Chapter 542 Did you steal the child?
Pushing open the door, Tang Xiaoya, Yan Jin, Shang Mo, and the others were already there.
The entire private room was decorated with dazzling lights, and under the huge crystal chandelier, balloons and ribbons intertwined to create a dreamlike scene.
"Hey, the birthday celebrant has finally arrived!" Ming Shao cheered.
Just then, a striking red figure gracefully entered.
It was Lin Mumu.
She wore a red halter dress today, and her makeup was exquisite.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Shen."
Lin Mumu handed over a beautifully wrapped gift.
"Thanks."
Shen Xin reached out and took it, her tone flat and expressionless.
"I still have some friends over there, so I'll be leaving now." Having achieved her goal, Lin Mumu didn't linger.
Shen Xin nodded.
Wen Youyou sat obediently next to Tang Xiaoya, her gaze fixed on Tang Xiaoya's slightly protruding belly, her eyes wide open.
Wow, is Tang Xin going to have a younger brother or sister?
Tang Xiaoya's face was filled with undisguised happiness.
"Yes, it's been five months."
Yan Jin walked over with a glass of freshly squeezed juice and carefully placed several plates of spicy and sour snacks in front of Tang Xiaoya.
A scene flashed through his mind: many years ago, she and Qingning were in a similar private room, eating chicken wings without any regard for their image—it looked so tempting.
"Thank you." Tang Xiaoya took the juice.
Wen Youyou leaned close to Tang Xiaoya's ear, whispered something, and then laughed.
Tang Xiaoya smiled, raised her hand and gently patted Wen Youyou, then leaned over to whisper in her ear. The two sisters had an exceptionally close relationship.
Not long after, Shen Xin's phone rang.
He stepped out of the private room and went to the quiet corridor to answer the phone.
It was my younger sister, Shen Li, calling.
Happy birthday, brother!
He hummed in agreement and chatted with her for a few minutes.
The man had one hand in his trouser pocket; he was tall and slender, and the light and shadow of the corridor fell on him, making him look ridiculously handsome.
Sudden.
The door to a private room not far away was suddenly flung open.
Lin Mumu's figure flashed by, only to be roughly dragged back!
Shen Xin frowned, hung up the phone, and strode over.
He kicked the door open.
The room was dimly lit, and a peculiar sweet fragrance wafted through the air.
"Help! Help!"
Lin Mumu was pinned down on the sofa by a strange man, her clothes disheveled.
Shen Xin rushed forward and punched the man, making him turn his head to the side.
The man staggered to his feet, seized the opportunity to open the door, and ran away.
"President Shen!"
Lin Mumu cried and rushed into his arms.
"Thank goodness you came. I was so scared... If it had been any later, I really don't know what would have happened..."
"I'm glad you're alright."
Shen Xin tried to push her away, but as soon as she finished speaking, a strong feeling of dizziness hit her.
He swayed, feeling utterly powerless.
"President Shen? What's wrong?"
Lin Mumu quickly supported him, pressing her entire body against him.
"Have you had too much to drink? Let me help you upstairs to rest for a bit."
Something's not right.
Shen Xin felt an unusual heat rising in her body, spreading from her lower abdomen to her limbs and bones.
"Get out of the way."
His voice was already a little hoarse.
"Don't touch me." He pushed her away forcefully.
Lin Mumu's soft body pressed against him once again, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
"Mr. Shen, are you feeling very unwell...? I can stay with you..."
This post completely ignited the fire within him.
Shen Xin's consciousness began to blur, and her rationality gradually crumbled under the influence of the drugs.
He really wanted to.
He knew he was under the influence of something unclean.
Lin Mumu helped him, who could barely stand, towards the elevator.
Her hand roamed over his arm, her fingertips burning hot.
Shen Xin clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, using the last of his strength to resist his body's instincts.
With every step he took, it felt like he was fighting against another version of himself.
“Mr. Shen, don’t be afraid, I’m here…” she whispered in his ear, her voice seductive.
The elevator doors opened, and she helped him inside, pressing the button for the top-floor guest room.
at the same time.
Inside the private room, Wen Youyou's phone screen lit up briefly.
It was a multimedia message sent from an unknown number.
Click to open.
In the photo, Shen Xin is being held by Lin Mumu as the two walk intimately into a guest room.
Below is a room number: 2808.
Wen Youyou's eyes instantly turned cold.
She suddenly stood up, said nothing, and rushed out.
She rushed to the top floor and frantically searched for room 2808.
As soon as she stood in front of the door, she heard a sound coming from inside that made her blood freeze.
It was a woman's soft moans and a man's heavy breathing.
Her mind went blank.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Mumu's wailing scream pierced through the door panel.
"Mr. Shen...be gentle...it hurts!"
Wen Youyou was trembling all over.
She went mad, raising her hand to pound on the door and shouting from outside, "Chen Xin! Open the door! Open the door for me!"
Tears streamed down my face.
But the continuous roar inside tore a huge hole in her heart, causing her unbearable pain.
She took one last look at the closed door, turned around, cried, and ran away.
Five minutes later.
"Bang!"
The tightly closed door was forcefully flung open from the inside.
Shen Xin's tall figure rushed out, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
On the back of his right hand, a gruesome wound was exposed, with flesh torn open and blood dripping from his well-defined knuckles onto the carpet.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Come pick me up at the club entrance."
His voice was low, carrying a calm before the storm.
"Don't disturb them."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and leaned weakly against the cold wall, his chest heaving violently, clearly still under the influence of the drug.
In the apartment.
Wen Youyou lay on the bed, wailing loudly.
She had just given herself to him completely yesterday.
When he held her, he was so gentle; when he kissed her, he cherished her so much.
He said, "Youyou, you're mine now."
And what was the result?
Today, right today!
He and Lin Mumu... that woman's voice, every sound was like a sharp blade, repeatedly cutting into her nerves.
Wen Youyou cried until she was completely exhausted and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, early morning.
As soon as it was dawn, Wen Youyou got out of bed.
Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and her face still bore dried tear stains.
She walked into the bedroom without a word and dragged out the pink suitcase.
I opened the wardrobe and stuffed my things in, one by one.
There were supposed to be two more days of holiday left.
But now, every second here is torture for her.
She didn't want to stay a moment longer.
As she zipped up her suitcase, she took one last look at the apartment filled with memories of her and him.
Then, he left without looking back.
VIP ward at the city's central hospital.
Shen Xin opened his eyes, and the smell of disinfectant made him frown slightly.
The two wounds on my hands have been properly bandaged, but I still feel a dull ache.
He sat up, and his first words were...
Where's Youyou?
Mo Chuan, who was standing to the side, bowed and reported in a low voice.
"Mr. Shen, Miss Wen went back to school early this morning."
Shen Xin's movements stopped.
"Back to school?"
"Yes, she said she had something to do at school and was going back a day early."
Shen Xin's face instantly turned cold.
Urgent? What urgent matter could she possibly have?
The man's aura was frighteningly low, making the air in the ward feel thin.
Mo Chuan didn't dare to breathe.
After a long while, Shen Xin finally spoke, each word sharp and icy.
"Cancel all cooperation with Lin Mumu."
"yes."
"Notification across all channels."
"yes."
"Ban"
"yes."
...
Yancheng.
A beautiful city.
It is known as the "Smoky City" because of the frequent fog in the early morning.
As night fell, the convoy slowly drove into a beautiful manor, finally arriving after a day and a night's journey.
Chen Kuo led them out of the car.
The estate has several luxurious villas, built in an extravagant style.
The butler and servants were already lined up and waiting, with many brothers standing nearby. Upon seeing the newcomer, they immediately shouted excitedly.
"Brother Yi!"
"Brother Yi is back!"
Yang Yi remained expressionless, merely nodding slightly at them before walking straight inside.
His aura was so strong that people automatically parted wherever he went.
Shen Li silently followed beside him, like a dutiful wife.
The butler respectfully led them into the master bedroom.
As soon as the door opened, Shen Li's pupils suddenly contracted.
Because there was a huge oil painting hanging on the wall directly opposite the bed.
The woman in the painting is wearing a bright red dress and is dancing gracefully on a stage.
That woman, it was her.
This is a solo dance she performed at her graduation party.
It was one of the few shining moments in her life.
Yang Yi was also startled by the woman in the painting.
This is the woman.
Is she really his wife?
He has forgotten her.
He looked at the painting, completely unaware that it had been his spiritual nourishment for three years.
Countless sleepless nights, he would stare at her in the painting, lost in thought, his longing for her piercing to the bone.
He turned his head to look at Shen Li beside him, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Are you tired? Go and rest."
Shen Li asked him, "Do you want to take a shower?"
She added another sentence in a low voice.
"Your wound shouldn't get wet, but I can help you."
"No need," Yang Yi said coldly.
He took his clothes from the dressing room and turned to go into the bathroom.
Not long after, the bathroom door opened.
When Yang Yi came out, his black hair was still dripping with water, and water droplets slid down his sharp jawline.
He was wearing only a simple gray loungewear set, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders and muscular chest, outlining a perfect inverted triangle physique.
Shen Li was stunned.
This man is practically walking hormones.
She quickly grabbed a bathrobe and slipped into the bathroom as well.
When she finally came out, Yang Yi was no longer in the room.
She was the only one left in the huge room.
She walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down.
A moment later, the door was gently pushed open.
Yang Yi came in.
With the help of the nightlight, he stood by the bed and looked intently at the woman on the bed.
She is very beautiful.
Her features were delicate, and her long eyelashes cast a soft shadow under her eyes.
He looked at it intently, trying hard to recall.
But I just can't remember it.
Just how much I love her.
He loved her so much that he hung huge photos of her all over his room.
He reached out and pulled the blanket back up from her seat.
As if sensing something, Shen Li, who was under the quilt, moved slightly like a kitten and shrank further into the quilt.
Yang Yi stopped moving.
In the end, he turned and left.
He went to another room.
He felt uncomfortable sharing a bed with a strange woman.
The next day.
When Shen Li woke up, the seat next to her was empty.
She reached out and touched it; it was ice-cold.
He didn't come home to sleep at all last night.
Shen Li felt as if something was blocking her chest, making her feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
After washing up, she slowly went downstairs.
Inside the restaurant, Yang Yi was already seated at the head of the table, looking down at a document.
He wore a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong, muscular physique. The morning light outlined his handsome profile, highlighting his high nose bridge and well-defined jawline.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze calmly falling on her.
"woke up?"
"Mm." Shen Li pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.
The servants quickly brought over breakfast, one of which was seafood porridge, because seafood is a common dish here since we live near the sea.
A strong, fishy smell wafted over.
Shen Li's stomach churned instantly.
"vomit……"
She suddenly covered her mouth, her face turned pale, and she pushed back the chair and rushed to the bathroom.
The sound of gagging could be heard intermittently.
Yang Yi frowned.
"From now on, no seafood should be served on the table." The man's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.
"Yes, sir."
A short while later, Shen Li returned, carrying a cup of warm water, her complexion still not very good.
Yang Yi looked at her.
Are you alright?
She shook her head and didn't say anything.
He pulled out a chair, sat down, silently drank two sips of milk, and tore off a few pieces of bread.
The Yang Yi before me was more indifferent than at any time in the past three years.
It was a kind of alienation etched into one's very bones.
Her heart still couldn't help but ache.
“You can tell me about the past,” he suddenly said.
Shen Li paused for a moment, then looked up at him.
"Tell me, how did we meet?" He leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on her, as if waiting for an answer.
A faint flame rekindled in Shen Li's heart.
She cleared her throat and began to speak from the beginning.
"At first, you were my bodyguard..."
She spoke very slowly and in great detail.
From the tense atmosphere of their first meeting to their eventual attraction to each other.
Yang Yi listened with great interest, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, as if he were reconstructing those vanished scenes in his mind as he followed her narration.
An hour passed.
Shen Li finally finished telling the story of the two of them.
After she finished speaking, she was stunned.
It turns out that their actual interactions were pitifully few.
After listening, Yang Yi stroked his chin thoughtfully.
He concluded.
So, you were the one who pursued me.
Shen Li: "..."
That sounds so awkward.
But it seems there's nothing wrong with it.
"...I guess so," she replied vaguely.
As for what happened next, how he relentlessly pursued her and how he perfectly embodied the "wife-chasing-after-the-cremation" scenario, she didn't mention a single word.
I was afraid of scaring him.
After all, he's just an innocent, naive girl right now, and can't handle any shocks.
"So, in bed, you were the one who initiated it?" Yang Yi suddenly asked. "Did you steal the child?"
Shen Li: ...
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