C112

Chapter 112 - Revenge

At the Yu residence.

He sprinted all the way to the front of a familiar building. With a swipe of his palm, Yu Cen Ran's car flew past the door, causing the tires to rub against the ground and make a sharp noise.

Hearing the voice, the old steward stuck his head out and saw that it was Yu Cen Ran. He was stunned for a moment, while Aunt Lan's wrinkled face was full of smiles. "Young Master Yu, you're back!"

Yu Cen Ran's long legs moved as he strode past the two of them. He had no time to greet them as he rushed to the study on the second floor. He opened the door and saw Yu Cheng Hui sitting in front of the table with a pen in his hand.

Lifting his eyes, facing Yu Cen Ran's anger, Yu ChengHui frowned. The old housekeeper and Aunt Lan had already arrived behind the door, looking troubled. "Master, we …"

"Alright, get out." After telling the servant to close the door, Yu Chenghui closed his palm and said with a deep voice, "What are you doing? You're flustered, and you didn't even know you were knocking on the door. You lost your manners."

Yu Cen Ran's eyebrows creased. She swept her ice-cold gaze across the crowd. "Did you do something to the South Bridge?"

His tone was cold and unfriendly.

The coldness in Yu ChengHui's eyes congealed as he suddenly slammed the table with his palm. With a "pa" sound, he suddenly said, "Is this the attitude you showed when talking to father? "What did your mother teach you? Lawless!"

Yu Cen Ran was still fuming. She gritted her teeth and said, "Let me ask you again, what did you do to the South Bridge that year?"

Before he could finish, a thick book was thrown towards Yu Cen Ran. Yu Cen quickly dodged it, and the book hit the wall, producing a dull sound. Yu Cheng Hui trembled in anger, "Don't mention that woman to me!"

"Why do you need to hide your true intentions? You must be feeling guilty!"

His chest could not stop heaving up and down. Yu ChengHui picked up the wooden staff by his side and pointed it at Yu Cen Ran, "That year, you destroyed yourself and almost destroyed our Yu Family. Now, you argue with me over her, you are not worthy to be my son!"

Yu Cen Ran smirked as a cold light flashed in her eyes. "When you're your son, have you ever asked me how I feel about you?"

I don't really want to be your son, nor do I want to be a Yu Family member, much less carry the burden of the Yu Group.

He had actually become his flesh and blood. This was quite a grievance to him. Yu Chenghui's eyes rolled over and he almost fainted from anger.

That year, when he had offended the underworld clan, Yu Chenghui had tried his best to help his son get out of prison. However, the other clan wasn't weak either. One side had money and one side had power.

After all, the one who died was the old man's most beloved third son. No matter what, he would not give up. Yu Cen Ran had to go to jail, and Yu ChengHui had no other choice.

Without any surprise, Yu Cen rejected him flatly. This matter became a barrier in Yu Chenghui's heart, "If you are sensible and do not act willfully, you should accept that marriage and dissolve the hatred between the two families. With them, our Yu Family will be even more powerful in A City!"

After pausing for a moment, Yu Chenghui was filled with grief, "But you pushed away a great marriage for a woman, the South Bridge that has nothing at all, and after you got out of prison, you tried to drive them out of A City, to add to their hatred, do you know, their family won't let us go!?"

Yu Cen Ran remained unmoved and said indifferently, "Whether it is the underworld clan or the Xue Clan, all I want is the South Bridge. Other than her, I don't need her, and I can't want her either.

Yu ChengHui's huge hand, which had several hundred billion yuan in it, was tightly clenched. He almost lost his balance and became dizzy as he took a few steps back and placed one hand on the desk. He pointed at the door and shouted, "Scram! Get out!"

Yu Cen Ran had both her hands in the pockets of her suit and her long legs moved as she walked out of the room. She raised her eyes and saw the old butler rubbing his hands. She wanted to say something but hesitated.

Yu Cen Ran was not in the mood to stay. She started walking away as the old butler's voice came from behind, "Master is actually doing this for your own good. Young master Yu, how could there be any enmity between families? Forget it, master is not in good health. Come back more often when you're free."

The image of the South Bridge appeared in front of his eyes. He had delicate and pretty features, fair and tender skin, as smooth as an egg. That curved and beautiful face was the woman he loved the most, so how could he bear to harm her?

Even his father couldn't forgive him that easily.

Yu Cen Ran didn't answer and continued to walk forward. Behind him, Aunt Lan and the old housekeeper shook their heads and sighed deeply.

When he returned to the hospital, it was already 3 or 4 in the afternoon. The temperature in the ward was a little high. Yu Cen Ran took off her coat and took off her dark blue shirt.

Zhou Yu Chen bought some coffee and placed it on the bedside cabinet. "You're back?"

"Yes, I just returned." Yu Cen Ran raised his eyebrows and tapped his chin on the South Bridge. He pulled up his sleeves and revealed half of his arm. "Have you woken up?"

"Nope."

"What did the doctor say?"

After taking a sip of his coffee, Zhou Yuchen began to organize his thoughts, slowly saying, "They think that under the impact of their bodies and minds, South Bridge has a high chance of regaining its memories."

recovery of memory

Yu Cen Ran frowned. Recovering his memories was something he had always wanted. The South Bridge would remember him, but not at this time.

There were so many things he didn't know how to say, how to explain them to her.

However, the South Bridge would eventually wake up one day.

Thinking of this, Yu Cen Ran's heart was filled with annoyance and frustration. He couldn't help but turn to look at the still sleeping South Bridge. Yu Cen Ran clenched his fist slightly before pushing open the door and walking out.

The corridor was white and filled with the smell of disinfectant. Yu Cen Ran walked to the end of the corridor with her long legs. She reached into the pocket of her suit pants and took out a cigarette. She held it between her fingers and froze.

— No lighter.

A pair of hands crossed in front of him, and when he lifted his eyes, he realized it was Zhou Yuchen. He held a lighter in his hand and lit up a cigarette, his lips curving in ridicule. "Is there something wrong with Young Master Yu?"

After taking in a deep breath of smoke, Yu Cen Ran exhaled slowly and swept a cold glance at Zhou Yuchen. A single word came out of her mouth, "Scram."

Zhou Yuchen didn't seem to care. He smiled, stretched out his arms and placed them on the railing, his back leaning against the railing. He looked at Yu Cen Ran and asked, "Has this old man made a ruckus?"

Without any mood fluctuations, he said lightly, "Yes."

"Nanqiao should have heard what we said. How do you plan to explain it to her?"

"…"

There was no response. Yu Cen Ran's eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his finger and flicked away the ash on his cigarette, unable to see the emotions in his eyes. The two men said nothing more. The air was so quiet that one could almost hear a needle drop.

After a while, Zhou Yu Chen got up and left. Yu Cen Ran extinguished the last cigarette and walked towards the ward.

He stared blankly at the pale ceiling until he heard the door being pushed open. Then, for some strange reason, he chose to close his eyes.

Yu Cen Ran's steps were heavy as she slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. She cast a sidelong glance at Nanqiao, leaned forward and poured herself a cup of warm water. She said softly, "Are you still not going to open your eyes?"

Nanqiao's body trembled. He turned his head and saw the worried expression on Yu Cen Ran's handsome face.

"Do you feel better? Is there any pain?" He walked over and stretched out his hand to help pinch the quilt.

South Bridge did not answer. After thinking it over, he asked, "How did you know that I had already awoken?"

Yu Cen Ran bent down. His body, with its well-defined joints and long fingers, lovingly scraped across the bridge of the South Bridge's nose and chuckled. "When you lie, your body is especially stiff and unnatural. I could tell it just by looking at it."

Nanqiao tilted his head, avoiding Yu Cen Ran's intimacy. After a long while, he spoke again with a muffled voice, "You always understand me so well, but I can't see through you no matter what."

Yu Cen Ran's chest heaved up and down as his Adam's apple rolled. He leaned towards the South Bridge, his eyes locked tightly onto the other party. "South Bridge, you only need to know that everything I do is for you."

Yu Cen Ran's palm gripped South Bridge's shoulder. The strength in his hand was heavy, and the worry in his eyes was deep. However, looking at Yu Cen Ran's worried face, South Bridge could not remain calm. "Yu Cen Ran, are you taking your revenge on me?"

There was no emotion in South Bridge's eyes. It was so unfamiliar. Yu Cen Ran's brows furrowed as he gradually loosened his palms. He retreated a few steps and suddenly changed the topic, "You've slept for so long, but you still haven't recovered."

Turning his back to the South Bridge, Yu Cen Ran picked up the fruit knife and the apple and sliced them all at once. His hands moved clumsily and absentmindedly because he was constantly paying attention to the movements of the South Bridge.

Yu Cen Ran admitted that he was afraid. Even though he was in control of hundreds of billions of dollars, he couldn't even hold a small apple. His hand trembled as the sharp dagger cut his skin, causing blood to drip out onto the flesh of the fruit.

Frowning in pain, Yu Cen Ran pinched the wound and did not say a word. South Bridge saw Yu Cen Ran's actions and could not bear it. He leaned forward slightly and stuffed a tissue into Yu Cen Ran's hands.

With the help of the South Bridge, Yu Cen Ran stretched out his arms and hugged the South Bridge. The South Bridge was a bit resistant to him, but it soon quieted down. The constant temperature coming from the other party's body was somewhat comforting to her.

Yu Cen Ran rested her chin on the South Bridge's head and bit her lips. Her voice was clear and gentle as she said, "As long as you're still by my side, South Bridge, let's not bother about the things from the past, okay?"

Before waiting for an answer, South Bridge closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He reached out and pushed Yu Cen Ran's body away, "Even if it's just for a moment, do you have thoughts of revenge in your heart?"

She saw pain in Yu Cen Ran's eyes and a cold arc of light flashed by. Nan Qiao shook his head, not wanting to let her soften his heart. Her mind started to recall what happened after they returned home.