The Favored Heiress
Chapter 237: The Young Lady of the Shang Shaoyan Family

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: The Young Lady of the Shang Shaoyan Family

In the carriage, all was quiet.

Li Qiao’s dark doe eyes stared unblinkingly at Qiu Huan, slowly drifting down to the front hood.

Stepping on her car emblem, very good!

Li Qiao exhaled, unfastened her seatbelt, pushed open the scissor doors, and leaned out of the car.

At that moment, a black business car slowly emerged from the exit of the underground passage.

But Qiu Huan didn’t notice, maintaining his stance on the hood and looking at Li Qiao with a wicked smile curling his lips.

However... that figure seemed somewhat familiar, especially the distinctive doe eyes, which grew more recognizable the longer he looked.

Li Qiao, her face masked, calmly approached Qiu Huan and stared at his leg. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly bent her knee and hit him right in the back of his leg.

Qiu Huan jolted back, stumbled, and gathered his leg, dropping his cigarette in surprise, "Fuck..."

"Master Qiu, dashing across the road, are you seeking death on purpose?" Li Qiao’s tone was especially low, and with careful listening, one could discern a trace of annoyance.

Qiu Huan was stunned, "Li, Li Qiao?"

He steadied himself, recognized Li Qiao’s voice, and then took another look at those eyes. Damn it, it was Shaoyan’s family’s young lady.

Qiu Huan glanced at the Maserati hood and saw the footprints, guiltily touching his eyebrow, "No, girl, when did you suddenly change cars?"

He distinctly remembered that Li Qiao usually drove a big Mercedes-Benz G.

When did she switch to the latest model Maserati?

He had thought someone was showing off and racing down the road!

Li Qiao glanced at Qiu Huan with indifferent eyes and brows, just as she took off the mask from her face, a heavy black business car also stopped nearby.

The automatic door opened, revealing Shang Yu’s figure under the warm light.

Li Qiao turned expressionlessly, and upon encountering the man’s raised eyebrows and handsome features, she immediately lowered her gaze, concealing the fierceness in her eyes.

"What are you standing here for?" Shang Yu glanced at the red Maserati and then at the flickering eyes of Qiu Huan, his deep eyes slightly narrowed.

Just at that moment, Ou Bai’s figure approached from the main entrance of Venus Hall.

He too wore a mask and hurried along, quickening his pace upon seeing the two cars, black and red, parked side by side on the frontage road.

Li Qiao remained silent, her gaze heavy as she watched Qiu Huan.

Seeing this, he feigned composure and chuckled nervously, "Nothing much, just a little misunderstanding."

Qiu Huan didn’t dare to speak the truth, but he had the feeling that he’d hit some bad luck.

He had just left the VIP room ahead of time to meet someone and planned to wait for Shang Yu at the entrance of the passage.

And then, by ill fate, he ran into Li Qiao.

What the hell kind of luck was this!

At that moment, Shang Yu looked at his forced smile, withdrew his gaze and turned to Li Qiao with a smile, "Get in."

As the man finished speaking, Luoyu, who had been in the front passenger seat, intuitively opened the door and stepped out.

She approached Li Qiao and whispered, "Miss Li, please get in, I’ll drive the sports car."

Li Qiao gave a brief nod in acknowledgment, her face taut as she climbed into the business car.

Shortly after, Ou Bai and Qiu Huan also bent down to enter the carriage, both of them wisely taking their seats in the last row and taking the opportunity to greet Wang Yue who was holding the briefcase.

The two cars departed one after the other from the service road, while under a spotlight, a figure in champagne materialized slowly.

She watched the direction in which the business car disappeared, her lips curling knowingly. Shang Shaoyan was indeed at Venus tonight.

It seemed that her suspicions... were not wrong.

...

During the drive, the atmosphere inside the carriage was practically frozen, and no one spoke for quite some time.

Anyone could see that Li Qiao’s mood was off, enveloped in a low pressure that warned strangers to stay away.

The young girl sat by the window with a frosty expression, her cheeks illuminated by the street lights, her brows and eyes emanating a chill indifference.

Qiu Huan lounged in the back seat with a drumming heart, suspecting Li Qiao was angry with him.

Damn!

He might have ticked off Shaoyan’s little darling.

Ou Bai was completely baffled and nudged Qiu Huan with the tip of his foot, gesturing toward Li Qiao with his mouth, "What’s going on?"

Qiu Huan wiped his face with a look of indescribable frustration, shaking his head, unwilling to say anything.

He was thinking, maybe sending that ancestor a new car tomorrow would make up for tonight’s mistake.

Ou Bai, out of patience, rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

At that moment, the back of Li Qiao’s cool hand suddenly warmed up as the man’s broad palm pulled her hand gently into his grasp and asked in a steady voice, "What’s the matter now?"

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to meet Shang Yu’s eyes, which were filled with a soft light. She remained silent, pursed her lips, casually flipped open the armrest between them, and leaned forward, burying herself in the man’s embrace.

She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent, and weakly demanded, "Hold me tighter."

The others: "..."

They’re really treating us like we’re invisible.

Ou Bai lifted his eyelids to glance over, then turned his face away in disgust, continuing to feign sleep.

Qiu Huan, on the other hand, supported his forehead with one hand, pretending to be calm as he looked down at his phone, which displayed a notification about the latest sports car model from a dealership.

Wang Yue, sitting beside him acting as a tool, silently hugged his small carry-on tighter.

As for Liuyun, who was driving, he looked perfectly composed, obviously used to such scenes.

Shang Yu, with a smile in his eyes, did as he was told, tightened his arms, and hugged Li Qiao closely to his chest. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and asked with exceptional patience, "Who angered you, hmm?"

Qiu Huan’s leg twitched, wanting to kneel.

Perhaps... he should just come clean?

Just as he was about to give in and confess, in the quiet car, Li Qiao, filled with emotion, muttered through clenched teeth, "Some asshole in Venus."

Qiu Huan’s heart was caught in his throat.

Listen, she’s really angry.

She had even referred to him as an asshole.

When Shang Yu heard her words, a frown creased his forehead, he tightened his hug around her, asking in a lowered voice, "You went to Venus tonight?"

"Hmm." Li Qiao nuzzled into his neck, then sighed deeply. Regaining some sense, she pinched his fingers and asked, "How come you’re also here?"

As they spoke, Liuyun parked the car near the entrance to the grassy lawn of the Nineveh Clubhouse, looking back to remind, "Boss, we’ve arrived at the clubhouse."

In the blink of an eye, everyone got out of the car.

The grass was enveloped in a hazy glow from the ground lights, and at the junction of the Inner River ahead, there were round tables and a few wicker chairs, offering a panoramic view of the scenic landscape.

The group took their seats one by one, Li Qiao slumped in a wicker chair with a listless air of not wanting to deal with anyone.

Then, the clubhouse butler brought champagne and various snacks. As Qiu Huan took his glass, he obsequiously presented it to Li Qiao, "Girl, have some wine to steady your nerves."

And, incidentally, to settle his own.

Li Qiao glanced at him lazily, tugged at the corner of her mouth, took the champagne glass, and downed it in one go under everyone’s watchful gaze.

Qiu Huan applauded enthusiastically, "Girl, you’re awesome, what a great drinker."

Ou Bai looked at Qiu Huan as if he were an idiot, nudging him with his knee, "Are you on laxatives? What’s gotten into you?"

Didn’t you see that Shaoyan’s face has gone dark?