The Favored Heiress
Chapter 182: Your Life, I Claim It

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Your Life, I Claim It

"Master Yan, why do you think I would be scared? Scared of you, or the gun in your hand?"

This question cast a layer of gray over Shang Yu’s eyes, denser than the darkness of the night.

He leaned forward, his gaze unfathomably deep and chillingly deliberate, "The man before you killed someone at twelve and has countless lives on his hands. He’s not a good person; being with him is like walking through hell, where one careless move can lead to a violent death. Li Qiao, are you truly not afraid?"

Shang Yu’s voice was deep and slow, each word wrapped in untamed and murderous wildness.

Under the veil of rain, Li Qiao’s vision was obscured by the rainwater.

By her ear, the man’s words analytically dissected each sentence.

She closed her eyes to relieve the discomfort, and upon opening them once again, the determination in her gaze remained as steadfast as before.

Li Qiao said, "Master Yan, I never said I liked good people, nor did I ever say that I’m a good person."

What’s the definition of good or bad?

Every heart has its own scale. The man she liked, even if he was the Messenger of Hell, she would willingly fall into devilry for him.

If initially Li Qiao approached Shang Yu out of curiosity, she could confirm at this moment, she had indeed developed feelings for him.

How deep or how genuine, she wasn’t sure.

But the one thing Li Qiao knew was that everything she saw tonight still couldn’t shake her resolve.

She liked Shang Yu, whether it was love at first sight or a long-conceived intention.

For the first time in her life, Li Qiao wanted to seek a clear and unequivocal outcome when it came to liking someone.

At this moment, the torrential rain swept violently over everything in the valley.

Bloodstains mixed with the mud on the ground, giving off a thick stench of blood.

Shang Yu’s grip on Li Qiao’s hand gradually loosened.

In the pouring rain, his wet locks dripped with water, the fabric on his shoulders clung to his muscle definition, he lowered his handsome face, his voice hoarse, "Are you really not afraid? Do you know that once you go down this path, there’s no turning back?"

The woman Shang Yu wanted must be singular and unique.

If she couldn’t give him a firm commitment, she shouldn’t have disturbed his peace.

Li Qiao’s face was drenched with rain, yet it couldn’t conceal the exquisite grace of her brows and eyes.

She moved her hand to rest on the man’s shoulder, her fingers tightening slightly, her eyes gleaming with moist radiance, her tone slightly defiant, "Master Yan, I’m the kind of person who walks one path to the end without ever looking back."

The man who cleansed her soul, the man who delighted her heart in every way—even if he stood atop hell, that was merely the reflection of paradise in her eyes.

The eruption of Li Qiao’s emotions happened in that instant, grand and fiery, without any concealment or affectation.

She laid bare her heart, confessed her love, waiting for his response or rejection.

Even if Shang Yu had a heart of stone, he could not possibly remain indifferent.

Furthermore, he had long taken pleasure in Li Qiao.

In that moment, Shang Yu gazed deeply at her, the next second he held her in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to etch her into his bones.

His Adam’s apple bobbed continuously, and as he bent his head down, his thin lips brushed past her ear and he murmured, emotionally moved, "Good girl, don’t even think of escaping this lifetime, your life, I’m claiming it."

Shang Shaoyan wanted her, and only her.

At the sound, Li Qiao smiled faintly within his embrace, then slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze.

His body was soaked, and those cold eyes, wet from the rain, burnt with flame as he caressed Li Qiao’s cheek, pressing a kiss on her forehead, "Let’s go home."

Shang Yu led her by the hand toward the helicopter in the rain.

All the probing, all the indecision, dissolved into nothing in her unhesitant demeanor.

It turns out, the girl who stirred his world never contemplated a full retreat.