Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Shen's old house.

In the solemn and dignified silence of the snow, the gate of the manor slowly opened and the Maybach drove in, crushing the snow.

Chen Huai made arrangements in advance.

The housekeeper was waiting in front of the main house early, helping Shen Rao open the car door and holding an umbrella to block the heavy snow above his head.

Just came in from outside.

The butler then handed over an old brass key.

"Master, this is the key to the attic."

The key is plain in style, but there is an obsidian on the handle, which adds a sense of mystery and preciousness.

The servant respectfully took off Shen Rao's coat. He glanced at the key casually and didn't take it.

Change the subject.

"Grandma isn't awake yet?"

"The old lady went to Chengming Temple yesterday and hasn't come back yet. She said that she saw that the eldest young master has been having bad luck recently and was afraid that he might have bad luck, so she went to get a peace amulet for you."

The butler explained with a smile.

Shen Rao's hand, which was about to take the key, paused for just a second before he picked up the key on the tray and started playing with it.

The key is cool and feels smooth.

He glanced at the gem that was the same color as his pupils and curled his cold, thin lips upwards.

The tone is very light and calm.

"At your age, you're just messing around."

"The old lady is also worried about you. You should come back more often when you have time."

The housekeeper comforted him.

Ever since Shen Rao moved out of the Shen family when he became an adult, he was rarely seen except during the holidays.

Old Madam Shen only has him as her grandson.

Other members of the Shen family came frequently, but they all had their own ulterior motives.

Just looking at the intrigues between the second and third rooms makes the old lady feel like having a headache.

This huge Shen family old house.

Most of the time, she was alone.

Although Mrs. Shen, who has been strong all her life, never said it, she still wanted to be closer to her grandson.

The housekeeper saw things very clearly and didn't want the grandparents and grandchildren to become estranged.

Shen Rao lowered his head.

There was no expression on his face, but he suddenly narrowed his eyes, smiled and walked forward.

"I am unfilial. I'd better stop coming around the old lady and getting in the way."

His narrowed eyes were filled with deep coldness, paranoia and cruelty.

There is also a subtle sadness, that is, there is no trace of smile.

The butler looked at the tall figure disappearing in the long corridor and sighed.

He turned around and asked the servant to go downstairs to prepare some warming soup.

Wait a minute, give it to the young master.

Shen Rao entered the elevator in the main building, lowered his eyes, and pressed the button for the floor he wanted to go to.

The elevator slowly goes down.

The underground garage of the main house has a retro European style of complex decoration, which is fully reflected in this inconspicuous garage.

He stood in front of a relief wooden wall, holding the key in his hand and inserting it into the hidden keyhole underneath.

Followed by a teeth-grinding sound of unlocking the door.

The wooden carved wall in front of me was pushed open, and instantly the warm yellow sensor lights gradually lit up.

There was thick dust inside, and there was only a spiral wooden staircase.

Shen Rao stared blankly, his deep black eyes unable to penetrate even the warm light.

He stood there for a long while before taking a stiff step forward.

The 'attic' of the Shen family's main house is not on the top floor.

On the ground floor, there is a mezzanine between the underground garage and the underground garage.

That was a place that even the servants of the Shen family didn't know about.

It was also the secret base that Shen's parents built for him when he was young.

I picked up a game console covered in dust on the ground. It was a model from fifteen years ago.

Here, the entire floor is opened up and filled with all kinds of valuable, now mostly discontinued model toys, game cartridges, small amusement facilities... and so on.

Just by looking at it, one can feel the love that Shen's parents have for their son.

Shen Rao pulled up his hospital gown and wiped the dust off the game console.

Young Master Shen, who was a bit of a germaphobe, didn't care about getting dirty at all.

Just keep wiping.

He wiped it very hard and in a panic.

I don't know if he was wiping the dust off the game console.

Or erase the memories that can't be controlled from appearing in your mind.

Memories rekindled.

It gives people the illusion that everything happened just yesterday.

This place is exactly the same as it was fifteen years ago, even the game console thrown on the ground is still there.

then.

As Shen Rao is the next heir of the Shen family, Old Madam Shen is very strict with him.

Young Master Shen at such a young age.

I can only revolve around the successor courses, heavy academic workload, and some required upper-level skills, spinning like a top.

Shen's parents were very distressed when they saw this, so they secretly built this secret base without telling the old lady.

As a reward for his excellent academic performance.

in memory.

The vivid parents have long faded.

Today, as their memories returned, it was as if they were standing in front of him again.

Shen Rao finally wiped the game console clean, looked at it for a long time, and then put it back to its original place.

The clean game consoles and the dusty ground seem somewhat inconsistent.

He knew he couldn't go back.

He withdrew his gaze and no longer lingered.

He strode towards the plush carpet in the middle.

Nearly an hour later.

Covered in dust, he took the elevator from the underground garage to the third floor, and returned to his room to wash off the dirt on his body.

Ignore the wound that was bleeding faintly.

He wore a shirt and trousers, a well-cut, slim-fitting tailored suit that accentuated his smooth muscle lines.

He was dressed in ink, and his already pale face looked almost transparent, appearing somewhat fragile under the light.

But when he raised those sharp eagle eyes slightly, he could feel the extreme coldness and oppression.

It makes people afraid to look directly.

Shen Rao lowered his head and walked out of the elevator while putting on his watch.

Chen Huai was waiting for him in the reception room. A servant stood beside him holding a thermos containing the warming soup ordered by the housekeeper.

He sat down on the sofa.

The servant squatted down, spread the soup, and then left respectfully.

He didn't even dare to look at this cold and imposing master.

Before, the incident in which he stabbed the other two young masters with a knife while laughing had already spread, and everyone was even more cautious than before.

Although there was no rumor that Prince Shen had assaulted the servants, it was still true that his temper was too unpredictable.

Even our own relatives can do it, let alone these servants.

Shen Rao stirred the warming soup from time to time.

The orange-yellow medicinal soup exudes bursts of hot air.

The doctor said that he could eat some liquid food now, and Chen Huai didn't stop him.

The Shen family's warming soup is made from precious medicinal materials and is good for Shen Rao now.

He scooped up the soup, took only one sip, and put the spoon down.

Leaning on the sofa, his elbows resting on the armrests, his palms clenched into fists, supporting the side of his face.

There was no emotion in the voice.

"Go and tell the people who are following me that the thing is in my hands. If they want it, ask their team leader to come see me."

"Yes."

Chen Huai knew that he couldn't persuade her.

I had no choice but to agree and go out to pass the message to the people outside.

The living room fell silent.

The servant had just added charcoal to the fireplace, and the fire was burning brightly. The dancing flames cast a shadow on his handsome profile, making his sharp eyebrows and eyes appear softer.

All rooms in the manor have heating.

winter day.

Burning a fire in the fireplace is the old lady's leisurely and elegant hobby.

Shen Rao half-closed his eyes, his dark pupils were illuminated by the firelight, and the surging emotions inside were blocked.

He moved, resting his knuckles on the armrest.

I was so close to the fire, but I couldn't feel any warmth.