Chapter 311 Weiwei, will you forgive me?

Sheng Weiwei felt a chill run through her body.

Before she could push him away, she was lifted into the air and hugged.

His strong arms encircled her waist with astonishing force, and he held her firmly in his arms as they walked upstairs.

"Bai Yu, let me go! You're not allowed to touch me!"

She struggled violently in his arms, her fists pounding haphazardly on his chest and shoulders.

The man ignored him and continued walking without pausing.

Sheng Weiwei's cheek was pressed against his burning chest. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could clearly feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, steady and powerful, one beat after another, making her ears tingle.

"Are you crazy?! I told you to let me go!"

"Bai Yu!"

To him, her screams and struggles were no different from a cat scratching him.

The man kicked open the bedroom door, strode in, and then threw her heavily onto the soft bed.

The mattress bounced twice.

Sheng Weiwei was dizzy and disoriented. Just as she was about to get up, a tall figure pressed down on her.

Bai Yu's knees were pressed against the edge of the bed, and his arms were braced on either side of her body, trapping her firmly between his body and the bed, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

He looked down at her, his eyes swirling with intense emotions she couldn't decipher, his breath hot and heavy, spraying all over her face.

"What are you trying to do?" Sheng Weiwei trembled with anger and shame. "Get out of my way!"

Instead of rolling away, he bent down, his nose almost touching hers.

His aura, both clear and aggressively aggressive, enveloped her completely.

"Bai Yu, stay away from me. It's over between us."

Sheng Weiwei continued to shout loudly, her struggles undiminished.

"It's okay to end it, but let's put out the fire first." His tone was as domineering as ever.

"No, you dare touch me. I will never forgive you."

Sheng Weiwei refused to back down.

At this moment, the man's broad shoulders, firm chest muscles, and long legs with explosive power beneath his narrow waist were striking.

Every inch of it exudes a strong masculine hormone.

Her resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of his absolute power.

His voice was terribly hoarse, with a hint of pleading.

"Weiwei, do you want to forgive me?"

Sheng Weiwei's eyes welled up with tears, and her grievances and anger surged up again.

She turned her head away, stubbornly saying, "No."

Bai Yu looked at her stubborn profile and didn't continue. He simply pressed her down quietly and didn't move.

In the bedroom, only the intertwined breaths of the two remained.

His weight, his body temperature, his pleasant scent—all of these relentlessly assaulted her senses.

Sheng Weiwei's mind was in complete chaos.

He moved for a while longer, giving her a little treat, then leaned down again, his warm lips brushing against her earlobe, and whispered a coaxing word in her ear.

"Baby, don't be angry, please forgive me, okay?"

That one "baby" made her feel weak all over.

But reason told her that she couldn't forgive him so easily.

"No!" she bit her lip, refusing to let go.

"Really don't want it?"

Bai Yu stopped all his movements once again.

He just held on, waiting patiently.

"You can ask me a hundred times, and I'll still give you the same answer."

Sheng Weiwei's tone was a little impatient; stopping at this moment would be too painful.

This scoundrel actually chose this moment to negotiate with her.

She refused to believe that he wouldn't release the arrow once it was on the bowstring.

What happens in the next second could become a shadow over Sheng Weiwei's entire life.

Bai Yu simply turned away, deftly pulled up his pants, and left...

Sheng Weiwei: ...

Depend on!

Did he really hold back?

Sheng Weiwei gritted her teeth in hatred; this feeling of wanting but not being able to fulfill it was too painful.

A feeling of unease welled up in my chest, difficult to relieve.

She grabbed a piece of clothing haphazardly from his closet, put it on, and ran out.

Damn it, who started this fire and who's not putting it out?

Bai Yu stood by the window, watching her angrily leave, and a smirk played on his lips…

The next day, Sheng Weiwei returned to the company.

She seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.

Shedding her previous dejection, she changed into a sharp black and white business suit, her long hair tied up high, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features, exuding an aura of elite sophistication that strangers should not approach her.

After thinking for half the night, she realized a truth: why give up the whole forest for one tree, especially one that was not sincere and had deceived her time and time again?

That hateful tree! That crooked tree!

Lin Xiaoli ran over, her high heels clicking on the floor.

He pulled her to a secluded corner, mysteriously pulled out his phone, and opened a photo.

"Sister Weiwei, look! Chen Shu's retribution came way too fast!"

The photos are extremely impactful.

A woman had her head shaved and her body was crammed into an oak barrel, with only her head sticking out.

Her face was full of fear and disarray, her eyes were unfocused, as if she had been scared out of her wits.

It was Chen Shu.

Sheng Weiwei's pupils suddenly contracted.

I felt a wave of fear wash over me.

Fortunately, she had a perfect alibi last night.

This encounter, wow, it's truly contemporary art.

Lin Xiaoli lowered her voice, her gossip-loving fire burning fiercely.

"I heard that she woke up like this! She was right there on the street and fainted on the spot."

"Let her be arrogant, let her run wild everywhere, look what happened, she got her head split open!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several uniformed police officers appeared at the office door.

They walked straight toward Sheng Weiwei.

The eyes of her colleagues instantly focused on her, and the air became subtly tense.

The police were just asking routine questions and were very polite.

After all, almost everyone knows about the conflict between Sheng Weiwei and Chen Shu at the banquet last night, making her the prime suspect.

"Ms. Sheng, the surveillance footage shows that you left the Sheng residence for an hour and a half last night. Where were you during that time?"

Sheng Weiwei crossed her arms and gently tapped her elbow with her fingertips.

She paused for a moment.

Then, I met the other person's gaze calmly.

"I'm at my boyfriend's villa."

“You can verify this anytime; he lives next door to me.”

...

Boy friend!

When the police arrived at Shengchuang Financial and sought confirmation from Bai Yu, those three words made him relax a bit as he leaned back in his leather chair.

The man's lips curled into a very slight smile, a smile that clearly showed he was enjoying himself.

Their statements were perfectly consistent and matched seamlessly.

The police left quickly.

Yang Fan walked in carrying documents and began his work report.

After the report was finished, he asked one more question.

"Mr. Bai, we haven't sent out our engagement invitations yet. Shall we send them out today?"

Bai Yu tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his voice flat.

"Just send it out according to the list."

Yang Fan then asked, "So, is the bride-to-be's name still left blank, just like we said before?"

Bai Yu nodded. "Yes."

Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged; he simply continued speaking in a professional tone.

"Your and Ms. Tong's dresses have all been custom-made and are ready for pickup. However, the wedding rings have not yet been finalized, so the timeline might be a bit tight."

Bai Yu exhaled a white smoke ring, the smoke blurring his deep features.

"I'll go choose this afternoon."

"OK."

Yang Fan nodded, turned around, and quickly walked out.

Soon, the entire high society received an engagement invitation from Shengchuang Financial, causing an uproar.

Their aloof, elegant, and refined CEO, Mr. Bai, is finally getting engaged!

The fact that the bride's name was omitted only added to the mystery.

Everyone was wildly speculating about the identity of the mysterious bride; being able to attend President Bai's engagement banquet was an immense honor.

Around noon.

Yang Fan personally delivered an invitation to Sheng Weiwei's desk.

That invitation seemed heavier than the others.

Sheng Weiwei opened the high-quality letter with trembling fingertips.

A line of elegant handwriting came into view.

Bai Yu and Tong Hua.

The two names were side by side, incredibly intimate, yet incredibly jarring.

She stared at the card for a long time.

Only four days left.

Four days later, he was to get engaged to another woman.

Her mind seemed a little confused.

Now that the matter is settled, he wants her to go and disrupt the wedding. How can she let the Sheng family lose such a great deal of face?

She said she didn't care, but her eyes gradually reddened...