Return to before death

She got out of the car, went to Zong Zhengqing's side, and silently waited for him to close the car door before walking into the venue with him.

"Ranran..." Zong Zhengqing looked at his "lover" with deep affection, lowered his head and gently kissed her hair with a smile, and quietly took her hand, just like a couple in the throes of new love.

Feeling the movement of the person beside her, Yan Ran shivered uncomfortably and tried to shake off his hand, but Zong Zhengqing seemed to sense her intention, held her hand tightly, and whispered in her ear, "There are reporters."

The warm breath on his neck made Yan Ran feel extremely uncomfortable, and a gust of cold wind blew by, raising goosebumps on her exposed forearms. Hearing his additional words, she finally managed to suppress her discomfort and refrain from making any inappropriate movements.

At that moment, Sheng Xuanling, who happened to have turned on the TV, saw this scene.

Sheng Xuanling looked at the man and woman on TV with a gloomy expression, then took out her phone and dialed that familiar number.

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

"You are..."

"you……"

Once, twice, three times...

Sheng Xuanling's face grew increasingly gloomy, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and his grip on the phone tightened, as if he would crush it in the next second.

As Yan Ran walked the red carpet, she felt the delicate handbag on her wrist vibrating incessantly. She guessed that a phone call was coming in and tried to pull her hand away from Zong Zhengqing's grasp to get the phone, but the person next to her noticed and squeezed her soft hand even tighter, as if the bones in her hand were about to be crushed in the next second.

"Ouch, let go, I need to answer the phone." Yan Ran gasped in pain and urged Zong Zhengqing in a low voice.

But how could Zong Zhengqing give up this hard-won opportunity as she wished? He leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear, "Ranran, we're live now. Be good and we'll talk later."

After saying that, as if to comfort her, he loosened his grip and gently squeezed her soft hand, while his thumb caressed the back of her hand.

Their words and actions were full of intimacy, and there seemed to be even more flashing lights around them.

Upon entering the venue, Yan Ran took out her phone and saw the "creditor" on it. She then quickly made up an excuse to go to the "restroom" and slipped into a dressing room that was far from the venue.

"Where are you?" By this time, Sheng Xuanling was numbly dialing her number again and again. Hearing the female voice on the other end of the phone, he almost habitually hung up.

"What business is it of yours where I am? You've made so many calls just to ask me where I am?" The newcomer's tone was unfriendly, and he immediately questioned her. Yan Ran didn't have a good attitude for a moment.

"You're not having an affair with your dear husband in bed, are you? Ha, what a fickle woman." Sheng Xuanling didn't know why, but recalling the intimate actions of the two on TV, she blurted out these harsh words.

"What do you mean?" Hearing the harsh question from the other end, Yan Ran's expression froze instantly, a mix of anger and inexplicable grievance creeping over her...

"It doesn't mean anything, that's all. You just got kicked out of your home, and now you're shamelessly trying to get close to them..."

Hearing the other party's words, which could only be described as vulgar and full of sarcasm, Yan Ran laughed in anger. "Young Master Sheng, if you called just to say these things, then I'll hang up now. You can keep talking to yourself, hehe."

"Wait a minute!"

Upon hearing the beeping sound from the phone, Sheng Xuanling slammed the object in her hand against the wall. The expensive phone shattered instantly, the screen cracked, and parts scattered on the ground.

"Yan Ran...you just wait..." The person sitting on the sofa slowly stood up, his face contorted with rage, radiating a chilling aura. The new butler, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, had never seen anything like it before. Looking at his young master's expression, he shrank back and shivered.

However, the butler's efforts to make himself less noticeable didn't work very well. Sheng Xuanling turned around and stared at him silently, her expression gradually softening. "Uncle Qi, could you please get me a new phone? Thank you."

After saying that, he walked to the pile of scattered parts, bent down and picked up the SIM card that was not yet damaged.

He took the phone from Uncle Qi and gave a forced smile, seemingly to reassure the still uneasy housekeeper. "I'm going out for a bit. You don't need to tell my sister."

"Young Master... It's so late, you..." The butler followed anxiously, worried that something might happen, as the responsibility would fall on his shoulders.

"Hmm?" Sheng Xuanling, who had already reached the door, turned around and glanced at the person behind him, interrupting his worries with an ambiguous expression, her aura brooking no dissent.

"It's alright, please take care and be careful." The butler was so intimidated by the oppressive atmosphere of the person in front of him that he couldn't speak. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​dissuading the person and could only smile awkwardly as he respectfully saw him off.

……

The sound of a car engine came from downstairs. Sheng Liuli walked to the window, lifted the curtain and looked down. Wearing a plain-colored velvet shawl, she leaned against the French window with her arms crossed and watched the car leave.

"I didn't even bother to get him a coat. If it were Uncle Yan..."

……

Sheng Xuanling drove to the scene, and while waiting for the doorman to open the car door, he called Yan Ran again, but the call was hung up.

"This woman..." Sheng Xuanling felt like she was about to laugh in exasperation at the inexplicable woman.

His appearance instantly caused a stir among the reporters at the entrance, with the number of flashes doubling in an instant.

After all, the current head of the Sheng family is unlike his predecessor; he rarely attends such charity fundraising galas. Instead, he is frequently seen at various cocktail parties and dances, always accompanied by beautiful women. Nevertheless, charity fundraising galas still consider the Sheng family's reputation and send them four invitations each time.

Holding the invitation, I entered the venue three minutes before the auction officially began.

Sheng Xuanling casually picked up a glass of champagne, bypassed the small circles of "acquaintances" exchanging pleasantries, and quietly walked to an inconspicuous yet perfectly placed corner. She sipped the fine wine in her glass, secretly scanning the room, searching for that familiar figure.

Several female guests who happened to notice him saw his gloomy complexion and dared not approach him to speak. They could only steal glances at him from time to time, fearing that the beautiful lady would beat them to it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this 'Disease Center' charity fundraiser..."

The host's voice had already rang out on stage, but Sheng Xuanling still hadn't found the person she was looking for, and the expression on her face became even more ambiguous.

"Xuanling, what brings you here?" As soon as Sheng Xuanling entered the venue, Liu Xinyin, who had been cautiously watching him from a distance, finally couldn't help but come over. She hugged his lean and strong waist from behind, her soft body pressed against his broad back, seemingly unintentionally rubbing against him gently. Her fair and delicate hands intentionally or unintentionally caressed his abdominal muscles, whose contours could be felt even through his shirt.