Chapter 60: Fu Yansheng Was No Obedient Rabbit

The next morning, she was discharged from the hospital and returned to Moonlit Bay.

Seeing her return, the maids couldn't help asking, "Madam, you haven't been home for a week. Should we notify Sir?"

Tang Yuan looked at them and sat down on the sofa. "I know you report my whereabouts to Shen Zhou. It is indeed Shen Zhou who pays your wages, but if I don't want you to stay, you can leave at any time."

These maids were not fools. While they had previously looked down on Tang Yuan, hearing her words now made their complexions turn instantly pale.

One cleverer maid immediately lowered her head. "From now on, unless Sir asks proactively, we will pretend Madam has never left."

Tang Yuan pressed her lips into a thin line. Recently, due to that maritime shipping route, Shen Zhou would be traveling frequently on business.

She happened to have time to attend to her own affairs.

The first thing she needed to do was to drag Sheng Yun down.

However, half an hour later, Li Hemian, who always spoke with sarcastic detachment, called her, his tone probing, "Was Sheng Yun's affair your doing?"

Tang Yuan frowned. "What?"

"She was at a KTV last night, apparently called a few male escorts, and had her head beaten with wine bottles by a waiter who barged in. Over a dozen bottles were smashed. Now she's in the trauma room, unconscious. The entire Sheng family is searching for that waiter right now. I thought it was you, considering you took a beating."

When Tang Yuan was taken away that day, Li Hemian had seen it and knew Sheng Yun wouldn't let the matter rest.

Yet because he disliked Tang Yuan, he said nothing to anyone.

Later, he ran into a blood-soaked Tang Yuan at the hospital and felt she was rather pitiful—though the woman deserved it for daring to kiss him.

Now, hearing that Sheng Yun was unconscious and likely to become a vegetative state, he couldn't help but suspect Tang Yuan.

Could Tang Yuan possibly have that kind of nerve?

Hanging up the phone, he decided he must have lost his mind to even think it was Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan had just returned to Moonlit Bay, her heart filled with mounting anxiety.

She hurriedly went out, got into her car, and drove to Fu Yansheng's residence.

Possessing the fingerprint for the villa, she unlocked the door and walked straight in.

The first floor was empty, so she headed directly to his master bedroom.

His master bedroom door was not double-locked, and the bathroom door stood ajar. She saw him washing blood-stained clothes.

He was so tall that the washbasin only reached his waist. With his hair hanging down, a dark and fierce aura enveloped him like a sharp-edged sword.

Tang Yuan felt a sudden darkness wash over her vision. "It really was you."

She didn't know why her intuition was always so accurate; perhaps she had known all along that Fu Yansheng was no obedient rabbit.

He did not raise his head, continuing to scrub the bloodstains from the clothing.

Furious to the point of a tingling scalp, Tang Yuan pulled him up by the arm. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea how powerful the Sheng family is behind the scenes? Sheng Yun's older brother won't let you go, not to mention her uncle, who used to run with the underworld and never held back when striking!"

She was genuinely terrified. Fu Yansheng was her golden goose, after all!

Fu Yansheng lowered his eyelashes and remained completely silent.

Tang Yuan grabbed his collar, then slowly loosened her grip as her mind raced to figure out a solution.

"Did Sheng Yun see your face?"

He said nothing.

Enraged, Tang Yuan grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing him to look up. "Are you mute?"

His Adam's apple bobbed. His eye sockets were somewhat red, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow below. "She didn't see."

She let out a sigh of relief, but then remembered the surveillance cameras near the KTV, and her expression shifted once more. "You just focus on filming your drama. Don't think about anything else."

She turned to leave, but he hugged her from behind.

"Sister Tang Yuan."

Chen Meng's words from the previous night flashed through her mind, and she hurriedly tried to push him away, but his lips brushed against her ear.

"I can't bear to watch you suffer grievances. I only have this one life to risk. Please don't be angry."

How could Tang Yuan not be angry? She turned around and slapped him across the face.

He pressed his lips together, the imprint of her fingers stark against his cheek.