Chapter 63: Like the Whispers of a Demon

Tang Yuan did not look at him and slammed her foot down on the accelerator.

When she finally tracked down the male celebrity, he was huddled in the corridor of a shabby apartment building, dragging a broken leg while the people around him hurled cruel taunts at him.

"I heard you used to be a celebrity, is that true? What kind of roles did you even play?"

"Say a few nice things for your brothers here. Isn't it true that some guys in your industry even hook up with other men?"

Several men burst into wild, raucous laughter.

However, they were all bullies who only picked on the weak. Hearing footsteps echoing in the hallway, they immediately scattered.

Tang Yuan walked up to the male celebrity. He reeked of cheap alcohol and was abnormally, gauntly thin.

She pulled out a stack of cash, amounting to roughly two hundred thousand yuan.

"Sheng Yun is currently hospitalized after an incident. Do you want revenge?"

The man snapped his head up instantly. His cheeks were sunken, but the moment he heard that name, his eyes blazed with a fierce, burning fury.

"Sheng Yun..."

"Sheng Yun... that bitch..."

It sounded like the whisper of a demon.

Taking in his state, Tang Yuan knew that his resolve for vengeance was as unshakeable as stone; he had simply lacked the opportunity.

"Call an ambulance. I'll get you into the hospital where she is right now. Get yourself ready in the meantime—sooner or later, the chance to strike will come."

Trembling all over, the man shoved the money on the floor away from him.

"I don't want money! As long as I can finish her off, I'm willing to risk my life!"

Sometimes, when a person's hatred burns too intensely, nothing can stand in its way.

To underestimate such insignificant figures is to invite disaster.

A thousand-li embankment can be destroyed by a single ant nest.

The hospital where Sheng Yun was staying belonged to the Shen family. Aside from a few public hospitals in the Imperial City, the majority of private hospitals were financed by the Shens.

With vast capital, the Shen family utilized medical resources to cultivate connections generation after generation.

Yet the Sheng family possessed high-level political backing and could not be underestimated either.

If Tang Yuan wanted to prepare the male celebrity for his revenge, she first had to scout out the hospital.

She had just changed into a nurse's uniform when word spread that Sheng Yun had regained consciousness.

Taking a deep breath, she calmly carried her medical tray into Sheng Yun's ward.

Sheng Lingzhi was also in the room, pressing Sheng Yun. "Who on earth attacked you? Did you get a clear look at their face?"

KTVS were always dens of dragons and fish, mixing all sorts of people. The assailant had slipped in disguised as a drink delivery worker, struck swiftly, and vanished just as fast.

The private room had been in utter chaos at the time. Everyone else had been paralyzed by fear and fled in all directions, not daring to look at the attacker's face.

Sheng Yun raised a hand to massage her temples, her face drained of color. "Brother, my head hurts terribly. Have uncle come back. I'm willing to bet this matter is closely tied to Tang Yuan. That bitch isn't as obedient as she pretends; when I beat her, she kept provoking me. She's not the spineless coward everyone thinks she is."

Sheng Lingzhi frowned, finding it hard to believe. "Are you sure? Tang Yuan doesn't have the clout to mobilize the Shen family, and Tang Shangxu wouldn't let her run wild. Besides, Tang Shangxu has been overseas lately—Tang Yuan has no one at her disposal."

A week ago, Sheng Yun had been full of swagger, laughing and chatting with a group of people inside the VIP room. Never had she imagined she would nearly lose her life in the blink of an eye.

A dark glint flashed across her eyes. "Uncle is coming to the Imperial City soon. When he arrives, just tell him Tang Yuan did this."

Sheng Lingzhi caught on immediately. His sister intended to completely eliminate Tang Yuan.

Once their uncle made a move, someone with Tang Yuan's looks would undoubtedly be sold off to northern Myanmar, passed from hand to hand and abused until she died.

He reached out and gently patted her shoulder. "Don't you just want to get rid of Tang Yuan so you can cozy up to Shen Zhou? Just say so outright. Why go through such a huge roundabout way? You know your brother has always supported you."

Sheng Yun genuinely possessed business acumen. In contrast, Sheng Lingzhi lacked brains; he had worked under his uncle and had blood on his hands in his younger days, driven primarily by ruthlessness. Thus, getting rid of a Tang Yuan was nothing to them.

If their uncle took action, he certainly wouldn't leave behind any loose ends or evidence.