Sheng Linghan's room is located on the third floor of the villa.

The entire floor belongs to him, and even if he leaves the old house, no one else can enter.

The furnishings inside were exactly the same as before he left.

His certificates of merit and photos are still hanging on the wall.

From a helpless infant to an adult, the long corridor is like a timeline of his youth.

The last photo of him as an adult, taken when he was 18.

That year, my mother died in a car accident, and my father married a stepmother who brought back an illegitimate child.

He was infected with a curse that would prevent him from having children. To survive, he went into seclusion at Qingyun Temple and got a tattoo of Yama, the King of Hell, on his arm.

The young master, who had always grown up in a pampered environment and was naive about the ways of the world, faced the harsh reality of the world in the most tragic way.

No one can be trusted; anyone could be a ruthless monster who drains you dry.

In this world, only you will never betray yourself.

Only yourself can be your own strongest support.

"husband."

Fu Yu wrapped her arms around Sheng Linghan's neck, interrupting his thoughts.

"How will my husband reward me for helping him conceal the fact that he's using Gu poison?"

With only the two of them present, Fu Yu started flirting with Sheng Linghan again, completely disregarding the consequences.

"Does Young Master Sheng really want to have a child with me?"

"I thought you hated touching me."

Fu Yu drew circles on Sheng Linghan's chest with her finger.

Sheng Linghan grabbed her fidgeting fingers and twisted them behind her back.

He whispered a kiss to Fu Yu's lips, the haphazard way of kissing seemingly not for the sake of kissing at all.

It was more like he wanted to devour the woman in front of him.

Fu Yu was dazed and was lifted onto the desk.

The man stretched out his long arm and swept away all the objects in his way.

Strong arms encircled Fu Yu on both sides, like an impenetrable wall.

Fu Yu couldn't see anything; all she could see was Sheng Linghan.

"Young Master."

Sun Ma knocked on the door and then looked at Qi Wen beside her.

"Secretary Qi, if you're looking for the eldest young master, why do I have to knock on the door?"

Qi Wen was heartbroken.

Sun Ma had taken care of Sheng Linghan since he was a child, and in his heart, she was his get-out-of-jail-free card. But Qi Wen was different.

He didn't want to ruin Sheng Linghan's good time tonight, or be punished tomorrow for entering the company with his left foot.

Qi Wen chuckled twice and changed the subject: "Has the young master replied?"

He knew exactly what was going on; Sheng Linghan wouldn't be coming out anytime soon.

Sure enough, after a while, a muffled sound came.

"What's up?"

"The old man personally made soup for you and the eldest young mistress, and told you to be sure to drink it."

"Secretary Qi is also waiting for you outside."

Qi Wen gave Sun Ma a big thumbs up. Yes, don't put him first, otherwise Sheng Linghan will think that he has disturbed his enjoyment.

The consequences are severe.

Sheng Linghan left the room, glanced down at the casserole that Sun Ma was carrying, and gestured to her with his eyes to take it in.

"Come with me."

Qi Wen followed Sheng Linghan to the study on the third floor and handed him the documents that needed to be signed.

"There's something that needs to be dealt with immediately."

Qi Wen was on high alert.

Those reckless underground gangs are causing trouble again.

Or is the group facing a financial crisis?

Or perhaps Xu Yin, this woman, finally couldn't hold back and wanted to tear off the mask?

"Go and find out who Fu Yu has been in contact with since she discovered her background."

Sheng Linghan gripped the pen tightly, casually narrowing down the search area, "Which men did you come into contact with?"

Qi Wen almost strained his back.

Is the young master jealous?

He was worried that Fu Yu might be trying to climb the social ladder by attaching herself to other powerful figures besides him.

Qi Wen suppressed a laugh, "Suppose, young master, I'm just saying suppose, it's just suppose."

"If the young mistress has other men besides you as potential suitors, what will you do?"

How to do it.

Going to your death.

A man who almost met Fu Yu shouldn't have survived.

"You've been talking a lot lately."

Sheng Linghan threw the file back at Qi Wen.

Qi Wen twitched his cheek, barely able to suppress his smile.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Linghan, who is known for his ruthlessness when it comes to swordsmanship and has no woman in his heart, has a real weakness this time.

Sheng Linghan returned to the bedroom, where the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Perhaps Fu Yu was taking a bath.

Sheng Linghan's lips curled into a smile.

The image of her seducing him in a slip dress from the last time flashed through his mind.

That heartless little white dumpling should be locked in the bathroom and given a good lesson.

Squeeze out the black juice.

Only the soft, milky white remains.

Sheng Linghan took a deep breath, his mouth dry from overly restrictive imagining.

He picked up the chilled tonic soup and took a sip.

Fu Yu was taking a shower when she suddenly heard a cracking sound outside the door.

Immediately following was a thud.

It looks like someone has fallen down.

Fu Yu turned off the shower and tentatively called out, "Husband?"

"Sheng Linghan?"

No one responded.

Fu Yu wrapped a bath towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom.

Sheng Linghan was lying on the ground, surrounded by shattered soup bowls.

A shard of metal pierced the back of his hand, and blood gushed out.

But he seemed oblivious, struggling to loosen his tie.

He was breathing heavily, unable to breathe properly.

"Sheng Linghan".

Fu Yu helped him up.

"What's wrong with you? Has the Gu poison flared up again?"

"Don't come any closer!"

Large beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Sheng Linghan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and then been thrown into a volcano.

Pulled between two extremes of extreme cold and extreme heat.

Fu Yu wanted to remove the shards for Sheng Linghan, but as soon as she made a move, Sheng Linghan grabbed her hand, twisted it forcefully, and pinned her against the French windows.

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