Chapter 94: Isn't It Called Quite Naturally?

A long time ago, the news that there was a woman's lipstick mark on Sheng Yu's shirt spread from Sheng Tang into the circle, and many people were guessing who the woman by Sheng Yu's side really was.

Dong Shu did not guess; she simply had people investigate in secret, but the result was that she gained nothing.

Later, the matter was left unsettled.

Within the circle, there was no more talk of Sheng Yu having a woman.

She thought it was just a whim of Sheng Yu's, a fleeting romance, and that the woman was unimportant, so she did not take it to heart.

But when she saw clearly the side profile of the woman Sheng Yu was holding in his arms, the color drained from her face in an instant.

Zhu Yuan!

She was a smart woman, so smart that the two words "Zhu Yuan" could unlock countless mysteries.

For example, Sheng Yu suddenly having an interest in stage plays.

For example, Sheng Yu losing to Yuan Fengye repeatedly on the cruise ship, yet not caring in the slightest.

For example, Sheng Yu recently staying often at the Hot Spring Villa; that was a place with strict security, most suitable for hiding a mistress.

For example, Zhu Yuan distancing herself completely from her relationship with Second Master Pei, because the man behind her was not Pei Ling, but Sheng Yu!

Dong Shu had thought of countless possibilities—that the woman might be a public relations agent, might be his subordinate, might just be a random clean girl—but she had never once thought of Zhu Yuan.

How could it be Zhu Yuan?

How could it be Zhu Yuan!

Dong Shu looked as if she had been frightened; she took a step back, her body pressed tightly against the wall so that the people in the room would not notice her.

As Sheng Yu lifted Zhu Yuan onto the table to make it more convenient for his kisses, she saw him, who had always been aloof toward women, sinking into a sea of desire, unable to stop.

Her entire world was torn apart, falling to pieces.

Dong Shu fled the second floor in a panic; she hid in the restroom and looked at herself in the mirror, her exquisite makeup unable to hide her pale complexion.

At a loss, she turned on the faucet and let the rushing water pour out; she breathed rapidly, tears falling one by one into the water and being washed away.

In the room, Zhu Yuan was pressed against the table by the wall by Sheng Yu, being kissed wantonly, and the clothes on her body were also disheveled.

She pushed the man away urgently, "I want to go back."

"Not allowed." The man's voice was hoarse and low, mixed with hot, damp breath falling against her ear.

That was a sensitive spot for Zhu Yuan; as he spoke, her body began to tremble slightly.

Sheng Yu watched her reaction, scenes of her blooming in an alluring manner beneath him flashing through his mind, and his fingers slipped inside her skirt hem, caressing her smooth, slender thigh, "If you obediently call me Yu Ge, I might be able to agree to you."

Zhu Yuan pressed down hard on his hand, looking at his face with moist, reddened eyes, "Yu Ge."

"That's not how." Sheng Yu broke free from her grip with a backhand motion.

"How do you expect me to be able to say it?" Zhu Yuan choked out; did he still want her to call him Yu Ge like before?

How could she do it?

After these things, how could she possibly still face him like before.

Sheng Yu heard the sound of her choking, his hand movements paused, and his thumb wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye, "When you wished me a happy birthday at midnight, didn't you call me that quite naturally?"

"That was because..." Zhu Yuan bit her lip, unable to continue.

"You can chat and laugh with Dong Shu, be pleasant with Yuan Fengye, and smile at Qi Jing too; are you more familiar with them or with me?"

Zhu Yuan did not want to argue with him any further, because it was meaningless.

"I want to go back to the hospital to keep Grandfather company."

In about two more weeks, Grandfather would be able to be discharged, and this period of time required even more careful care.

Sheng Yu stared at her stubborn face, "Cut the cake before you go."

Zhu Yuan just wanted to refuse, but the man pinched her chin, "If you dare to refuse, don't leave tonight."

The two of them stood in a stalemate for a few seconds.

"I know." Zhu Yuan conceded defeat; she got down from the table, straightened her clothes, and hurried out of the room.

The door opened and closed again.

Sheng Yu leaned against the edge of the table, his gaze falling on the tightly closed door, and he lit a cigarette in irritation.

In the evening, when Yuan Fengye brought him barbecue, he couldn't help but recall the scene where she had made him a table full of hearty dishes; that beef was so tough it made his teeth ache.

At that time, she had been bold and reckless in front of him.

His phone rang; it was a call from Yuan Fengye.

"Yu Ge, where did you go? Everyone is waiting for you to cut the cake."

Sheng Yu glanced at the cigarette he was holding; he hadn't taken a single puff, and a long length of ash fell to the ground, burning to the end.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Wait."

Zhu Yuan returned to the first floor and walked to Dong Shu's side.

"Why were you gone for so long?" Dong Shu looked at her with a smile.

Her lipstick was rubbed off, and the makeup at the corners of her eyes was a bit smudged, but it didn't affect her beauty in the slightest; instead, it added a touch of affection that made people want to cherish her.

Especially her slightly swollen, upturned lips, which one might mistake for a natural, vibrant crimson if not looked at carefully.

They were kissed into that state by Sheng Yu.

Zhu Yuan found a random excuse to brush it off; she checked the time and asked Dong Shu about confessing to her crush.

Dong Shu drank the wine in her glass in one gulp and lifted her lips slightly, "He's not free tonight."

As the two were talking, the crowd parted to make a path, and the tall and long-legged Sheng Yu walked over from behind, his whole person exuding a cold and languid air.

"Yu Ge, time to cut the cake." Yuan Fengye handed over the knife for cutting the cake.

Sheng Yu took it smoothly, turned the knife in his hand, and lifted his eyes nonchalantly, "Why aren't you singing the birthday song?"

The crowd was stunned.

Isn't this a rule Yu Ge set himself?

He doesn't like listening to birthday songs.

Yuan Fengye didn't expect him to suddenly have this request either, so he hurriedly organized, "Then let's all sing together."

"Find someone who sings well to sing it; I won't listen if you sing."

Yuan Fengye: "..."

He cursed under his breath, but didn't dare to show it, as his singing was indeed not very good.

He looked around at the others, "Then let someone who sings well do it; which of you sings well?"

Ning Chu was just about to speak, but Dong Shu gently pushed Zhu Yuan, "Zhu Yuan, her voice is so good, she must sing well."

Zhu Yuan was caught off guard and pushed in front of everyone; she looked back at Dong Shu, and Dong Shu made a gesture of encouragement to her.

"Little sister-in-law, then you sing a birthday song for Yu Ge; Yu Ge has never let us sing on his birthday, you're the first one."

Yuan Fengye smiled and came over to pull Zhu Yuan, but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, wondering if there was a draft somewhere in Sheng Yu's house?

Sheng Yu held the knife for cutting the cake, looking at Zhu Yuan across the three-tiered cake, "Will you sing?"

Could she say she wouldn't sing?

After she nodded, Yuan Fengye lit the candles.

The lights in the spacious living room went out.

The candlelight was warm.

The man's gaze crossed the candlelight, staring silently at the woman's face.

"Happy birthday to you..."

Accompanied by the woman's pleasant and melodious singing, everyone present clapped in unison.

This was a scene that would have been unimaginable in the past, yet it was inexplicably harmonious.

Was it Yuan Fengye's imagination, or did he really see the corners of Yu Ge's mouth curl into a smile?

Zhu Yuan finished singing and thought it was over just like that.

Who knew Sheng Yu would leisurely ask: "Is there an English version too?"