Villain Boss Chapter 219
Translated by Digitalian (ko-fi)
Chapter 219: If You Don't Want To, Get Out
At Shen Lang's funeral, apart from Jiang Ranran who had left the base, all the other younger members of the family attended.
It was drizzling that day. Shen Yang held up a black umbrella, tilting it slightly to shield Shen Yao from the slanting wind and rain.
Shen Yao still had a fever. Her cheeks were flushed with a sickly redness, and she occasionally coughed a couple of times in a suppressed manner.
The Shen family’s patriarch, Shen Lang, had passed away. Shen Yang was a playboy, Shen Bai was mild-mannered, and Shen Yao was obsessed with the laboratory. It seemed that there was no one in this generation of the Shen family who could take charge of the overall situation.
More than one person from various factions within the base had considered this point.
So, even before the funeral of the previous base’s leader was over, those people began to probe each other at the old man's funeral.
Hearing some unpleasant whispers, Shen Yao coughed, then whispered, "Eldest Brother, those people..."
"Ignore them." Shen Yang pulled her coat tighter and whispered, "I've achieved my goal. If they want this base, just let them have it."
Just let them have it. Let's see if these idiots could hold onto it.
"Eldest Brother." Holding her elder brother's hand, Shen Yao coughed, her voice a little hoarse, "If you don't want to continue... then quit."
Just let those people fight and scramble for it. What was so great about that position? When people were in high positions, they were often not in control of their own lives. Shen Lang was the best example of that.
The old man spent his whole life bringing the Shen family to the top, and then lived in constant fear after reaching the top... What was so good about that?
"If we can't stay in Xiling base, we can go somewhere else."
Shen Yao was well protected, so her thoughts were naïve.
Go somewhere else?
Where could the Shen family go after leaving Xiling base?
Moreover, like Shen Lang, he also had several lives on his hands.
However, Shen Yang didn’t say these words.
Shen Yang chuckled and patted his sister's head. "I know."
After seeing off the guests who came to offer their condolences, Shen Yang instructed Zheng Li to take Shen Yao back to her room to rest, while Shen Yang went to the study alone.
The study was previously used by Shen Lang, and after he passed away, the layout of the study remained unchanged for now.
Shen Yang walked to his usual sofa, sat down, and casually lit a cigarette.
He hadn't smoked in a long time, and when he took a deep breath, it made him choke.
He coughed softly.
"Yang." Hearing the cough, Zheng Li stopped at the door and knocked gently. "You got caught in the rain. I'll have the kitchen make you some ginger soup."
Shen Yang stopped coughing, and mumbled with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "No need."
Zheng Li neither agreed nor disagreed, and simply left.
Shen Yang finished his cigarette quickly, put his foot on the coffee table in front of him, and casually lit another one.
……
The girl, carrying ginger soup, knocked on the door but received no response. She carefully pushed the door open, but before she could even step inside, she was choked by the smell of smoke that hit her.
She suppressed her cough and stood at the doorway until the smoke dissipated somewhat before entering the study.
Shen Yang was stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray when he saw her. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Why was this woman still here? Didn't he ask Zheng Li to give her some random job and send her away?
Sensing his repulsion, the girl silently put down the tray in her hand and gestured, "Mr. Zheng said to drink it while it's hot."
Shen Yang didn't understand sign language. He lit a cigarette, and said impatiently, "Put it down and get out."
She pursed her lips, staring at the cigarette between his fingers, her expression hesitant.
She didn't leave, and Shen Yang didn't even look at her.
He leaned back on the sofa, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked tired.
He didn't chase her away again. The girl hesitated, then poured the ginger soup from the container into a bowl, and gently poked him. When he opened his eyes, she handed the bowl to him.
Shen Yang stared at the bowl for a moment, then his gaze shifted to the girl's pale face.
He gave a playful smile.
Looking at his smile, the girl blinked, not quite understanding the meaning behind it.
Without further putting her on the spot, Shen Yang took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The girl opened her mouth as if to tell him it was too hot, but he had already finished drinking the ginger soup as if nothing had happened.
He put down the bowl, beckoned with his finger, and his every move revealed his usual frivolous and unrestrained nature.
"Come over."
The girl leaned over.
The moment she leaned forward, he grabbed her arm, not giving her a chance to struggle, and pulled her onto his lap.
"..." The girl opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
He lowered his head and sniffed the top of her hair, then said thoughtfully, "It seems that you've been doing quite well at the Shen family’s residence these past few days?"
The girl stiffened and nodded. Zheng Li took good care of her, and as a result, the servants treated her with great respect.
"Uncle Zheng is very good to you? Do you know why?"
His slender fingers gently stroked her face. His cool fingertips made her instinctively want to pull away, but she forced herself to stay still.
"It’s because they all think you’re my woman."
A deep laugh escaped his lips, and as she was held tightly in his arms, she could feel the slight vibration of his chest.
But his tone didn't sound cheerful much.
She didn't dare to respond.
"Do you want to be my woman?"
His fingertips traced the contours of her cheek, down her neck, and continued downwards.
His voice was slightly hoarse, like a demon tempting mortals to succumb. "I have many women, and I never refuse any pretty girl—if you want, I can grant your wish right now."
As soon as he finished speaking, she grasped his roving fingers.
"Hmm?" His voice raised a notch, and he tightened his grip on her waist, his voice low and menacing. "Are you afraid?"
The girl pursed her lips and gestured, "I'm not afraid. I just don't want to."
She bet he'd stop after being rejected.
Still not understanding what she was saying, Shen Yang pushed her away. "If you're afraid, get out."
"...Ouch!" She was pushed to the ground and accidentally hit the leg of the table next to her.
Shen Yang didn't even glance at her. "Don't bother me again. I'm not interested in women who can't have fun."
He wasn't interested in her, and lay on his side, but didn't light another cigarette.
The girl got up from the ground, tidied up the tray, and carried it out.
……
Hearing the footsteps fade away, Shen Yang sat up from the sofa and called Zhong Qian over.
"Captain?"
"For the time being, I’ll hand over the affairs of the first team to you. If anyone asks, just say that my grandfather died and I’m devastated, drowning my sorrows in alcohol at home."
Zhong Qian: "..." Boss, what tricks were you playing now?
"Also, ask that guy from Team Z to come and see me."
"Team Z?" Zhong Qian recalled the news he had received. "Xiaoyuan sent word a couple of days ago that Shen Feng has led Team Z out hunting and hasn’t returned yet."
Hunting, as the name suggested, involved hunting zombies and mutant beasts.
Only those lunatics in Team Z would voluntarily go out to hunt zombies without any points or rewards.
They found pleasure in it.
"Has Shen Feng heard about Marshal Shen's passing?"
"They haven't come back yet, so we haven't told them."
"Then ask him to come back and see me, and I’ll tell him personally." Shen Yang’s smile was sinister. "I think he’ll rejoice at this news."
