The Favored Heiress
Chapter 220: She Bet Correctly

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: She Bet Correctly

Li Qiao’s soft voice drifted into Shang Yu’s ear, instantly quelling all the runaway emotions and violent impulses.

Rationality returned, and the man’s hand released the door handle, his thin lips tightly pursed as he looked back at Li Qiao.

There was a hint of bright allure on the girl’s brows, her eyes full of longing, innocently flickering.

Looking down, her lips were exceptionally swollen, and under Shang Yu’s gaze, her tender pink tongue occasionally licked the corners of her mouth.

The man’s gaze deepened, his palm somewhat stiffly cradling Li Qiao’s cheek, his thumb gently touching her lips’ corner, his voice hoarse to the point of being unrecognizable, "Let me see."

Li Qiao looked at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, tilting her head back in response.

The left corner of her mouth indeed was slightly broken due to his intense kisses, not serious, just a mild pain.

But after losing control, when Shang Yu wanted to leave, Li Qiao could only try to keep him there by this method.

Clearly, she’d betted right.

Li Qiao couldn’t help but drift into thought, secretly guessing whether Shang Yu would end up putting a bandage on her mouth too, when suddenly the light before her dimmed, and the man leaned in to kiss her again.

It was not as violent as before, nor as impulsive,

Li Qiao: "..."

It stopped hurting, and started to numb.

Shang Yu, heart aching for her, kissed her ever so carefully, without a hint of desire.

It took a while before he pulled Li Qiao into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his broad shoulders tightly embracing her, the two pressed together almost perfectly.

His tone was deep and hoarse, tinged with barely noticeable self-reproach, "Is there a first-aid kit in the dormitory?"

Li Qiao: "..."

As expected... just as anticipated!

She leaned against his chest, unable to help but be amused.

Is he really going to put a bandage on her lips?

Is he that afraid that others won’t know she hurt her lips kissing her boyfriend?

Li Qiao struggled a bit in his embrace, then leaned back slightly to look at him, shaking her head seriously, "No."

"I’ll have Liuyun go buy one." Shang Yu’s gaze fell back to her lips, red and moist, radiating allure, yet marred by a tiny cut.

Li Qiao raised her hand to wipe her face, and leaning on his shoulder, could not help but laugh, "No need, it’s not hurting anymore, don’t trouble Liuyun, just keep me company inside for a bit."

From entering the room to now, his emotions had finally been soothed, but that had brought on a wave of relief akin to fatigue.

At that moment, the man’s dark eyes stirred with emotion, and he lowered his eyelids in silence for a moment before conceding, "Alright."

...

Inside the dormitory, Li Qiao led Shang Yu into the living room, the layout of the room similar to a standard hotel suite.

In the center stood a double bed, with wall-mounted desk cabinets, and near the floor-to-ceiling windows stood two round chairs and a glass tea table.

The overall facilities were simple, yet the natural wood decor gave off a cozy warmth.

At this time, as the two took their seats, each other’s reflections were cast upon the window by the light, one serene, the other silent.

Li Qiao glanced at their reflections in the window and pushed the bottled water on the desk to him, breaking the silence, "Master Yan, what time did you come over tonight?"

"Nine o’clock." Shang Yu’s deep, surging eyes fixated on Li Qiao unblinkingly.

Even trying to act nonchalant, his gaze uncontrollably kept drifting towards the corner of her mouth.

It was painfully red and sore.

Noticing Shang Yu’s gaze, Li Qiao subtly turned her head, twisting the injured corner of her mouth to the other side out of his sight, "You came over suddenly without saying a word, have you been waiting for me in the hallway this whole time?"

She and Lian Zhen left the laboratory around ten o’clock.

They went to a convenience store to eat, back and forth, delaying quite some time.

If she had known Shang Yu would come, she would have come back to find him earlier no matter what.

At this moment, the man took a cigarette case out of his trouser pocket, fondled it a couple of times, then raised his eyes to look at Li Qiao, and said in a low tone, as a matter of course, "You want to see their assessments tomorrow, don’t you?"

Li Qiao was startled, then remembered that tomorrow was Saturday, the day of the assistant’s examinations, "You... came here particularly to pick me up?"

Shang Yu, with a flicker of light in his deep, dark eyes, held the cigarette between his fingers but did not light it, said in a deep voice, "If you’re too tired, rest tonight, and it will still be early enough to go back in the morning."

It seemed he had reverted to his usual lazy state, all his uncontrolled emotions concealed deep in his eyes, appearing once again as the dignified and wild Overlord of the South Sea.

Li Qiao looked at him, her fingers slightly curling, her heart burning hot.

Then, she lowered her eyelids with a suppressed smile, "I’m not tired, it’s not even eleven yet, let’s go back now."

He was clearly so busy, yet he still remembered that she wanted to watch the four assistants’ assessments tomorrow.

How could she, relying on his favoritism, capriciously take advantage of his affection?

As she spoke, Li Qiao stood up, extending her hand to the man across the glass tea table.

She stood, he sat.

Shang Yu’s dark eyes intensely focused on Li Qiao’s figure, slowly extended his hand to grasp hers, and with a slight tug, he pulled her close the next second.

The man’s strong arms hooked around naturally, and Li Qiao unexpectedly tumbled to sit on his thigh.

Unlike a hug, such intimate proximity made her body tense slightly.

Li Qiao had no choice but to wrap her arms around Shang Yu’s shoulders to stabilize herself, looking at him with a light smile, "Shall we not go?"

Shang Yu didn’t speak but tightened his embrace, burying his face in the nape of Li Qiao’s neck the next second, his hot breath scattering on her skin, tingling and burning.

The room quieted down for a few seconds, and Li Qiao could clearly feel the arm around her waist squeezing tighter and tighter.

Until—

He brushed against her face, nuzzling softly, then his palm landed on Li Qiao’s nape, gently caressing through her hair.

Perhaps he had not fully emerged from his emotions just then.

Shang Yu’s voice tightened, holding her and settling for a while longer before he finally spoke, "Let’s go, let’s go home."

Before long, the two walked out of the dormitory one after the other, Shang Yu holding her hand, walking through the suddenly lit dormitory building.

From beginning to end, Li Qiao was extremely calm and composed.

Faced with the man’s obsessive side, she did not complain or disdain, and even though her lips were cracked, she still patiently soothed him.

Shang Yu thought that in this lifetime, there would be no other woman who could make him feel such deep palpitations as Li Qiao did.

And it was precisely because of this that when he saw her with someone else, he felt a rage capable of destroying the world.

So, Li Qiao, I can give you my life, as long as you... don’t betray me.

...

Around half-past midnight, the Yan Emperor’s motorcade returned to the South Sea Mansion.

Li Qiao nestled on the man’s shoulder, sleeping soundly.

Shang Yu moved gently as he carried her out of the car, his eyes downcast to the girl’s weary face cradled in his arms, and with a press of lips, he took her back to the guest room.

Li Qiao was placed on the comfortable large bed, her brow furrowed and she slowly stirred awake.

Her eyes barely opened a slit, she murmured, "What time is it?"

"Still early, go back to sleep," Shang Yu leaned against the bed, bending down to kiss her forehead, and seeing Li Qiao mumbling sleepily, his eyes as deep as ink, he covered her with a thin blanket and then left the room.