Chapter 219: Get Out If You Don’t Want To
At Chen Lang's funeral, except for Jiang Ranran who left the base, all the other younger generations were present.
It was drizzling that day. Chen Yang was holding a black umbrella with the top of the umbrella slightly tilted to block the slanting wind and rain for Chen Yao.
Chen Yao was still running a fever, her cheeks were unhealthily flushed, and she occasionally coughed in suppressed pain.
The head of the Shen family, Mr. Shen Lang, passed away. Shen Yang was a playboy, Shen Bai was mild-tempered, and Shen Yao was obsessed with the laboratory. It seemed that there was no one in the Shen family who could support the overall situation.
More than one person from each of the base's forces thought of this.
So, when the body of the previous head of the base was still warm, those people came and went at the old man's funeral, testing each other.
Vaguely hearing some bad talk, Shen Yao covered her lips and coughed, then whispered: "Brother, those people..."
"Don't worry about them." Shen Yang pulled her coat tighter and whispered, "I've achieved my goal. They want this base, so take it."
Just take it, and see if these idiots can keep it.
"Brother." Holding his brother's hand, Shen Yao coughed, his voice a little hoarse, "If you don't want to continue... just quit."
Let those people fight for it. What's the good of that position? When people are in high positions, there are always many things that are beyond their control. Isn't Shen Lang the best example?
The old man spent his entire life pushing the Shen family to the top, and then after reaching the top, he was always worried... What's the good of it?
"If we can't stay at Xiling Base, we can go somewhere else."
The girl is well protected and her thoughts are very innocent.
Go somewhere else?
Where can the Shen family go if they leave the Xiling base?
What's more, like Shen Lang, he also has several lives on his shoulders.
However, he did not say these words.
Shen Yang chuckled and touched his sister's head: "I know."
After seeing off the guests who came to pay their respects, he instructed Zheng Li to send Shen Yao back to her room to rest, and Shen Yang went to the study alone.
The study was previously used by Chen Lang. After the old man passed away, the layout of the study did not change in a short period of time.
Shen Yang walked to the sofa where he usually sat, then lit a cigarette.
He hadn't smoked for a long time, and the first puff of cigarette he took into his lungs was a bit choking.
The man coughed muffledly.
"Ayang." Hearing the cough, Zheng Li stopped at the door and knocked gently. "You got caught in the rain. I'll ask the kitchen to make you some ginger soup."
The man stopped coughing, holding a cigarette between his lips, and mumbled, "No need."
Zheng Li left without saying anything.
After quickly finishing a cigarette, Shen Yang put his feet on the coffee table in front of him and nonchalantly lit another one.
…
The girl knocked on the door with ginger soup in her hand, but got no response. She carefully pushed the door open, but before she could step in, she was choked by the smell of smoke.
She suppressed a cough and stood at the door waiting for the smell of smoke to dissipate before walking into the study.
The man was crushing his cigarette butt into the ashtray. When he saw her, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What are you doing here?"
Why is this woman still here? Didn't Zheng Li just assign her a job and send her away?
Seeing his rejection, the girl silently put down the tray in her hand and gestured: "Butler Zheng said to drink it while it's hot."
He didn't understand sign language, lit a cigarette, and said impatiently: "Put it here, get out."
She pursed her lips and stared at the cigarette at his fingertips, her face hesitant.
She didn't leave, and Shen Yang didn't even look at her.
He leaned on the sofa, frowned slightly, and there was a look of fatigue between his brows.
He did not drive him away again. The girl hesitated, poured the ginger soup from the soup bowl into the bowl, poked him gently, and waited for him to open his eyes, then she handed the bowl to him.
Shen Yang stared at the bowl for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the girl's pale little face.
He gave a playful smile.
Looking at his smile, the girl blinked, not quite understanding the meaning of his smile.
Without further embarrassment to her, Shen Yang took the bowl and drank it all.
When the girl opened her mouth and wanted to tell him that it was hot, the man had already finished drinking the ginger soup as if nothing had happened.
He put down the bowl, hooked his fingers, and his every move returned to his usual frivolous and carefree nature.
"come over."
The girl leaned over.
The moment she leaned forward, the man grabbed her arm and, without giving her a chance to struggle, pulled her onto his legs and hugged her.
“…” The girl opened her mouth but no sound came out.
Shen Yang lowered his head and sniffed the top of her hair, thinking thoughtfully: "It seems that you have been living well in the Shen family these days?"
The girl stiffened her body and nodded - Butler Zheng took good care of her, and the servants were all respectful to her.
"Uncle Zheng is very good to you? Do you know why?"
The slender fingers gently stroked her face, and the slightly cool fingertips made her subconsciously want to avoid it, but she forced herself to hold it back.
"Because they all think that you are my woman."
A deep laugh escaped her, and as she was held in his arms, she could feel the slight vibration of his chest.
But the man's tone didn't sound very cheerful.
She didn't dare answer.
"Do you want to be my woman?"
His fingertips followed the contours of his cheek, slid to his neck, and continued down.
His voice was slightly hoarse, like a devil tempting mortals to fall: "I have many women, and I never refuse any beautiful girl - if you want, I can fulfill your wish now."
As he finished speaking, she held his rebellious fingers.
"Hmm?" He trailed off with a slight quirk. He tightened his grip around her waist and said in a deep voice, "Are you scared?"
The girl pursed her lips and gestured: "I'm not afraid, I just don't want to."
She bet that he would stop after being rejected.
Still not understanding what she was talking about, Shen Yang pushed her away: "If you're afraid, get out."
"... Ugh!" She was pushed to the ground and accidentally bumped into the table leg next to her.
Shen Yang didn't even look at her: "Don't bother me in the future - I'm not interested in women who can't play well."
He had no interest in her and lay on his side, but he didn't continue to light the cigarette.
The girl got up from the ground, packed up the tray, and went out with it.
…
Hearing the footsteps going away, Shen Yang sat up from the sofa and called Zhong Qian over.
"team leader?"
"For the time being, I'll temporarily leave Team One's affairs in your care. If you ask, just say that my grandfather died, and I've been devastated and drinking at home to drown my sorrows."
Zhong Qian: "..." Boss, what tricks are you playing?
"Also, have the guy from Group Z come see me."
"Team Z?" Zhong Qian recalled the news he had received. "Xiao Yuan sent a message two days ago saying that Chen Feng had taken Team Z out hunting and hadn't returned yet."
Hunting, as the name suggests, is hunting zombies and mutant beasts.
Only those psychopaths in Group Z would go out and hunt zombies without any points or rewards.
They take pleasure in it.
"Has Shen Feng heard about the news of Shen Shuai's death?"
"They haven't come back yet, and we haven't told him yet."
"Then let him come back to see me, and I'll tell him in person." Shen Yang smiled grimly, "I think, for him, this news is worth celebrating."
(End of this chapter)
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