The Favored Heiress
Chapter 186: If you want to know anything in the future, you can directly ask me.

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: If you want to know anything in the future, you can directly ask me.

"Did Luoyu tell you?" Shang Yu straightened his shirt collar and turned his head to look at Li Qiao, his gaze deep and heavy.

Upon hearing this, Li Qiao neither confirmed nor denied but slowly crossed her legs, her eyes and brows carrying a trace of defiance. "Doesn’t matter who told me, I’m just practicing ’know your enemy, know yourself’."

Shang Yu gazed at her intently, his thin lips curving into a faint smile. He pinched her shoulder, his voice slightly hoarse, "If you want to know something in the future, you can ask me directly."

Li Qiao looked at him skeptically, appraising the man who had just woken up, his brows and eyes still tinged with languor.

The usually neat black shirt had some creases, his bangs hung over his forehead, exuding a wild unruliness but also a certain softness that came after recovery.

Li Qiao’s eyes flickered as she forcibly shifted her gaze away and quipped, "If that’s the case, I should make a list since Master Yan seems to have quite a few secrets."

Like the Secret Hall, like Parma, like the Shang Family...

At that moment, the man’s Adam’s apple moved, his laughter rich and throaty. He toyed with her hair, indulgently and permissively, "Then I... will wait and see."

After lunch, Li Qiao and Shang Yu stepped out together.

Exiting the Mansion’s grand hall, Shang Yu’s tall and broad silhouette paused at the entrance, gazing at the distant mountains before slowly turning back, spreading his palm toward Li Qiao who was a step behind.

After confirming their relationship, small gestures such as holding hands and embracing became almost second nature.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and extended her own palm forward, letting his broad, dry hand envelop her fingertips.

The contrasting black and white figures held hands and got into the car, making even the sunlight seem brighter and more brilliant.

...

During the ride, Li Qiao leaned against Shang Yu, calmly looking out the window with an air of appreciation for the scenery.

However, her phone in her pocket vibrated intermittently, rudely disturbing the quiet atmosphere in the vehicle.

"Why aren’t you answering the phone?" At that moment, Shang Yu cast a meaningful look at Li Qiao, his thin lips lifting slightly, revealing a trace of depth.

Li Qiao ’ah’ed and said without any psychological burden, "It’s a real estate agent, no need to pay attention."

Real estate agent Li San: "..."

In fact, since last night until now, Li San’s messages had never stopped.

WeChat, text messages, phone calls, video calls, voice calls; he’d been relentlessly ’harassing’ Li Qiao through every imaginable means of communication.

Essentially, his messages were all trying to convince her to stay away from Shang Shaoyan, insisting they were not suitable for each other and that relationships shouldn’t be forced.

Later, annoyed, when Li Qiao arrived at the Yan Emperor Group, she sent him a message to end the conversation: He will be your future brother-in-law.

Li San, at the border, was about to explode.

...

At four o’clock that afternoon, Luoyu drove Li Qiao’s car back from the Eastern Suburb Sports Ground.

She brought the car keys to the Chairman’s office and upon entering, discovered Li Qiao and Shang Yu sitting in the lounge, with a medical first-aid kit on the table, applying medicine to the palm of his hand.

Luoyu’s eyes flickered, she quickly averted her gaze, set down the keys, and hurried out.

By then, the afternoon sun was pleasant and bright.

Li Qiao grasped Shang Yu’s fingers, wiping the wounds on his palm with an iodine swab.

In the center of his palm were two wounds the size of soybeans, resembling burns. The blisters had burst, and having been rained on yesterday, the flesh turned white.

Shang Yu sat beside Li Qiao, his eyes lazily watching her serious and focused expression.

The two didn’t speak, the sunlight poured over them, exuding a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

After cleaning the wound, Li Qiao glanced at him, her smile teasing, "Master Yan, these burns are from cigarette butts, right?"

Although she didn’t smoke, she had seen some of the people at the border branding their arms with cigarette butts.

The injuries on Shang Yu’s palm were not as symmetrical, but their shapes were similar.

At this, Shang Yu flexed his joints, the black pupils beneath his brows burning slightly, "You figured it out?"