Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Who Can Cure Her Illness?
“Thank God, Han Zhe, thank you,” Han Ruixin sobbed into a smile, extending her hand to grasp Han Zhe’s.
The words behind Han Zhe got stuck in his throat, and his brows knitted into a line.
Over the years, because of Han Ruixin’s illness, the Han Family had used every connection, big and small, to seek out famous doctors, yet no one had ever been able to cure her illness.
If there had to be one person who could, it would only be that man…
When Sheng Shaochen hurried back to Jin City from Han City, it was already one o’clock in the morning.
He had Guan Jiu take him straight back to Shengjing Garden.
Heading straight for Ye Shu’s room.
The room door was locked.
Sheng Shaochen knocked on the door, with no response.
He took out his keys, unlocked the door, and found it completely empty, not a soul inside.
Adding to that, earlier attempts to call her had gone unanswered.
Panic began to set in Sheng Shaochen’s heart.
Once again, he dialed Ye Shu’s cell phone.
This time, the phone connected, but the sounds that came through were of loud, raucous music.
A woman’s voice, slightly tipsy, came through, “Hello, hello…” The voice was loud and seemed to indicate she was drunk.
Sheng Shaochen’s expression turned abruptly dark.
This disobedient little thing, not coming home after nine o’clock was one thing, but now she had the gall to indulge in drinking habits?
“Where are you?” he growled through clenched teeth.
“What did you say? I can’t hear you, say it again! Hello, hello, speak up!” the woman’s voice grew louder.
Sheng Shaochen wanted to say more, but the person on the other end cursed “sick in the head” and hung up.
Sheng Shaochen stood there with a cold face, staring at the darkened phone screen.
Seconds later, he dialed dozens of numbers.
There was only one order, “Search through all the entertainment venues in the city, and find Ye Shu’s location immediately.”
Five minutes later, Sheng Shaochen received a specific location—Meilan Garden!
By the time Sheng Shaochen arrived, it was already two o’clock in the morning.
At the entrance of Meilan Garden stood two rows of black-clad bodyguards, stretching from the entrance all the way inside, leading directly to booth number eight.
They were ready at any moment to escort away any women who came close to this path.
By the time Ye Shu came out, she was too drunk to walk straight.
Her left hand rested on Ye Zifeng’s shoulder, and her right hand on one of Ye Zifeng’s buddies’ shoulder.
She staggered forward, supported between them.
Behind her, an entourage of men and women, still high-spirited, followed and made their way noisily outside.
Ye Shu noticed the imposing line of bodyguards and furrowed her brow.
“Where did all these bad omens come from? Dressed all in black, who are you trying to scare? I want to make a complaint; this entertainment city has turned a fun place into a zone of terror!”
Ye Shu burped from the alcohol, her steps unsteady.
Periodically, she patted the faces of Ye Zifeng and his buddies, “Right, don’t you guys agree?”
“Yes, exactly, the service attitude is terrible.”
“It’s not like we owe them money.”
They laughed and joked, stumbling forward.
Suddenly, shrieks from Xia Ruchu and several other girls erupted from behind, “What are you doing, let go, let go!”
Her friends, hearing the screams, all rushed over to help.
Ye Shu also wanted to join in the excitement.
But her small body was swept up by a pair of strong hands into an embrace.
At the same time, everything behind her was blocked off by a line of imposing bodyguards.
Ye Shu’s petite frame was now flush against Sheng Shaochen’s chest.
The grip he had on her waist was firm.
She felt as if her whole body was about to snap in half from the pain.
She cried out, “What are you doing? Is this place a black shop, trying to rob someone drunk?”
“Do you even realize you’re drunk, huh?” The familiar, icy voice pressed down from above.
Ye Shu shivered unexpectedly.
A flicker of fear instinctively crossed her mind.
But it was quickly numbed by the rising alcohol.
She lifted her drunken, beautiful eyes to stare at the man in front of her.
One layer, two layers, three layers…