"I’ve said it before, whoever offends you, I’ll teach them a lesson on your behalf."
The voice that hit the ground rang out with an unyielding deterrent force.
Shi Yu’s mouth held a thin smile, his unruly and defiant demeanor, arrogant and unrestrained.
Ye Jin looked at him, momentarily lost in her thoughts, but she quickly pulled herself back to reality.
Just as she was about to speak, she saw Shi Yu take Shen Cheng’s hand and stride out with her.
Ye Jin intended to chase after them, but as the door closed with a heavy thud, her idea was cut off.
Sun Yan had just locked up the men he had rendered useless in an abandoned warehouse and before having a chance to question them, his phone rang.
Seeing Shi Yu as the caller, he answered the phone quickly.
On the other side of the call, Shi Yu gave a brief command and then hung up.
Sun Yan ordered his men to guard the man well before hurrying out of the warehouse.
When Ye Jin received a call informing her that her four beauty salons and six branded perfume stores had all been smashed, she was so shocked that her face drained of color, and she collapsed to the ground, her legs giving way beneath her.
Her hand holding the phone trembled, and her voice shook as she asked, "Who... Who did this!"
The person on the other end was silent for a while, summoning courage before speaking slowly: "It was the young master."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jin’s head buzzed, and then she lost consciousness.
The servants’ voices echoed one after another; Ye Jin heard them clearly, but she just couldn’t come to.
Shi Yaoguang, hearing the commotion, came down from upstairs to see the servants helping the fainted Ye Jin to her feet and his face changed, "What’s happened, how is Madam?"
"Madam must have been too tired and fainted," the servants, not knowing the true reason, naturally dared not speculate.
"Hurry up and call the private doctor!"
Coming out from the castle, the smile never left Shi Yu’s sharply defined face, clearly in a good mood.
Shen Cheng walked behind him, somewhat depressed.
Because she had spent a great deal of effort crying before, her eyes were still somewhat red.
To those unaware, it might seem like she was a victim of domestic violence, with none other than Shi Yu as the likely perpetrator.
After walking some distance, Shen Cheng suddenly stopped.
The fierce pain coming from her back was becoming unbearable, and she leaned against a stone lion by the road, slowly squatting down.
Large beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead.
She bit her lip hard, not making a sound despite the severe pain prompting cold sweats.
Noticing something was amiss, Shi Yu stopped and turned back to look at her.
Drenched in sweat, with her face pale, it was clear she was seriously hurt.
Seeing her in agony, Shi Yu’s gaze darkened, and his brows involuntarily furrowed together.
"Does it hurt?" His voice was icy cold, his eyes slightly narrowed, as frigid as millennia-old ice.
"It’s none of your business!"
Even in this situation, Shen Cheng remained stubborn, as if the words "give in" were absent from her dictionary.
If it were any other woman, they might have already hidden away to giggle secretly at evoking such concern from Shi Yu.
But Shen Cheng was an exception among exceptions, not under his control, nor could he control her.
Possibly, this was what Shi Yu liked about her.
With a cold face, he stepped forward and picked her up horizontally, "Still so stubborn at this point, are you really not afraid of dying?"