Chapter 947: Chapter 947: I Knew I Couldn’t Hide It from You
Sheng Wentao seed to harbor a grudge against Xiao Boya as deep as a feud over killing his father and stealing his wife.
Whenever Xiao Boya was ntioned, not only did his expression twist slightly, but his eyes also revealed an uncontrollable hatred.
This hatred seed to penetrate to his very bones, flowing through his blood.
Ye Xunhuan, feeling Sheng Wentao’s deep-seated hatred, froze for a mont: Damn, just how much enmity and resentnt must he have against Xiao Boya to feel this way?
“Did he take your wife or kill your dad?” Ye Xunhuan couldn’t help asking aloud.
As soon as Ye Xunhuan spoke, Tang Yurou tugged at him, her expression slightly unnatural.
Before Ye Xunhuan could finish his question, Sheng Wentao’s already sinister and hate-filled face darkened further.
This left Ye Xunhuan montarily stunned.
“No way… Did I just accidentally hit the nail on the head?”
Heaven help him, Ye Xunhuan had only been speaking off the cuff—he really wasn’t aware of the actual situation.
“He didn’t steal my wife, nor did he kill my dad!”
“Phew, scared half to death!” Ye Xunhuan let out a long sigh of relief. “I thought my mouth didn’t have so kind of magical foresight…”
Before Ye Xunhuan could finish his sentence, Sheng Wentao interrupted: “But he stole my brother’s woman!”
Ye Xunhuan couldn’t help twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Damn it, why is this kind of cliché, lodramatic nonsense everywhere I go?
Looks like the ancients weren’t wrong: Beauty causes trouble, and won are the source of all calamities and chaos.
“Your brother’s woman was stolen by that Xiao Boya?” Ye Xunhuan asked cautiously.
“That’s right!”
At this mont, Ye Xunhuan really didn’t know what to say, but his curiosity piqued: Given that the Sheng family isn’t weak in Beijing, how could soone steal a Sheng family wife?
“Bro, tell your brother from : A real man doesn’t fear being without a wife…”
At this point, Ye Xunhuan felt like this was the only appropriate thing to say to comfort Sheng Wentao.
Before Ye Xunhuan could finish speaking, Tang Yurou tugged at him again and shot him a look, signaling him to stop talking.
Seeing the aning in Tang Yurou’s eyes, Ye Xunhuan grew even more confused. Was there so hidden story behind all this? Otherwise, why would Tang Yurou not want him to continue?
Sheng Wentao took a deep breath, lit a cigarette for himself, his eyes reddened slightly, his expression filled with pain and sorrow: “I’m afraid I’ll never have the chance to convey your words to my brother…”
Ye Xunhuan’s heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition suddenly rising in his chest: “You… you don’t an to tell , your brother… he…”
“That’s right. My brother’s gone!” Sheng Wentao exhaled heavily, his face full of bitterness.
It was in this mont that Ye Xunhuan finally understood why Tang Yurou had tugged at him, signaling him to stop talking.
Turns out Sheng Wentao’s brother had passed away.
But how did Sheng Wentao’s brother die?
Could it be that Xiao Boya and Sheng Wentao’s sister-in-law, this adulterous pair, had conspired to murder him…
In an instant, Ye Xunhuan’s imagination ran wild, involuntarily recalling the tragic tale of Wu Dalang, Xin Qing, and Pan Jinlian.
This ti, though, Ye Xunhuan refrained from speaking recklessly—not because he didn’t want to, but because he feared his damn mouth might accidentally get it right, which would be beyond awkward!
Thus, Ye Xunhuan felt it was better to keep quiet.
But remaining silent seed a little inappropriate as well.
So, Ye Xunhuan sighed lightly before slowly reaching out to pat Sheng Wentao’s shoulder: “My condolences.”
“It’s fine, I’ve gotten used to it!” Sheng Wentao said with reddened eyes, a faint sheen of tears flickering in them. “Alright, let’s not talk about these sad things anymore. Let’s go have so fun—you and Yu Rou, my treat!”
“Whether we play or not doesn’t matter, you…”
“No way, I promised you I’d show you a good ti, and I intend to deliver!”
At this mont, Sheng Wentao seed to have returned to his jovial, carefree self, giving the impression of soone completely unburdened.
But Ye Xunhuan could sense the deep sorrow and grief hidden within Sheng Wentao’s heart.
“Sure, I’ll follow your lead tonight!” Ye Xunhuan didn’t fuss or decline, agreeing readily. “But where are we going to have fun?”
“I guarantee thrilling excitent!” Sheng Wentao said confidently. “Wait till we get there—you’ll find out, and I promise you’ll like it!”
Ye Xunhuan scoffed: “What makes you so sure I’ll like it…”
“Every man likes this kind of thing!”
“Damn, you’re not planning on taking to find won, are you?” Ye Xunhuan suddenly widened his eyes, his face full of shock as he looked at Sheng Wentao. “Screw you, my darling Yu Rou is right here with …”
Sheng Wentao’s face turned black. “Yu Rou, is he really Aunt Phoenix’s son?”
Tang Yurou replied, slightly helpless: “If there wasn’t a mix-up at the hospital back then, he should be.”
Three black lines imdiately appeared on Ye Xunhuan’s forehead: “Yu Rou, why are you siding with outsiders…”
“Young Master Ye, for Aunt Phoenix to be such a domineering boss in the business world, how could she have given birth to soone who only thinks about won like you…”
“Damn it, you’re the one who said n all like this!” Ye Xunhuan replied, his face full of black lines. “Aren’t all n supposed to like won?”
“So n like other n!” Sheng Wentao replied seriously.
“Like you?”
“Get lost!”
With just a few words, the previously oppressive atmosphere seed to gradually lighten, and Sheng Wentao returned to his usual self.
Where Sheng Wentao planned to take Ye Xunhuan and Tang Yurou for fun, Ye Xunhuan didn’t know. Sheng Wentao kept his lips sealed and acted all secretive.
Though Ye Xunhuan was curious about where Sheng Wentao intended to take them, he could tell Sheng Wentao had already made up his mind to stay tight-lipped.
So Ye Xunhuan simply stopped asking.
What, was Sheng Wentao really going to sell him or sothing?
As ti passed quickly, fewer cars and pedestrians appeared on the roadside.
Where on earth was Sheng Wentao planning to drive them?
Inside the car, Tang Yurou stared out the window at the rapidly passing scenery, her brows furrowing slightly. Then, as if realizing sothing, she turned to Sheng Wentao and asked, “Sheng Wentao, are you planning to have Xunhuan race cars with you?”
Race cars?
Upon hearing those words, Ye Xunhuan imdiately fixed his gaze on Sheng Wentao, his eyes filled with unspoken curiosity!
Faced with Tang Yurou’s question, Sheng Wentao chuckled: “I knew I couldn’t hide it from you…”
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