The old butler's face showed a hint of awkwardness, but he still agreed with a smile.
Shen Yunyun turned back and said, "Then prepare some good food for us. We'll come back to eat after we've walked around and gotten tired. Make plenty—I have a big appetite. You're so wealthy, you wouldn't starve a little girl like me, would you?"
"Of course." The butler thought to himself, as long as they don't run away, they'd get whatever they want—wind or rain.
He quickly gave the orders.
Shen Yunyun and Lin Mengxing wandered around the courtyard, Shen Yunyun's eyes darting everywhere, but in reality, she was looking for surveillance cameras.
As she looked, she felt something odd about the villa, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what.
They circled the garden and sat down to rest by a large rock.
Shen Yunyun had already checked—there were no cameras here. She whispered, "Sister, what's really going on? Didn't they already hold a funeral for Lin Qingyu? Why are they kidnapping you back?"
Lin Mengxing shook her head. "I don't know. He has someone on the outside. I thought he wanted to make room for her."
"That doesn't add up either. If he really wanted to make room for someone else, why not just disown you? Why go through all this trouble to capture you?"
Lin Mengxing shook her head again, indicating she didn't know.
"Since you don't know either, why not wait until he shows up and try to pry some information out of him?"
"Is it really that important to ask? Shouldn't we be thinking about how to escape?"
"I just think we should solve the problem at its root. Find out where the issue lies, then treat it accordingly, and they'll naturally let us go. If we don't address the root cause, how will you ever pick up your beloved acting career again? Think about it—some old pervert has his eye on you, wanting to kidnap you every few days. Isn't that terrifying? This time, I'm with you, and we can talk things through. But what about next time when you're alone? If they lock you up somewhere, even the police might have a hard time finding you, right? If they have hidden rooms or basements here, it's easy to keep someone locked away. Remember that female PhD student who was chained up in a village for over a decade, having several children?"
At Shen Yunyun's words, Lin Mengxing felt a chill run down her spine.
Even though human civilization had advanced greatly, there were still places in the world where sunlight never reached.
She felt that Sheng Sinian was fully capable of such a thing.
Sometimes she even wondered if Sheng Sinian was mentally ill.
On one hand, he acted deeply in love, insisting she was the only one for him.
On the other hand, he could fool around with other women.
If he truly loved her, why keep a mistress outside?
If it was fake, why wouldn't he divorce her? Why insist on trapping her even in death?
Could there really be some ulterior motive?
So, she nodded.
At that moment, she regretted coming to her own funeral. What closure was she seeking? Why be so dramatic?
She analyzed her own psychology—she probably still harbored a lot of resentment, a lingering grudge.
She wanted Sheng Sinian and Sheng Mingyang, father and son, to regret their actions.
She wanted to stage a "wife-chasing crematorium," where the father and son would kneel and beg for forgiveness, but she would resolutely refuse.
But thinking it over, was that really worth it?
Now that she could finally break free from those rotten people, why not focus on blooming and thriving instead of getting tangled up with them again?
Lin Mengxing truly regretted it now, almost wanting to slap herself twice.