Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 131: If she doesn’t dare to come..

Shentu Chu looked down at the seemingly fragile and weak woman in front of him. He was tempted to joke with her, but seeing that she wasn’t in a good mood, he held himself back.

"He died in a plane crash," Shentu Chu replied bluntly, face devoid of emotions.

"Really? Not sabotage?"

With the way she was probing him, it was hard for Shentu Chu not to respond. She was suspicious of him, wasn’t she?

"The police have a report on it," he answered.

Qin Zhuzhu continued to stare up at him, her gaze pained and filled with unspeakable sufferings. Shentu Chu was forced to look away, feeling uncomfortable and awkward, his throat bobbing up and down.

"Shentu Chu!" Jiang Zhaoling stomped up to him, her anger burning like a wildfire.

Her eyes shifted to Qin Zhuzhu before narrowing at Shentu Chu.

"Zhaoling, what are you doing here? Did you run away from Uncle Wubai again?" Shentu Chu spoke calmly, as if addressing a child.

"Hahaha, Shentu Chu, I used to think you were pitiful, being an illegitimate son, so I befriended you! Now I realize I was wrong! You’re nothing but a scheming fox!" Jiang Zhaoling’s eyes sparkled with fury as she pointed at Shentu Chu accusingly.

Qin Zhuzhu didn’t jump to conclusions like Jiang Zhaoling. Instead, she sighed and walked away without a word.

She didn’t know what to do. Her spirits were low. Even if she cried, she didn’t know why.

"If Brother Jing dies, who benefits the most?!" Jiang Zhaoling continued to barrage Shentu Chu with questions.

"Answer me!" she screamed when he didn’t respond. He only gazed at her, smiling faintly.

"Cousin Zhaoling, please return home. Your parents and uncle will be worried about you," Shentu Chu said calmly.

His words only irked her further.

Everyone knew that if Shentu Jing was gone or replaced, the CEO position would fall back to Shentu Dong or another member of the Shentu family from the main bloodline. freёweɓnovel.com

No one expected it to be Shentu Chu—a man who was considered worthless in everyone’s eyes! Not even his own father could have imagined it!

Shentu Chu rarely attended company meetings. No one had ever really seen him, but they all knew he was somewhere in the company.

Shentu Chu had always worked behind the scenes. Over time, everyone in the company had forgotten about his existence. In their eyes, he wasn’t fit to walk the same halls as them.

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Meanwhile...

"What do you mean I can’t go out?! Who says?!" Shentu Mingye tried to step out of his villa, but the guards blocked his way.

"Sorry, Little Master. I’m only following orders," one guard said apologetically, raising an arm to block his path.

"Whose orders?! Didn’t I already leave the Shentu family?! Why are you still following them?!" Shentu Mingye scoffed, throwing a tantrum.

The guards looked at their shiny shoes without saying a word.

"Answer me, you bunch of idiots!" he thundered, hoping to frighten them, but it was no use.

"Please don’t make this difficult for us. We have families to feed," another guard said. He could only looked at the Little Master with pity.

They all used their muscular bodies to block the way, some of them armed with weapons.

Even if Shentu Mingye wanted to run, he was scared of getting accidentally hurt.

This was his mother’s villa. How had they found him here? Which bastard dared to control him?

He noticed that these were Shentu family guards. Old Master Shentu wasn’t around, so it must be his father! Or could it be Shentu Chu, his eldest brother?

"Little Master! Little Master! Take a look at the news!" Chong Wei, one of his trusted servants, came running over with his phone.

"Why are you so flustered?!" Shentu Mingye yelled, already in a bad mood.

"Take a look!" Chong Wei’s hands were trembling.

Shentu Mingye snorted and took the phone from him. However, his expression changed as he read the news.

"Impossible! H-how could this happen?!" Shentu Mingye began pacing around the room.

"No, no, no! It can’t be true! Lies! Lies!" He tossed the phone away.

Luckily, Chong Wei caught it before it hit the ground. Otherwise, he’d have to buy a new phone. It was his phone, not the Little Master’s.

"What should I do? What should I do? Calm down, don’t panic. This must be fake news," Shentu Mingye tried to stop himself from freaking out.

He needed to get out of here. He needed to see it with his own eyes. So, he turned to Chong Wei with a pleading look.

"Chong Wei, help me sneak out."

"I can’t, Little Master. I’m sorry," Chong Wei said, looking away.

"Why? I’m your master!"

"But... but..."

"But what?!"

"But I can’t help you!" Chong Wei cried out sadly.

Shentu Mingye saw the guilt and fear in his servant’s expression. Immediately, he understood why. Chong Wei was under pressure too. If he disobeyed whoever had given the orders, Chong Wei might not live to see tomorrow.

"Fine! Since you all want to lock me up like a fucking bird in a cage, have your wish come true!" Shentu Mingye bellowed before stomping up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door shut.

Once alone, Shentu Mingye checked his room for hidden cameras. Luckily, Shentu Jing had taught him how to search for hidden microphones and spying devices. Sensing none, he quietly moved the drawer beside his bed and took out a military knife Shentu Jing had given him as a birthday gift. He used it to pry open a loose floorboard.

"Hehehe, you want to stop me from leaving? Dream on!" Shentu Mingye pulled out a burner.

He thought about who to call for help. There was only one person who could assist him at this critical moment.

"If she doesn’t dare to come, I’ll blackmail her with money," Shentu Mingye muttered angrily as he dialed the number.

The familiar name appeared on the screen as the call connected.

Sanya.