Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 299: Sorrow

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: Sorrow

"Take me there." Sheng Hong gritted his teeth, his eyes red as he spoke word by word.

The nanny cautiously glanced at Sheng Hong and Madam Sheng, hunched over, leading the way.

At this moment, both Madam Sheng and Sheng Hong couldn’t bother with their quarrel, supporting each other, using each other’s bodies as support to keep themselves from collapsing entirely.

Madam Sheng’s sharp manicured nails dug fiercely into Sheng Hong’s arm through his clothes, "My son will be fine, right?" Her voice was tinged with tears, giving the sense that she could break down crying at any moment.

"He’ll definitely be fine. Sheng Yi, that mischievous kid, this must be another one of his pranks. Watch how I expose him and give him a beating later. You can’t stop me this time," Sheng Hong said sternly, though his eyes were bloodshot, and after speaking, his mouth formed a straight line.

All the way, neither said a word, as if they lost the ability to speak after what Sheng Hong had said.

At the door of the room at the far end after turning left on the third floor, Sheng Hong and Madam Sheng clung to each other, looking at the milky white door as if it were a gaping mouth ready to swallow everything. The servants who came to find people lined up silently, standing against the wall with their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound, they even breathed as lightly as possible, as if they could stop breathing altogether if they could.

Madam Sheng, with trembling hands, reached for the doorknob, but stopped just before touching it. Her well-maintained hands shook uncontrollably; tears, at some unknown time, had completely clouded her vision, "I, I can’t do it, you do it, I’m scared," she said hoarsely.

A woman as proud as a peacock for the first time lowered her noble head, hiding her face in Sheng Hong’s chest, gripping his arm tightly, and the suppressed sobs leaked from her tightly closed lips.

Sheng Hong, with one hand, patted Madam Sheng’s back in comfort, then reached for the doorknob. Unlike Madam Sheng, he was a seasoned player in the business world for years. Even though his heart was grief-stricken, his hand steadily landed on the doorknob, then pushed the door open with force.

"Let’s go in." Sheng Hong said in a low voice.

Madam Sheng said nothing but followed Sheng Hong’s steps into the room with heavy footsteps. They trudged to the inner bedroom and looked at Sheng Yi, lying curled up like a baby with his back to them. Madam Sheng moved her steps, reaching out with a trembling hand to caress Sheng Yi’s cheek.

It was a cold and stiff touch.

With Sheng Hong’s help, Madam Sheng turned Sheng Yi over, revealing his wide-open mouth, eyes bulging as if they would fall out, and hands curled like chicken claws.

Madam Sheng felt a gasp stuck in her chest, and before she could say anything, her vision went dark, and she fell backward. If Sheng Hong hadn’t been close by and quick to react, she would have fallen to the ground.

Although Sheng Hong caught Madam Sheng, he himself was staggered by the movement before he managed to stabilize.

"Wake up." Sheng Hong reached out and patted Madam Sheng’s face, speaking with a trembling voice, and a tear, unexpectedly hot, fell from Sheng Hong’s eye, landing on Madam Sheng’s face, easily waking her from the brief faint.

Madam Sheng’s vision cleared again, but her expression turned to a blank stare. She looked at her husband, eyes silently reddened and tearful, grabbed Sheng Hong’s hand, and asked softly, with a hint of cautiousness and desire, "Where’s my son? What I just saw is fake, right? All this is just a trick to deceive me, isn’t it?"

Looking at his wife, whose expression had become slightly obsessive, Sheng Wenhao silently shook his head, holding back his heartache, then whispered, "What you just saw was indeed our son." Although he also wished his child could come back to life, he chose to respect reality and told Madam Sheng the cruel truth to her face.

"No, you’re lying to me, I don’t believe it, how can this be true, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it." Sheng Hong’s words instantaneously seemed like stirring a hornet’s nest, causing Madam Sheng, who had just been silent, to become agitated instantly. She broke free from Sheng Hong’s embrace like a madwoman, pounding his chest with her fists and shouting in a tearful voice, "My son is still alive and well, he still needs to take care of me in my old age; he can’t just die like this, I don’t believe it."

"Whether you believe it or not, this has become a fact. As parents, what we can do is to find out the truth about the death. If our son died unjustly, we’ll get justice for him. Our Sheng family offspring must not die so ambiguously." Sheng Hong squinted his eyes, forcibly enduring his inner grief, and said in a firm yet soft voice.

Madam Sheng also gradually calmed down because of Sheng Hong’s words, "You’re right, I gave birth to my son, I know him best. He would never do anything to put himself in danger, so someone must be behind this. If I find out who caused my son’s death, I’ll make them pay dearly, suffering endlessly."

The excruciating pain turned into endless hatred in a moment. What seemed like a sickly appearance before suddenly became fierce, as if ready to attack, eyes burning with battle intent, like a beast in the dark ready to devour its prey.

The two masters of Sheng Mansion simply didn’t believe their child died without cause. They started an investigation immediately, aiming to bring the killer to justice.

Meanwhile, on the other side in the Xu Family in Shangjing, the atmosphere was much better. The two people at the dining table didn’t bother thinking about what expressions Sheng Hong and his wife would have when they discovered Sheng Yi, dead beyond any possibility of resuscitation. The thought of them not eating or sleeping because of this made Sheng Wenhao feel that the rice in front of him tasted much better than before, quickening his eating pace.

"I’m finished, you continue eating, I’m going out for a walk." Sheng Wenhao swallowed the last bite of his meal, patted his slightly bulging belly, gave a farewell, and left the table, heading into the garden outside.

"What did you do outside? Why is he so happy after coming back?" Lin Mengyao watched Sheng Wenhao’s departing back, a bit puzzled and curious, she looked at Xu Ke.