Chapter 6: Minefield Rage

The man just stared at him silently, his eyes calm and cold as ice.

Until he took Mingzhu in his arms and took her away.

The man didn't make any movement or say a word.

Lin Huaiyan, Mingzhu’s childhood friend.

It is also a permanent thorn in his heart.

Before he showed up.

Almost everyone thought that the two of them would end up together.

Sheng Yuan still clearly remembers how much self-control he exerted at that time.

I barely managed to restrain myself from losing my composure in front of everyone.

So as not to make the situation too ugly.

He is too worried about gains and losses.

The pearl that was obtained with great difficulty.

And he was only twenty years old at that time.

He seems so immature among Mingzhu's mature and outstanding suitors.

They didn't take my strength seriously at all.

But he was the only one favored by the goddess of luck.

Even now, Sheng Yuan is not sure why Mingzhu chose him, who was not at all remarkable.

After that incident.

He had to coax and persuade Mingzhu to agree.

Next time I go out to play, I will tell him in advance and I will never stay out all night.

Even though Lin Huaiyan is already married now.

There is no possibility for him and Mingzhu anymore.

But when he saw that scene, he felt angry, crazy and jealous.

It still affects his mood until now.

"Drive faster." Sheng Yuan clenched his fists and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Cheng responded, no longer caring about the speed limit in the city, and drove faster and faster.

The Ming family's manor is located in the most valuable area of ​​Shanghai.

Covering a vast area and shaded by green trees, it is like a paradise hidden in the city.

Mingzhu looked at the familiar scenery around her.

She is home.

"Ma'am, we're here."

After the car stopped, the driver reminded.

"You go back to Jing City directly."

Mingzhu doesn't want to return to Beijing in the short term.

"Madam, I can't..."

The driver spoke quickly, how could he dare to go back alone.

"Go back if you're told to."

Mingzhu carried her bag and looked at the white main building in front of her.

"Yes, ma'am."

But the driver had no way to deal with Mingzhu.

The car left.

Mingzhu walked slowly along the garden path.

The surrounding landscape lights are still on, just like when grandpa was still alive.

Ever since grandpa passed away.

There were no longer any permanent servants in the manor.

There are only people who come to clean regularly.

It was not desolate and still remained the same as when she left two years ago.

Mingzhu stopped in front of a swing.

Looking at the swing in front of me, I stroked the chain on it.

The swing looks a bit abrupt and rough in this carefully designed garden.

But it has been here for many years.

The swing was made for her by her grandfather himself.

When she was a child, she especially liked her grandfather pushing the swing for her, and then they would laugh happily together.

The memory of my own laughter still echoes in my ears.

Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago.

There is no longer that old man in this manor who indulges her unconditionally in everything and waits for her to come home.

But she still wants to go home whenever she is unhappy.

Not the one in Beijing, but here.

Even though I'm already forty-two years old.

She still felt that no matter what she did or what trouble she got into.

Grandpa is still alive and will help her clean up the mess.

No matter where you are, your heart will only be truly at peace here.

The constant vibration of her cell phone brought Mingzhu back to her senses.

After Mingzhu saw that it was Sheng Yuan calling, she turned her phone to silent mode.

She didn't want to talk to Sheng Yuan for the time being.

Mingzhu lay down in her room.

Look at the pink princess decorations around you.

I laughed softly, so childish.

At the age of forty-two, she lay there like a child who refused to grow up.

There was still a busy tone on the receiver.

Sheng Yuan clenched his phone tightly.

He stared at the words "missed call" displayed on the screen without blinking.

Sheng Yuan kicked the sofa next to him in annoyance.

"Mingzhu, are you fucking deaf?"

No one answered the phone for so long.

Sheng Yuan threw his phone against the sofa, leaving a dent on the surface.

Mingzhu went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

This was almost stepping on his minefield.

Ever since he took charge of the Sheng family, he rarely gets angry like this.

Sheng Yuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down violently, and the anger in his chest was boiling.

The burning went from the stomach to the temples, and the veins on the forehead were throbbing.

The fingertips still retained the stiffness from dialing the number just now.

But the receiver was still playing the same mechanical voice, "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

The second hand of the wall clock moves slowly.

Sheng Yuan suddenly grabbed the glass on the coffee table and smashed it to the ground.

Glass shards mixed with the freshly poured hot water splashed everywhere.

He seemed not to notice.

Just staring at the black phone screen.

He managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

"Okay, very good."

How dare you not answer the phone.

Obviously the old man has passed away.

Who is there in Shanghai and why does she want to go back?

Aunt Liu hadn't left yet, but she had already been frightened by this scene.

She had never seen Sheng Yuan so out of control.

Sheng Yuan grabbed the car keys.

I was just planning to go directly to Shanghai to bring Mingzhu back.

But the inexplicable depression that rose in his heart made him stop abruptly.

Why should he go find Mingzhu again?

Do you want him to try to please others and flatter them again?

He is now rich, powerful and handsome.

Is there any woman that he can't find or get?

Why do you have to do this when you are already in your forties?

Spend your whole life on an old and ugly woman.

Why!

Why!

Why!

He knew going home was a wrong decision.

"Boss Sheng, why are you back again?"

Someone asked with a thick tongue.

It's still early and everyone is still here.

The atmosphere in the box was warm and filled with smoke.

The noisy environment barely made Sheng Yuan's extremely ugly expression look a little better.

Many people are already drunk, and once the atmosphere is like this, many things will become more unscrupulous.

They started to touch each other and tease each other.

Sheng Yuan poured himself a drink without saying a word, feeling the wine burning from his throat all the way to his stomach.

Suddenly someone burped and spoke loudly.

"Hiccup~ Mr. Chen, can you let me play with her? Damn, she's so tempting."

The person who was called didn't mind at all.

Instead, he lifted the face of the woman next to him with his hand.

So that she can be seen more clearly.

"Hahaha, okay, Mr. Fan, then what about the project in the north of the city..."

As he said this, he pushed the woman into his arms.

"Sure, sure."

The man hugged her and laughed loudly.

"Come here and let me see."

Sheng Yuan suddenly spoke, causing the box to fall silent for a moment.

Everyone in Beijing knows that Sheng Yuan is famous for his integrity.

He is deeply in love with his wife and never looks for other women outside.

Usually when we go out we just drink nearby.

Why are you asking for it today?

They had drunk quite a bit of wine, and their brains were a little slow, but no one dared to disrespect Sheng Yuan.

"Hurry up, President Sheng is calling you."

The man didn't miss it either.

The woman looked at Sheng Yuan's handsome face with sharp edges trapped in the shadows.

Suddenly my heart started pounding.

Sheng Yuan is the most outstanding person in this box.

But at the beginning, he was very cold and didn't like women at all.

But I don’t know why, but when I came back after going out, I fell in love with her.

If it's this man, even if he doesn't give me money.

Then she also felt that she was not at a disadvantage.

The woman walked up to Sheng Yuan.

Then she slowly knelt at his feet.

Sheng Yuan pinched her chin.

Look closely in the dim light.

After a while, he looked away in boredom, took out a tissue and wiped his fingers vigorously.

Two thin, almost ruthless lips opened slightly.

"dirty."