198: C198 Yan Jing's Royal Family the Young Master of the Shen Family!

C198 Yan Jing's Royal Family the Young Master of the Shen Family!

Distance produces beauty, that's not a lie.

Shen Ze and Su Shimann chatted about painting on WeChat, and then they chatted about books.

When the conversation ended, the car had unknowingly returned to Mu's Mansion.

At this time, it was past 10 p.m.

The silver moon hung high in the sky and the night was cold.

Shen Ze and Qin Chao got off the car and entered the Mu's Mansion.

Yun Lan arranged a room for Shen Ze and Qin Chao. It was on the same floor as Mu Ling's bedroom.

When Shen Ze and the others returned to their bedroom, they passed by Mu Ling's room.

It was unknown whether it was because they were not sleepy or because they wanted to wait for Shen Ze to come back, but Mu Ling did not rest.

She stood at the door of the bedroom and leaned against the door frame. She crossed her arms over her chest and lowered her head. No one knew what she was thinking. She was stunned.

Seeing Mu Ling leaning against the door, Shen Ze waved his hand to signal Qin Chao to go back to his room. He walked in front of Mu Ling.

Hearing the footsteps, Mu Ling came back to her senses.

She looked up and saw Shen Ze who appeared in front of her. She raised her eyebrows and forced a smile on her face.

"Mr Ze, you're back!"

Shen Ze nodded. He looked at Mu Ling and asked softly, "Why are you not resting?"

Mu Ling frowned and whispered, "I can't sleep."

Shen Ze frowned slightly when he heard that.

He knew Mu Ling could not sleep well because Mu Yunbinn had left.

Shen Ze felt his heart ache when he saw the tired look on the girl's face.

A gentle smile appeared on his face. He said softly, "I will chat with you for a while. I will leave when you are about to sleep."

"Alright."

Mu Ling heard him and nodded her head without hesitation.

"There is cold wind outside. Come in!"

"Yes."

Shen Ze and Mu Ling walked into the house.

Shen Ze let Mu Ling get into bed while he sat on the edge of the bed.

Mu Ling turned to face Shen Ze and asked, "Mr Ze, what did you go out for?"

"I went to the newspaper."

"I asked the newspaper to report the murder of Uncle Mu tomorrow."

Mu Ling heard him and gritted her teeth. She said bitterly, "Indeed, we should expose the ugly behavior of the four families and let the world know their disgusting and shameless side."

Shen Ze nodded with a sullen face and then reminded, "Ling, the Hai City has not been peaceful these few days. Stay at home and try not to go out."

"Okay."

Mu Ling nodded and said with interest, "Mr Ze, tell me more about your story on the battlefield."

"Okay."

Shen Ze agreed with appreciation and then began to tell.

Before he became a soldier, Shen Ze was a gentle and gentle scholar. He only read the books of sages.

His dream was to become a teacher one day and teach people.

He was good at telling stories.

Shen Ze told the story to Mu Ling, who was enjoying it.

Time passed quietly and unknowingly, it was already midnight.

Mu Ling was already physically and mentally exhausted. Coupled with the sleepiness, she flapped her long eyelashes a few times and then closed her eyes.

Shen Ze lowered his voice when he saw this.

After a while, he heard Mu Ling's breathing calm down. He shut his mouth and did not make another sound.

He looked at Mu Ling. Although he had fallen asleep, he still frowned slightly.

Shen Ze hesitated for a moment and reached out his hand. His actions were as gentle as possible to smooth the girl's slightly furrowed brows.

After that, Shen Ze quietly sat by the side. About half an hour later, when Mu Ling entered a deep sleep, he quietly left and went back to his room to rest.

Tonight, some people could sleep well, while others could not sleep well throughout the night.

Hai City Hospital.

Inpatient building, in a super VIP ward.

Suen Jie's entire left arm was wrapped in bandages and cast. His face was pale and ugly. He was lying on the bed.

Beside the bed stood a circle of important figures from the Sun family.

These Sun's members all had ugly expressions on their faces.

In the middle of the night, the entire ward was silent. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive and depressing.

Suen Jie's eyes were gloomy as he looked at an old man in black robes who was over fifty years old closest to him. He asked in a deep voice, "Yang Fu, have you investigated my son's matter clearly?"

Yang Fu was one of Suen Jie's right-hand men.

He had been with Suen Jie for nearly thirty years, and he had been in charge of all of Suen Jie's affairs.

This time, he was also in charge of dealing with Shen Ze's matters.

Yang Fu replied in a deep voice, "Family Head, Young Master Suen Fann went to Mu's Mansion this afternoon. He should have been killed by Shen Ze in Mu's Mansion."

When Suen Jie heard this, his eyes were filled with hatred and resentment.

He was angry and said while gnashing his teeth, "My son's death is indeed related to Mu family!"

"Whether it's that little bastard surnamed Shen or the Mu family, I will make them pay with blood, and let all of them die without a burial ground!"2

Suen Jie only had one son, Suen Fann. Furthermore, Suen Fann had died miserably. He wanted to see the white-haired man go, but surprisingly, he hated both Shen Ze and the Mu family.

Suen Jie's emotions were stirred up, and his hatred soared to the sky.

After a while, he calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "Have you investigated the background of that little bastard Shen?"

Hearing Suen Jie's question, Yang Fu's expression became more serious.

He let out a breath and then answered in a deeper voice than before, "Family Head, according to the investigation, that kid named Shen Ze is the number one family in the capital. He is a young master of the Shen family, a royal family."

"That little bastard is one of the top families in the capital. He is a young master of the Shen family, a royal family?!"

After listening to Yang Fu's answer, both Suen Jie who was lying on the bed and the other important figures of the Sun family who were standing in the ward shrunk their pupils and their expressions became unprecedentedly solemn.

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