Chapter 27 Save her life and send her back to Qingchuan
Seeing Shen Yurou's lifeless appearance, Shen Wangchuan and Shen Yichuan dared not say anything more.
Filled with guilt and worry, I silently left the ward.
Chairman Shen took one last look at Shen Yurou on the hospital bed, then turned away heavily, leaving with Madam Shen.
Only Shen Yurou, who was "sleeping," remained in the ward.
The moment the ward door was gently closed, Shen Yurou slowly opened her eyes.
Where is there now even a trace of vulnerability and sorrow in those eyes that were just filled with despair and tears?
All that remained was extreme cold and a glimmer of triumphant glint.
She looked at the pristine white ceiling, and a twisted upward smirk appeared on her lips.
The self-inflicted injury ruse... has succeeded.
These idiots are still so easy to fool.
Next, we need to think about how to completely get rid of that eyesore, Shen Yuepo.
Brother Yu Bai can only be hers!
The brightly lit hall of the Shen family mansion.
Mrs. Shen sat on the sofa, utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Looking at her husband and two sons, all she could think of was Yu Rou's pale, desperate face and the glaring gauze on her wrist in the hospital.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, as if she remembered something extremely important but forgotten, and she sat bolt upright: "Where is Moon Soul?!"
She looked around and was shocked to realize that she had completely forgotten about her biological daughter, whom she had just found, in the past two days.
Shen Yurou's suicide was like a huge whirlpool, sucking away all the attention and emotions of the Shen family.
Shen Wangchuan and Shen Yichuan were also stunned when they heard this, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the guest room where Shen Yuepo had been placed.
"Old Wang!" Madam Shen immediately called out to the housekeeper.
Butler Wang strode forward: "Madam?"
"Where is the young lady? Is she still in her room?" Madam Shen asked anxiously.
“Reporting to Madam,” the butler replied respectfully, “the eldest young lady seemed to have gone out yesterday morning. It seems she went to the ancestral home in Qingchuan.”
"The ancestral home?" Madam Shen exclaimed in surprise.
A strong sense of guilt overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
When Shen Yurou had an accident, she was so flustered that she completely ignored Yuepo's feelings.
The child had just returned home from the mountains and was unfamiliar with the area when he was left in a cold guest room.
She subconsciously reached for her phone to make a call, only to realize with a start that she hadn't even saved Shen Yuepo's phone number.
A sense of panic and helplessness welled up inside me.
"Oh."
Just then, a mocking laugh rang out.
Shen Yichuan leaned against the armrest of the sofa, the redness and swelling on one side of his face still not subsided.
Seeing his mother's flustered state, he spoke in a sarcastic tone:
"Mom, why are you in such a hurry? Miss Shen is very capable! She's only been back for a few days, and she's already currying favor with the Xiao and Jiang families and staying at the ancestral home. Why should we worry about her?"
He deliberately raised his voice, which was full of malice:
“Yu Rou was almost in this state, and she didn’t even bother to go to the hospital to see her, let alone ask about her condition.”
Turning around and rushing to the ancestral home in such a hurry? What? Are you so eager to be included in the family genealogy and acknowledge your ancestors so you can rightfully claim a share of the Shen family's assets?!
Madam Shen gripped her phone tightly, stepped forward, and slapped him across the face: "Yichuan, that's your sister!"
“I never admitted to that,” Shen Yichuan scoffed.
Shen Wangchuan frowned, but did not immediately speak up to defend Shen Yichuan as he had done before.
He just stood there silently, looking at his mother with mixed feelings, then glancing at Shen Yichuan, and finally said nothing.
Chairman Shen gave him a deep look and said in a deep voice, "Wang Chuan, come to the study with me."
Before leaving, Shen Wangchuan looked at Shen Yichuan's swollen face and asked, "What happened to your face?"
Shen Yichuan's eyes flickered, and his expression became somewhat unnatural. "That brat Shen Yuepo did it."
...
Inside the study.
Chairman Shen did not sit down immediately. Instead, he stood with his back to Shen Wangchuan in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the deep night outside.
Only one desk lamp was on in the study, casting a dim light that illuminated his tense figure.
“Wangchuan,” he began, his voice low, “there are no outsiders here. Tell me the truth.”
He slowly turned around, his sharp, insightful eyes, accustomed to the business world, now fixed intently on Shen Wangchuan's face:
Regarding Yu Rou's suicide...
Chairman Shen paused deliberately, then emphasized, "What do you think?"
Shen Wangchuan's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
He looked up and met his father's scrutinizing gaze, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Dad,” Shen Wangchuan’s voice was hoarse, but he forced himself to speak, “It’s too much of a coincidence.”
His voice was low and deep. "The Xiao family had just accused her of murder, and we had just begun to have some doubts when she used such a drastic method to prove her innocence at this critical juncture. The timing was too precise."
He didn't say it was fake directly, but the implication was clear in his words.
Chairman Shen sighed deeply, his eyes filled with the same complex emotions and struggle: "You suspect she's faking it?"
Shen Wangchuan remained silent for a few seconds, then finally shook his head, his face showing a rare look of confusion and uncertainty:
“I…I don’t know. I looked at the cut on her wrist, at the blood on the ground, and at the despair in her eyes when she woke up.”
Those were real wounds, real blood, and a heart utterly broken. I can't convince myself it was all an act.
He paused, his voice lower, filled with deep weariness:
"But those coincidences are like thorns stuck in my mind, I can't pull them out. My intuition tells me that things aren't that simple."
But reason tells me that Yu Rou is, after all, the younger sister we watched grow up, how could she possibly…
He paused, then didn't continue.
Chairman Shen also fell silent.
"I share your thoughts," Chairman Shen said, his voice hoarse and weary.
"The blood was real, the wounds were real, and her despair at the time may have been real. But did that despair stem from the injustice of being wronged, or from the fear of being exposed? We don't know."
He turned around: "But I know Xiao Zhengqing. He would never speak rashly unless he was absolutely certain."
“Then…” Shen Wangchuan looked at Chairman Shen.
"Keep a close eye on her from now on," Chairman Shen said decisively.
"If she really did kill him..." A hint of struggle flashed in the eyes of this usually ruthless business tycoon.
"...Save her life and send her back to Qingchuan."
After all, she was the daughter he had raised for eighteen years. The sword that had cut through countless business battles ultimately failed to fall completely.
"Okay," Shen Wangchuan replied softly, his voice slightly hoarse.
In a daze, he saw the little girl who always liked to tug at his sleeve again.
She would secretly pick out the celery he hated and put it in her own bowl, and quietly place a cup of ginseng tea in his bowl when he was working late into the night.
Memories of eighteen years of living and working together surged like a tidal wave, washing away all reason and leaving one teetering on the brink of collapse.
He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.
Even if the evidence is irrefutable, even if everyone condemns it.
In his heart, Shen Yurou, who would softly call him "Big Brother," will always be the little girl who hid under the cherry blossom tree and handed him a piece of cotton candy.
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