Beautiful CEO's Top Expert-Chapter 947: I Knew I Couldn’t Hide It from You

Sheng Wentao seemed to harbor a grudge against Xiao Boya as deep as a feud over killing his father and stealing his wife.

Whenever Xiao Boya was mentioned, not only did his expression twist slightly, but his eyes also revealed an uncontrollable hatred.

This hatred seemed to penetrate to his very bones, flowing through his blood.

Ye Xunhuan, feeling Sheng Wentao’s deep-seated hatred, froze for a moment: Damn, just how much enmity and resentment must he have against Xiao Boya to feel this way?

"Did he take your wife or kill your dad?" Ye Xunhuan couldn’t help asking aloud.

As soon as Ye Xunhuan spoke, Tang Yurou tugged at him, her expression slightly unnatural.

Before Ye Xunhuan could finish his question, Sheng Wentao’s already sinister and hate-filled face darkened further.

This left Ye Xunhuan momentarily stunned.

"No way... Did I just accidentally hit the nail on the head?"

Heaven help him, Ye Xunhuan had only been speaking off the cuff—he really wasn’t aware of the actual situation.

"He didn’t steal my wife, nor did he kill my dad!"

"Phew, scared me half to death!" Ye Xunhuan let out a long sigh of relief. "I thought my mouth didn’t have some kind of magical foresight..."

Before Ye Xunhuan could finish his sentence, Sheng Wentao interrupted: "But he stole my brother’s woman!"

Ye Xunhuan couldn’t help twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Damn it, why is this kind of cliché, melodramatic nonsense everywhere I go?

Looks like the ancients weren’t wrong: Beauty causes trouble, and women are the source of all calamities and chaos.

"Your brother’s woman was stolen by that Xiao Boya?" Ye Xunhuan asked cautiously.

"That’s right!"

At this moment, Ye Xunhuan really didn’t know what to say, but his curiosity piqued: Given that the Sheng family isn’t weak in Beijing, how could someone steal a Sheng family wife?

"Bro, tell your brother from me: A real man doesn’t fear being without a wife..."

At this point, Ye Xunhuan felt like this was the only appropriate thing to say to comfort Sheng Wentao.

Before Ye Xunhuan could finish speaking, Tang Yurou tugged at him again and shot him a look, signaling him to stop talking.

Seeing the meaning in Tang Yurou’s eyes, Ye Xunhuan grew even more confused. Was there some hidden story behind all this? Otherwise, why would Tang Yurou not want him to continue?

Sheng Wentao took a deep breath, lit a cigarette for himself, his eyes reddened slightly, his expression filled with pain and sorrow: "I’m afraid I’ll never have the chance to convey your words to my brother..."

Ye Xunhuan’s heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition suddenly rising in his chest: "You... you don’t mean to tell me, your brother... he..."

"That’s right. My brother’s gone!" Sheng Wentao exhaled heavily, his face full of bitterness.

It was in this moment that Ye Xunhuan finally understood why Tang Yurou had tugged at him, signaling him to stop talking.

Turns out Sheng Wentao’s brother had passed away.

But how did Sheng Wentao’s brother die?

Could it be that Xiao Boya and Sheng Wentao’s sister-in-law, this adulterous pair, had conspired to murder him...

In an instant, Ye Xunhuan’s imagination ran wild, involuntarily recalling the tragic tale of Wu Dalang, Ximen Qing, and Pan Jinlian.

This time, though, Ye Xunhuan refrained from speaking recklessly—not because he didn’t want to, but because he feared his damn mouth might accidentally get it right, which would be beyond awkward!

Thus, Ye Xunhuan felt it was better to keep quiet.

But remaining silent seemed a little inappropriate as well.

So, Ye Xunhuan sighed lightly before slowly reaching out to pat Sheng Wentao’s shoulder: "My condolences."

"It’s fine, I’ve gotten used to it!" Sheng Wentao said with reddened eyes, a faint sheen of tears flickering in them. "Alright, let’s not talk about these sad things anymore. Let’s go have some fun—you and Yu Rou, my treat!"

"Whether we play or not doesn’t matter, you..."

"No way, I promised you I’d show you a good time, and I intend to deliver!"

At this moment, Sheng Wentao seemed to have returned to his jovial, carefree self, giving the impression of someone completely unburdened.

But Ye Xunhuan could sense the deep sorrow and grief hidden within Sheng Wentao’s heart.

"Sure, I’ll follow your lead tonight!" Ye Xunhuan didn’t fuss or decline, agreeing readily. "But where are we going to have fun?"

"I guarantee thrilling excitement!" Sheng Wentao said confidently. "Wait till we get there—you’ll find out, and I promise you’ll like it!"

Ye Xunhuan scoffed: "What makes you so sure I’ll like it..."

"Every man likes this kind of thing!"

"Damn, you’re not planning on taking me to find women, are you?" Ye Xunhuan suddenly widened his eyes, his face full of shock as he looked at Sheng Wentao. "Screw you, my darling Yu Rou is right here with me..."

Sheng Wentao’s face turned black. "Yu Rou, is he really Aunt Phoenix’s son?"

Tang Yurou replied, slightly helpless: "If there wasn’t a mix-up at the hospital back then, he should be."

Three black lines immediately appeared on Ye Xunhuan’s forehead: "Yu Rou, why are you siding with outsiders..."

"Young Master Ye, for Aunt Phoenix to be such a domineering boss in the business world, how could she have given birth to someone who only thinks about women like you..."

"Damn it, you’re the one who said men all like this!" Ye Xunhuan replied, his face full of black lines. "Aren’t all men supposed to like women?"

"Some men like other men!" Sheng Wentao replied seriously.

"Like you?"

"Get lost!"

With just a few words, the previously oppressive atmosphere seemed to gradually lighten, and Sheng Wentao returned to his usual self.

Where Sheng Wentao planned to take Ye Xunhuan and Tang Yurou for fun, Ye Xunhuan didn’t know. Sheng Wentao kept his lips sealed and acted all secretive.

Though Ye Xunhuan was curious about where Sheng Wentao intended to take them, he could tell Sheng Wentao had already made up his mind to stay tight-lipped.

So Ye Xunhuan simply stopped asking.

What, was Sheng Wentao really going to sell him or something?

As time passed quickly, fewer cars and pedestrians appeared on the roadside.

Where on earth was Sheng Wentao planning to drive them?

Inside the car, Tang Yurou stared out the window at the rapidly passing scenery, her brows furrowing slightly. Then, as if realizing something, she turned to Sheng Wentao and asked, "Sheng Wentao, are you planning to have Xunhuan race cars with you?"

Race cars?

Upon hearing those words, Ye Xunhuan immediately fixed his gaze on Sheng Wentao, his eyes filled with unspoken curiosity!

Faced with Tang Yurou’s question, Sheng Wentao chuckled: "I knew I couldn’t hide it from you..."