Chapter 93: Dong Shu caught them kissing

Enzo sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and snuck a glance into the rearview mirror; Zhu Yuan was sitting there quietly, looking out the car window and no longer smiling at him.

It served him right for following Young Master Yu and doing thankless tasks; now look, Miss Zhu was ignoring him.

Sighing inwardly, Enzo started the car and drove out of the Hot Spring Villa.

The villa district on Haibin Road was a famous wealthy area in Kyoto, occupying a corner near the seaside with beautiful scenery.

The atmosphere inside the car was too awkward, so Enzo introduced, "Villa No. 1 is one of Young Master Yu's properties. Before you went to the Hot Spring Villa, he mostly lived here or at Sheng Tang."

"None of my business."

A cold, indifferent voice came from the back seat.

Enzo had a headache, "Miss Zhu, let's be civil."

"I can't be civil at all; if you say another word, I'll curse you too."

"Miss Zhu, I really am not your enemy. You participated in the casting, and I voted for you on time every day for four days straight. If Young Master Yu hadn't told people to have the video..."

Enzo suddenly realized he had almost let something slip, hurriedly shut his mouth, and added in a low voice, "I really am not your enemy."

He glanced quietly at the rearview mirror; Zhu Yuan had closed her eyes and stopped talking.

The car stopped in a parking space in front of Villa No. 1. Looking out, dozens of luxury cars were parked in rows, and the car Enzo parked was swallowed up among them.

He got out and opened the door, "Miss Zhu, we're here."

"Okay." The woman responded in a low voice.

Enzo was somewhat flattered; he watched Zhu Yuan enter the villa and sighed.

As soon as Zhu Yuan entered the door, she ran into Ning Chu walking over from the side.

"Why did you come too?" Ning Chu's contemptuous voice came, "Do you know what kind of occasion this is, and you dared to come?"

Zhu Yuan glanced at her faintly, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me!" Ning Chu grabbed Zhu Yuan's arm forcefully.

Under normal circumstances, Zhu Yuan could have easily shaken her hand off, but last night her arms had either been forced to wrap around Sheng Yu's neck, been pulled back by him, or been pinned behind her back, leaving them incredibly sore.

Being tugged by Ning Chu, she almost fell.

"Ning Chu, what are you doing!"

Yuan Fengye shouted sternly, strode over with his long legs, and pushed Ning Chu away, "I invited Zhu Yuan to come; be polite to her."

"It's Yu Ge's birthday, what right does she have to come?" Ning Chu was shouted at loudly by Yuan Fengye, and her eyes turned red with grievance.

"She is Zhan Ge's fiancée. Zhan Ge can't come, so what's wrong with me inviting her?"

"But Zhan Ge is already dead..."

Glared at by Yuan Fengye, Ning Chu swallowed her words and stared at Zhu Yuan angrily.

"Little sister-in-law, don't lower yourself to her level; she's just been spoiled."

Yuan Fengye led Zhu Yuan inside.

Ning Chu stared at Zhu Yuan's back and only then noticed that the pure white coat Zhu Yuan was wearing, while the brand wasn't apparent, had exquisite fabric, fluid tailoring, and quite a sense of design; it didn't look like cheap goods.

It looked more like a private custom piece.

A family like the Zhu Family couldn't afford a private custom designer at all.

Then how could Zhu Yuan wear clothes like this?

"Second Master Pei dotes on her that much!" Ning Chu was so angry she stomped her feet on the spot!

Bringing Zhu Yuan into the inner living room, Yuan Fengye smiled and said, "Little sister-in-law, I thought you really weren't coming when I saw your text message; I felt a bit regretful, but I didn't expect you to actually come."

Zhu Yuan just smiled slightly and didn't speak.

She had wanted not to come, but she couldn't help being threatened.

Zhu Yuan looked around and asked him, "Has Dong Shu arrived?"

Yuan Fengye looked back, "Doesn't look like it yet."

Zhu Yuan thought that since Dong Shu was going to confess to her crush today and hadn't arrived this late, she probably wasn't coming.

Qi Jing walked over and nodded slightly to Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan smiled in response.

She had heard Lu Huaizhan say that Qi Jing had a three-year-old child at a young age.

His wife had run off, so to ordinary families, he was just a widower with a child.

But he was in the Qi Family of the Five Great Families, and he was very handsome and gentle, so plenty of girls wanted to marry him and be a stepmother to the child.

Having not waited for Dong Shu, and with no one else she could talk to, Zhu Yuan found a place to sit by herself, ate a little something occasionally, and automatically ignored the eye-rolls Ning Chu was casting from not far away.

It was lively over there, while she sat alone in the corner.

Suddenly, a plate of exquisite grilled meat was placed in front of her.

Following the plate upward with her gaze, she saw a hand with distinct knuckles and slender fingers; that hand was too familiar, so much so that her body seemed to shudder as a conditioned reflex the moment she saw it.

That hand had pinched her legs last night, forcing her to clamp around his strong waist.

Zhu Yuan didn't look up any further and made a move to get up and leave.

On the sofa beside her, the man sat down and asked in a nonchalant tone, "Want to eat?"

"Appetite-killing." Zhu Yuan didn't dare move and sat there stiffly.

Sheng Yu pushed the plate a little closer; Zhu Yuan suddenly saw Dong Shu not far away, her eyes lit up, and she got up and walked toward Dong Shu, not even glancing at the plate of grilled meat.

"Zhu Yuan, why did you come?" Dong Shu saw Zhu Yuan with pleasant surprise.

Zhu Yuan smiled and said, "Yuan Fengye asked me to come. How about you, did your confession succeed?"

Dong Shu made a "quiet" gesture toward her, turned sideways, and opened her long black coat, "Look, I've even put on my battle robe; I'll confess later."

Sure enough, Zhu Yuan saw the bright blue off-the-shoulder dress inside the coat, and a flash of admiration crossed her eyes, "It's really so beautiful."

Dong Shu blushed slightly from her compliment.

Sheng Yu lit a cigarette, watching the woman not far away who was holding Dong Shu's arm; every smile and frown of hers flowed naturally, entirely devoid of the caution, wariness, and insincerity she showed when in front of him.

Pale blue smoke permeated the air, and the man slowly narrowed his eyes, his expression dark and obscure.

Time slipped by until it was late at night.

Everyone had been playing games when Yuan Fengye suddenly remembered that the cake hadn't been cut yet, and he looked around for Sheng Yu, "Hey, where is Yu Ge?"

"We're getting ready to cut the cake, someone go find Yu Ge quickly."

"And call everyone else over too."

Dong Shu set down the wine glass in her hand and looked around; Zhu Yuan had said she was going to the restroom and hadn't returned yet.

Her eyes shimmering, she said, "I'll go find Yu Ge, you all get things ready first."

After Dong Shu left, someone in the crowd said, "Hey, have you noticed that Dong Shu put on makeup today? She actually looks quite pretty."

"Yeah, and she's even wearing high heels."

Yuan Fengye realized it belatedly, "Really? Why would a tomboy wear high heels and makeup?"

Dong Shu didn't find Sheng Yu on the first floor, so she went to the second floor.

This was Sheng Yu's private residence, and the second floor was his master bedroom.

Although Dong Shu had been here before, she had never been up to the second floor; as she stepped onto the stairs, her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

The second floor was very spacious, simpler than the first floor, and casual and comfortable.

Dong Shu was just about to call out for Sheng Yu when she heard a soft, fragmented moan coming from the room with the door left slightly ajar.

It sounded like a woman's voice.

Her footsteps faltered, and she walked toward it, suspicious.

Inside the room, which was open by a small crack, the lights were dim, and sticky sounds drifted out from time to time.

The tall, upright man was clutching the woman in his arms tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, his strength so great it was as if he wanted to knead the woman into his embrace, while his other hand gripped the back of the woman's neck, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his deep kiss.