Chapter 536: Catching a Turtle in a Jar

He Yuzhu did not go home, but instead climbed directly from Su Qing's window to Zhang Shuying's place on the top floor.

He had not come to see Zhang Shuying all this time, mainly for fear of causing her trouble.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Zhang Shuying lying on the sofa, sobbing.

He Yuzhu walked over on tiptoe and gently patted her.

Unexpectedly, she let out a loud scream, "Ah!"

"It's me, He Yuzhu." He immediately became alert, "What on earth happened? Tell me quickly!"

Zhang Shuying burst into tears and threw herself directly into He Yuzhu's arms: "Why didn't you come sooner?"

"What on earth happened? Speak!" He Yuzhu was truly anxious.

Zhang Shuying said: "My father came over, and he brought a man in his thirties, claiming he is a big shot from the Secret Service Bureau, wanting me to marry him and go to Taiwan to develop."

"Did you agree?"

Zhang Shuying shook her head: "But my father is dead set on this. If I don't go with him, he's going to kidnap me!"

"Then I'll meet him tomorrow and tell him how Bureau Chief Zheng hanged himself right in front of me." He Yuzhu laughed, thinking to himself that this father of Zhang's was too naive, treating his daughter as a tool for promotion and wealth.

"Zhuzi, please don't kill him, okay? Just driving him away will do!" Zhang Shuying pleaded.

"Since he's from the Secret Service Bureau, I'll definitely snap his neck right in front of your father. Let's see how he reports back then," He Yuzhu said with a grin.

"That's a good idea... by then, my father will surely be scared witless." Zhang Shuying became happy again.

"Your father is a secret agent to begin with, and he still has a criminal record in Beijing. I think it's better to just arrest him and take him back to serve time; it'll save some trouble," He Yuzhu said.

"This... I..." Zhang Shuying was momentarily speechless.

She was also calculating: if she really left her father in Hong Kong, there was no telling what kind of mess he would stir up; taking him back to Beijing might not be a bad idea.

He Yuzhu seemed to have seen through her thoughts and did not continue on this topic.

He immediately asked: "When is that big shot you mentioned coming to find you? When does he want to take you away?"

"Tomorrow morning, they are coming over to talk to me about how to sell my assets in Hong Kong!" Zhang Shuying said.

"What? A high-ranking official of the Secret Service Bureau cares about your house? I think your father is lying to you," He Yuzhu looked at her in disbelief.

Zhang Shuying shook her head: "I don't understand either. My father said that once I get to Taiwan, I won't be coming back, so there's no point in keeping the house."

"Why didn't you tell Jin Hai about this?" He Yuzhu asked.

"My phone was cut off, and the bodyguards were drugged by them; they are still tied up in the room outside."

"Zhang Shuying, don't your bodyguards listen to you?"

"My mother came to stay with me for a few months and was especially good to those bodyguards. This time when my father came, they drank together, and my bodyguards were..."

"Zhang Shuying, you really are foolish. This is a kidnapping case planned by your father and mother together... It's no use pleading with me; I must send your father back to a prison in Beijing, otherwise, it will ruin something important," He Yuzhu said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuying understood. She begged: "Will he be sentenced to death?"

He Yuzhu shook his head: "The crimes he committed in Si Jiu Cheng are not heavy; fifteen years at most. By the time he gets out, he'll be old and won't have the ability to stir up trouble."

"Are that man and your father both staying outside?" He Yuzhu asked.

Zhang Shuying shook her head: "That man named Shen Zhiyue is quite particular about his status and doesn't want to stay here; he is staying at a hotel."

"Shuying, I'm going to make a phone call."

"My phone has been cut!"

"That won't stop me!" He Yuzhu climbed out the window, and very quickly used two needles to tap into the neighbor's phone line, then connected it to his own phone.

Zhang Shuying looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't think this is high-tech; it's very simple!" He Yuzhu said.

He quickly dialed Liu Rusi's number.

"Sister, do you know a person named Shen Zhiyue?"

Liu Rusi pondered for a moment before saying: "He is my father's foster son and is now a rising star in the Taiwan Secret Service Bureau. This person is very cunning; on the surface, he wears glasses and looks refined, but he is extremely ruthless and has some actual combat Kung Fu. He was once someone my father valued highly and sent into the Military Statistics Bureau, but later, he stopped being of one mind with my father, and I haven't seen him since."

"Alright, I understand. I won't be back tonight, hanging up."

He Yuzhu hung up the phone, walked over to Zhang Shuying, and said: "The one who wants to marry you is a secret agent leader with a bright future, and it's said that this person kills without blinking. If you marry him, you might even be killed by him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuying immediately became nervous: "There are about a dozen of them; can you handle it?"

"Don't worry. Let's get a good night's sleep, and by early tomorrow morning, everything will be resolved." He Yuzhu hugged Zhang Shuying and went into the bedroom.

The two had not seen each other for half a year, so naturally, their reunion was sweeter than a new marriage; after their intimate encounter, they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.

The next morning, a little past six o'clock, the door was knocked upon.

Zhang Shuying immediately became nervous.

He Yuzhu patted her shoulder and said: "If many people come in, tell them to go to the study to discuss things and leave the others in the living room. I will hide in the bedroom and wait for the opportunity."

Zhang Shuying was so nervous that tears were about to fall.

She had never seen He Yuzhu handle a dozen people alone, so she was still worried in her heart, fearing that He Yuzhu might get hurt.

As soon as Zhang Shuying opened the door, ten people entered.

They entered the house first to clear it, with two people entering each room to check if anyone was hiding.

He Yuzhu, in the bedroom, had already used his spiritual sense to scan the movements of these people and couldn't help but admire this man surnamed Shen—he was actually this cautious.

When Zhang Shuying saw Shen Zhiyue doing this, she immediately shouted: "You are not allowed to enter my bedroom! That is very impolite!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Mr. Shen is doing this for safety considerations," Zhang's father scolded.

"This is my house; if you are going to do this, then all of you get out!" Zhang Shuying was getting a bit desperate; she was afraid He Yuzhu would be discovered.

Shen Zhiyue, however, did not speak.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Shuying, as if he sensed that something was wrong—when he came the day before, although Zhang Shuying did not agree to the marriage, she had not been this firm.

His hand couldn't help but reach toward the gun in his pocket.

"Major General! There is no one in any of the rooms!" a man who looked like a soldier in his late twenties reported.

"You all go out," Shen Zhiyue waved his hand.

The eight Bodyguards left the room one after another, but still stood at the doorway.

He Yuzhu jumped out from the window of Zhang Shuying's bedroom.

He moved along the narrow ledge present on every floor to the outside of the corridor window.

It happened that the window was open, and he flipped inside.

The eight people who were vigilantly listening for movement inside the room never expected that someone would jump into the corridor at this moment.

Before they could even react, they were collected by He Yuzhu into his space.

He Yuzhu returned along the original path and slowly walked to the outside of the study.

He heard Zhang's father scolding his daughter: "Don't think you're something special; aren't you just an actress? Mr. Shen is a pillar of the nation, and you're still unwilling? You're climbing above your station!"

"Father, I've told you, I have a man, it's impossible for me to go with you!"

"Slap!" With one sound, Zhang's father struck a fierce slap across his daughter's face.

He Yuzhu had already flashed to the doorway like a civet cat.

He swung both hands, directly knocking the two Bodyguards at the door unconscious.

Just as Shen Zhiyue was about to draw his gun, he saw a flash of cold light before his eyes—a Flying Knife was fiercely embedded in his wrist.

"Ah!" Shen Zhiyue screamed.

He Yuzhu had already reached him and punched him in the lower abdomen.

Shen Zhiyue twitched all over from the pain.

He looked up and saw a familiar face.

He did not know He Yuzhu, but he had seen him countless times in the files of the Secret Service Bureau.

Zhang's father was even more terrified, shouting: "You are He Yuzhu!"