After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Chapter 94 A fight to the death? You dare to challenge me?

The news of last night's banquet spread throughout the entire elite circle of Beijing overnight, and he was so frightened that he couldn't sleep a wink all night.

He witnessed firsthand how pathetic Liu Qingxuan was in front of Shen Yu, and he also knew that Zheng Zangfeng was now completely devoted to Shen Yu.

The thought of how he had blocked Jiang Xinlan's drama and how Liu Qingxuan was holding his son's life at risk sent chills down his spine.

Liu Qingxuan is already in dire straits and cannot be relied upon at all. If Shen Yu investigates, he will not only lose his official position, but also his son's life.

Therefore, he arranged for the review of "The Wind Rises in Chang'an" to be expedited overnight. Not only was it approved smoothly, but it was also specially approved for the prime time slot next month.

After completing the process, he rushed over with the review documents, intending to apologize and beg Shen Yu to forgive him this time.

"Hello, I am Wang Yuanhe from the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Culture. I have urgent business to discuss with Mr. Shen. Please inform him."

Wang Yuanhe smiled ingratiatingly and spoke to the security guard at the entrance.

The security guard took the business card, went inside to inform Lu Zongming, and Lu Zongming personally went to ask for instructions.

Shen Yu refused without hesitation.

Did he really think Shen Yu was some kind of easy-going pushover?

Do you think you can manipulate him so that he'll forgive you just by apologizing and admitting his mistake, as if nothing ever happened?

That's absolutely out of the ordinary.

Not long after, Lu Zongming came out, looked at Wang Yuanhe, and said coldly:

"Deputy Director Zhou, Mr. Shen is resting and not receiving guests. Please leave."

Wang Yuanhe's heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward, forcing a smile as he said:

"Mr. Lu, could you please pass on the message again? I really have something urgent! It's about the censorship of 'The Wind Rises in Chang'an'! I've already approved it and even secured a prime-time slot. I personally delivered it to Mr. Shen! It will only take a few minutes, please!"

Lu Zongming remained unmoved: "Mr. Shen said he won't see you. Deputy Director Zhou, please leave. Don't linger here."

Just as Lu Zongming was about to turn and go inside, Wang Yuanhe acted impulsively, kneeling down at the villa entrance with a thud and kowtowing heavily towards the door, his voice trembling with tears:

"Mr. Shen! I know I was wrong! I was blind to your greatness and shouldn't have blocked Miss Jiang's performance! Liu Qingxuan threatened my son's life to force me! I had no choice! Please, Mr. Shen, have mercy on me this time! I will never dare to do it again!"

He thought that by lowering himself to kneel and kowtow, he had shown enough sincerity, and Shen Yu would at least give him, the deputy director, some face.

But the villa was quiet, and there was no response.

The neighbors passing by cast strange glances at him and pointed at him.

Wang Yuanhe knelt on the ground, his face burning with shame and indignation.

He kowtowed several more times, shouting, "Mr. Shen! I truly know I was wrong! Please, make any request you have! I'll grant you anything! Please, just see me!"

There was still no sound.

Lu Zongming stood at the door, looking at him coldly:

"Deputy Director Zhou, Mr. Shen doesn't want to see you. Even if you kneel until dark, it won't do you any good. Please leave and stop making a fool of yourself here."

These words completely ignited Wang Yuanhe's anger.

He was a deputy director with real power; when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He had already knelt down and kowtowed, but Shen Yu didn't even show his face. This was clearly a deliberate attempt to humiliate him!

A surge of anger welled up from the bottom of his heart. Wang Yuanhe suddenly stood up from the ground, dusted off the dirt on his knees, and the humility and fear on his face vanished instantly, replaced by ruthlessness and arrogance.

"Shen Yu! Don't push your luck!" Wang Yuanhe shouted sharply, pointing at the door.

"I know you're capable, and Zheng Zangfeng is protecting you! But don't forget, this is Beijing! Not your Jiangcheng! You're an outsider with shallow roots, no power or influence. If you really push me too far, we'll fight to the death!"

"Let me tell you, I'm the deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Culture! With just one word from me, you can say that 'The Wind Rises in Chang'an' won't be broadcast!"

From now on, Jiang Xinlan can forget about holding any of her dramas or events in Beijing! I can even coordinate with the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the Tax Bureau to investigate all your businesses! We'll make it impossible for you to move an inch in Beijing!

"I've already given you plenty of face! I personally came to apologize and even approved your application! Don't be ungrateful! Come out and see me right now, explain yourself, and we'll call it even! Otherwise, nobody's going to get away with this!"

With that, he shoved aside the security guard beside him and tried to barge into the villa:

"I'd like to see just how arrogant you are, Shen Yu! You're going to see me today, whether you want to or not!"

The moment Wang Yuanhe's hand touched the cold wrought iron gate of the villa, an invisible pressure as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea suddenly descended from the sky.

This oppressive force was not ordinary strength, but a chilling aura that crushed from the depths of the soul, as if the entire world had sank down in an instant, and even the air had solidified into a block of iron.

In the villa's living room, Shen Yu's fingers, holding a celadon teacup, paused slightly, causing a series of tiny ripples to spread across the surface of the tea.

His divine sense had already spread out, and every expression, every shout, and even the frequency of Wang Yuanhe's heartbeat outside the door were clearly imprinted in his mind.

Jiang Xinlan sensed a slight chill emanating from him, put down her book, and asked softly, "What's going on outside? Is someone causing trouble?"

"A clown who doesn't know his own limitations."

Shen Yu spoke calmly, his fingertips lightly tracing the rim of the glass, his tone completely devoid of emotion.

"Ignore him, Heaven will take care of him."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a heart-wrenching scream came from outside the door.

Wang Yuanhe was hit head-on by a heavy truck traveling at full speed. He flew sideways for more than three meters before crashing heavily onto the concrete steps of the residential area.

A soft cracking sound rang out—the sound of a rib breaking. The leather document bag in his hand instantly burst open, sending approval documents stamped with a red official seal flying everywhere like flakes of pale paper money.

His forehead struck the sharp edge of the step, and blood gushed out instantly, blurring his vision. His expensive custom-made suit was covered in dust and bloodstains, and he no longer possessed any semblance of the dignity of a deputy director.

The security guards at the entrance were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, and the neighbors who were passing by stopped to watch, pointing and whispering among themselves.

Lu Zongming stood inside the door, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

He had long known that Shen Yu was incredibly capable, but he never expected that the pressure released by just a thought could injure a grown man like this.

Wang Yuanhe lay on the ground, his whole body aching as if his bones had been disassembled and reassembled. His chest felt heavy, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

He struggled to sit up, when a chilling voice suddenly exploded deep within his mind, devoid of warmth yet carrying a power that sent shivers down his spine:

"Go to war or fight to the death? You dare to challenge me?"