tired of Living!

Zhu Yuan's hand trembled, and the photograph fell onto the glass of the cabinet. Looking at her own face in the photo, a bone-chilling coldness spread throughout her entire body.

This was clearly...

The photo she had burned on the day of Lu Huaizhan's memorial.

Yet, it was now appearing in the cabinet of Sheng Yu's walk-in closet.

In this world, all supernatural events eventually have a scientific explanation.

Without a doubt, the envelope she had burned back then had been swapped by Sheng Yu.

"Miss Zhu?" The servant's call from outside the door startled Zhu Yuan.

She snapped back to reality and casually grabbed a set of clothes to change into.

By the time she limped to the living room, the servant saw that her complexion was not good and hurried over to support her, "Do you need me to call Dr. Qiao Mai to come and take a look at you?"

"No need." Zhu Yuan refused without a second thought, "It must be because I didn't eat anything this morning; I'm too hungry."

She sat on the sofa, looked at the exquisite dishes on the table, and asked with a feigned smile, "What a coincidence, these are all things I like to eat."

The servant just smiled and said nothing.

After the servant left, Zhu Yuan looked at the table full of food. A sense of suffocation enveloped her, and she gradually felt waves of dizziness and physiological nausea.

She had only eaten with Sheng Yu four times.

Two of those times were when Lu Huaizhan was still around. At that time, the dishes Lu Huaizhan ordered the kitchen to make were all things she liked to eat. Yuan Fengye was also present and even teased Lu Huaizhan about why he had suddenly changed his taste.

There were two other times.

Once was Lu Huaizhan's memorial.

Once was the day of her grandfather's surgery; she had made a table of spicy dishes to thank Sheng Yu. Later, the food went cold, and since Sheng Yu couldn't eat spicy food, he had someone replace it with a new table of dishes.

At that time, all her focus was on guarding against Sheng Yu, so she hadn't noticed what dishes were on the table.

Now that she thought about it... they were all things she liked to eat.

Then the only time Sheng Yu could have known what dishes she liked was those two times she ate with Lu Huaizhan.

So...

It had started from so long ago.

The image of Lu Huaizhan's diary, filled with trust for Sheng Yu, flashed through her mind.

Zhu Yuan dared not continue thinking; Sheng Yu had actually been coveting his good brother's fiancée from the very beginning!

A black sedan stopped in the open space of the Pei Family Bank.

The Zhu Family's car was still surrounded by five black SUVs. Zhu An'an had already fainted from the pain, Feng Mingyue was crying until she had no voice left, and Zhu Chaoqin was almost kneeling to beg Enzo to let them pass.

"Tell them to get lost." Sheng Yu took off his suit jacket, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

He had just stepped onto the stairs.

A shout was heard from inside the Pei Family Bank: "Sheng Yu is here again!"

Pei Ling sat in the large, empty room. The smell of blood permeated the entire space. The carcasses of those wolves were still there, and no one dared to move them easily.

Hearing the commotion, he swept a cold gaze toward the entrance.

The tall, upright man stood at the doorway, his entire person bathed in sunlight, yet his surroundings radiated a chilling coldness. His powerful presence made the surrounding Pei Family Bodyguards afraid to get even half a step closer to him.

He slowly rolled up his white sleeves, took long strides, and walked in step by step.

That cold, chiseled face looked somewhat eerily enchanting in such a quiet room.

A dangerous aura shrouded the entire room.

Pei Ling narrowed his eyes, "Sheng..."

However, before his words could finish, the man lunged forward and grabbed his collar.

The expressionless face from a second ago gradually revealed a gloomy madness, and a sinister smile made those around him shudder.

Giving the Pei Family Bodyguards almost no time to react, Sheng Yu dragged Pei Ling to the middle of the room with one hand and picked up the remote control from the floor with the other.

With the sound of mechanical rotation, iron bars quickly descended from the ceiling, embedding into the mechanism at the edge of the wooden floor.

The iron cage, which no one else could enter, echoed with the sound of fists hitting flesh, as if striking the hearts of everyone present.

Sheng Yu grabbed Pei Ling by the back of the neck and slammed him against the iron bars, "Touching my things again and again, are you tired of living!"

Who would have thought, Pei Ling let out a sneer.

His entire body erupted with astonishing strength; he broke free and punched Sheng Yu, his eyes filled with mockery, "Your things? You got your good brother's fiancée into bed, and you really think she's yours?"

Sheng Yu wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. The moment Pei Ling finished speaking, he kicked Pei Ling to the ground and stepped on Pei Ling's hand, "Was it this hand that pressed the remote? You locked her in here, is that right?"

"More than that, I touched her hand, I touched her waist." Pei Ling's face was smeared with blood, his smile becoming even more sarcastic.

"You're courting death!"

Layers of blood-red color burst into Sheng Yu's eyes, and he went for the kill completely.

Half an hour later, Sheng Yu walked out from inside, biting a cigarette. From a distance, there were spots of red on his white shirt. It wasn't until he got closer that the guard realized it was blood!

He rolled up his sleeves, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstains on his cufflinks. He frowned, tore off the cufflinks, and threw them on the ground.

Back in the car, he leaned against the seat, his chest heaving violently, the chilling murderous intent between his brows not yet dissipated.

Situ's phone rang. After answering and hearing what the servant said, he quickly turned to Sheng Yu and said, "Young Master Yu, Miss Zhu wants to leave."

"Tell her, don't even think about it!" Sheng Yu tore off the white shirt he was wearing and threw it into the trash can.

By the time he changed into a clean set of clothes, his aura gradually stabilized, though the scarlet in his eyes had not completely vanished, and his entire person was filled with deep hostility.

"Did you find out?"

She wouldn't have asked Situ that question for no reason; something must have happened in the two days he was away that made her notice.

Situ reported the news he had just received to him.

"The day before yesterday, the Lu Family Old Madam went to the Beijing Theater to find Miss Zhu. They stayed in the VIP room for a while, and it was the Lu Family Old Madam who left first. Later, when Miss Zhu came out, someone saw that her complexion was very poor, and she was holding a notebook in her hand."

A notebook?

Sheng Yu's movement of lighting a cigarette paused; there was a large bruise on the back of his hand, and the skin on his knuckles was scraped raw.

He leaned against the back of the chair and took a fierce drag of the cigarette, the blue-white smoke drifting slowly out the window.

Some distant memories gradually surfaced.

He had almost forgotten.

Lu Huaizhan had liked to keep a diary ever since he was in school.

"Has she returned to the rental apartment these past two days?"

Situ replied, "No."

Sheng Yu stubbed out the cigarette, his brows and eyes gloomy, "Go to the hospital where her grandfather is staying."