The Favored Heiress
Chapter 200: Shang Yu Leaves the South Sea

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Shang Yu Leaves the South Sea

Li Qiao did not move an inch, her eyelashes drooping down as she eased her breath, relaxing her grip on the gun.

"The recoil of the Desert Eagle is too strong; you could try the Colt."

The man’s low voice was like the sound of a cello, deep and seductively husky.

The images in Li Qiao’s mind receded like the tide, deliberately suppressed, and she soon returned to her usual self.

For more than an hour, Li Qiao practiced shooting, with Shang Yu accompanying her by her side.

Shooting with a real gun was addictive.

It was not until she had fired fifty bullets that Li Qiao stopped, her palms numb and her arms sore, yet feeling absolutely exhilarated.

...

The sky was nearing dusk, aglow with the brilliance of a sunset.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu sat in the outdoor resting area. She rubbed her arm, pulling a wry smile, "Master Yan, today is my last day of internship. Is this my farewell reward?"

She loved guns, and he must have known that by now.

So he let her indulge in her enjoyment before she joined the busy research work.

The man was smoking, gazing at the distant golf course, "You could say that. I have to leave tomorrow, and I’ll probably be back in about a week."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to Li Qiao, "If there’s anything, you can call me, or ask Luoyu to handle it. If the lab needs medical support, just talk to Liuyun."

"Oh," Li Qiao nodded in understanding, but something about his words felt off.

She leaned against the U-shaped wicker chair, narrowing her eyes in suspicion, "Aren’t you coming back in a week?"

The details he provided sounded like he was going to be away for a long time.

Shang Yu crossed his legs, tapping the ashes in the ashtray, lifting his eyelids to glance at her, and curved his lips, "It’s just to be prepared for any eventuality."

...

The following day, Saturday, Shang Yu left South Sea.

At ten in the morning, after having breakfast, Li Qiao drove out.

Initially, she had planned to visit Guan Mingyu, but just as her car left the Shaded Pathway, Mo Qi’s call came through.

On the phone, he sounded panicked, "Xiao Li, the teacher is missing. Has he come to see you?"

Uncle Zhong the Ninth is missing?

Li Qiao pulled over to the side of the road, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel, "Take it easy. How did he go missing?"

Subconsciously, Li Qiao thought of Tu Anliang.

He had just forced her to stop her car yesterday morning, and then Luoyu had given him a lesson; if he was holding a grudge and wanted revenge, it made sense.

In the end, she had underestimated the wolfish ambition of Tu Anliang.

Uncle Zhong the Ninth was his father; would he really go so far?

At this point, Mo Qi anxiously explained the situation over the phone.

It turned out that Mo Qi had an emergency yesterday and did not go to the hospital. This morning when he went to visit, he found that Uncle Zhong the Ninth had disappeared.

Mo Qi rushed to ask the nurse at the station, only for her to ask him in return, "Why haven’t you brought the patient back yet?"

Because the disclaimer for leaving the hospital signed the night before had Mo Qi’s name on it.

But the handwriting was neither his nor Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s.

Mo Qi was utterly helpless and could only call Li Qiao for help.

Now, after hearing Mo Qi’s explanation, Li Qiao spoke calmly, "Don’t worry, I will go look for the teacher."

Without waiting for Mo Qi’s response, Li Qiao hung up the phone.

...

Meanwhile, in an old residential complex in South Sea, room 302.

Just as Li Qiao had thought, Uncle Zhong the Ninth was indeed taken away by Tu Anliang.

At this moment, Tu Anliang, wearing leather shoes and stepping on the coffee table, held a cigarette between two fingers, squinting at Uncle Zhong the Ninth on the sofa, whose face had turned pale, and he mocked, "Old man, if you don’t want to lose another hand, you better start talking about your female disciple and her thugs—what’s their story?"