Chapter 775: 811: Hard to Protect Oneself

Chapter 775: Chapter 811: Hard to Protect Oneself

Father Shen’s health was poor. When he was younger, his injuries kept him from sleeping, and each day was torture.

“What about Yu’er? What did he do wrong?” Father Shen might have appeared cold to outsiders, but as a father, how could he not care about his only son?

Moreover, it was the son in whom he had placed all his hopes since childhood.

“I don’t care anymore!” The old man’s voice showed little emotion, “Fan Hengyan just called me. No one can save him now.”

“What? Fan Hengyan actually contacted you personally?” Father Shen had never expected that the second highest authority was already involved too. Things were moving too quickly, too unexpectedly… one step linked to another. On the surface, Shen Feihu appeared rash and foolish, but in reality, Meng Xingzhi had been planning this for a long time, hadn’t he?

Perhaps not just Meng Xingzhi but Su Jiang too. They appeared to be at odds on the surface, but in reality, they had already joined forces.

“He dares to capture my grandson without my consent? Who dares to capture him? Even Fan Hengyan must go through me,” Sang Mu felt a surge of his younger days’ assertiveness.

Upon hearing this, Father Shen felt completely disheartened, realizing he might soon follow in Meng Xingzhi’s footsteps—the tragedy of a parent burying his child.

“Father, Yu’er… is he…?” Father Shen’s lips quivered with dry lines, the wisdom in his eyes now replaced by a touch of vicissitude and pain. “Meng Fan’s death, is it… related to him?” Finally, he asked the question he had always been reluctant to admit.

“Yes!”

“I’m sorry… Father, I’m sorry…” Father Shen cried inconsolably over the phone, “I didn’t expect him to be so obstinate. How could he bring himself to do it?”

“Our Shen Family, this time has been completely dragged into the abyss,” the old man scoffed coldly.

After a while, the old man sighed tiredly, “Tell everyone in the family to keep a low profile. Don’t get involved. Give up on my eldest grandson!”

“…Yes!”

Father Shen hung up the phone and stood in his study, lost in thought for a long time.

“Bang!” The door to the study was forcefully opened from the outside, and a middle-aged woman, probably in her fifties, dressed in a fine quality velveteen skirt and with fair, well-kept skin, indicating a privileged lifestyle, entered.

“Why are you here?” Father Shen asked sternly.

The visitor was Shen Yu’s biological mother, Dong Shuhua.

“You… you’re going to kill my son, and I shouldn’t come?” Dong Shuhua pointed at Father Shen, her heart aching, “How could you be so cruel? Yu’er has been cornered by Shen Feihu and his men. What is he trying to do? Rebel?”

“Don’t meddle in this!”

“Is that even human to say? He’s your son, your own son, your only son. You’re just going to ignore this and let the villains harm him.”

“What do you know?” Father Shen, already in a foul mood, was even less patient after being scolded by his wife, “Go back and stop causing trouble.”

“Fine! You’re heartless, you really are the most heartless person I have ever seen.” Dong Shuhua glared at him bitterly, “Since you won’t save him, I will find a way to save him myself.” With that, she stormed out furiously.

“Come back, don’t cause trouble.” Father Shen didn’t call her back; instead, overwhelmed by his emotions, he blacked out and collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, an assistant had been standing outside and rushed in to support him.