The Favored Heiress
Chapter 260: She is More Capable Than You

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: She is More Capable Than You

Liuyun and Luoyu both startled, and with narrowed eyes, Luoyu retorted, "Didn’t you message me saying..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Yue waved his hand, "That’s because Miss Li made a sudden move that led me to their sniping position."

Hearing this, Liuyun and the others exchanged incredulous looks, "You mean to say..."

"Yes, I mean the sniper was dealt with by Miss Li. I just deployed two planes for you guys, and didn’t do a damn thing."

Wang Yue stared at them, as if fearful they wouldn’t believe him, and hurriedly took out his phone to show the footage captured by the drone earlier, "Take a look at this, aside from the boss, Miss Li is the second most decisively skilled person I’ve ever seen."

Five minutes later, Liuyun began to question life, "Miss Li’s skills... I feel like I might not even be able to beat her..."

Just as Wang Yue was about to speak, Luoyu, who was nearby, also murmured, "So that means, she not only took care of the sniper for us, but also... knows Yun Ling from the International Club?"

What the fuck?

This time, it was Wang Yue’s turn to be dumbfounded. What had he missed?

...

Meanwhile, in the Mansion’s living room.

Li Qiao leaned listlessly on the sofa, her legs bent to one side, and her posture, as she propped her forehead, was lackadaisical.

"Tired?" Under the light, Shang Yu took the warm water from the table and handed it to Li Qiao. His fingers brushed her cool cheek, and his gaze held a hint of distress.

Li Qiao took a few sips from the water cup, blinked her reddened eyes, and nodded her head.

More than tired, she also felt a bit exhausted.

Even though she was physically robust, having trekked up and down steep forest terrain for half an hour, leg soreness and fatigue were inevitable.

At this moment, Shang Yu sighed and lifted his eyebrows, took the water cup from her hand, placed it on the table, stood up by unfolding his legs, and picked her up right in front of Qiu Huan, saying as he walked, "Let’s go back to sleep first, we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow."

The ignored Qiu Huan: "?"

Leaning on his shoulder, Li Qiao swallowed the words she was about to say upon hearing his voice.

She had been forcing herself to stay alert because she indeed had matters to discuss with him. Since it was like this, then let it be tomorrow.

In the guest room, Shang Yu bent down to lay Li Qiao on the bed, his strong arms braced on her side. He leaned in close, pinched her jaw, and said with narrowed eyes, "Don’t do anything this dangerous again, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qiao narrowed her tired and sore eyes, reached out to brush away the hair by her mouth, and lazily responded, "Mhm, alright."

Dangerous? It actually wasn’t too bad.

At this moment, the man clearly caught the crafty look that flashed in her eyes. His gaze deepened, his palm slid to the back of her neck, and he pressed down his handsome face for a deep kiss.

Deep and forceful, taking as much as he could.

Li Qiao was kissed dizzy by him, but still closed her eyes and tried her best to respond.

There was no telling how long they kissed for, but afterwards Li Qiao fell into a drowsy sleep.

Under the warm yellow light, Shang Yu’s thumb gently stroked her cheek, and in the quiet deep night, he sat beside the bed and watched her for a very, very long time.

...

The next day, at nine in the morning.

Li Qiao sat in the living room, her face expressionless as she looked at the incessant Qiu Huan across from her, her brows gradually furrowing.

Was he a chatterbox?

Last night, Qiu Huan had likewise stayed at the Mansion and hence heard many more details about the scene on the highway.

At this moment, he was leaning forward with hands on his knees, his gaze burning as he leaned over the coffee table and pressed, "Girl, tell me the truth, how do you know Yun Ling?

That’s the International Club’s second-in-command mercenary you’re talking about—do you even know the International Club?"

"Their mercenaries are countless, with a history of rampaging and plundering all over the world. How do you even know him?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyes, unwilling to engage with him.

At this moment, without Shang Yu present, the entire living room was practically Master Qiu’s one-man show.

"Come on, girl, spill it. I swear, I won’t tell a soul."

With a long sigh, Li Qiao took out her phone from her pocket and started to WeChat Shang Yu, but before she could speak up, Liuyun, who had been waiting silently, could no longer bear it.

Master Qiu had been rambling for ten minutes, causing an unbearable ringing in the ears.

Seeing the impatience in Li Qiao’s brows, Liuyun stepped forward and started, "Master Qiu, Miss Li doesn’t know Yun Ling, she knows..."

"Doesn’t know him?" Before Liuyun could finish, Qiu Huan interrupted him, looking around, "Then how come Wang Yue was boasting to me last night, saying the girl knows Yun Ling?"

Ah, so it was Wang Yue who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Hearing this, Liuyun shook his head, explaining patiently: "It’s not Yun Ling, Miss Li knows Yun Lih."

Qiu Huan nodded absentmindedly, "Oh, Yun..."

He suddenly fell silent.

Yun Lih was the damn boss of the Mercenary Group!!!

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked out of the Mansion side by side.

Not far ahead, a helicopter was already docked on the helipad.

The cabin door was open, and Zuo Xuan was walking down with Yun Ling.

At that moment, both of Yun Ling’s wrists were wrapped in gauze, and his cheeks bore a morbid pallor, devoid of the arrogance and smugness of the previous night.

Shang Yu stood with his hands clasped beside Li Qiao, narrowing his profound eyes slightly, and he turned to say, "Go ahead."

Li Qiao glanced at him and nodded, then headed towards the helipad.

It wasn’t long before Qiu Huan and Zuo Xuan both joined Shang Yu.

Qiu Huan straightened his expression and nodded towards the helipad, "Is that Yun Ling? Aren’t you afraid something might happen letting the girl go over there alone?"

"She is more capable than you," Shang Yu said lazily, leaving Qiu Huan at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao approached Yun Ling alone, turned to glance at a parasol not too far off, and told him, "Let’s talk over there."

Yun Ling stood still, even as the sunlight above glared down fiercely, his aura was still filled with chilling coldness, "I have nothing to talk about with you."

Li Qiao walked forward at an unhurried pace without even looking at Yun Ling, tossing out a sentence through the air, "If you don’t want to live, then don’t come over."

If it weren’t for the sake of Yun Lih, she really couldn’t be bothered with this mess.

Li Qiao wasn’t familiar with the situation at the Secret Hall, but past experiences indicated that those sent there hardly ever came out.

Yet Yun Ling was after all Yun Lih’s brother; she couldn’t just sit by and ignore his plight.

Right now, Yun Ling was staring intently at Li Qiao’s retreating figure, his hands hanging powerlessly at his sides, his gunshot wound still fresh; he couldn’t even clench his fists in anger, let alone muster the strength to show it.

Yun Ling hesitated for almost half a minute, but ultimately holding onto the will to survive, he dragged his feet towards the parasol.

Seeing him approaching, Li Qiao smiled knowingly and lifted her chin towards a chair, "Sit down and we’ll talk."

Yun Ling kicked out a chair with one leg and sat down at the table, slowly placing his hands on the surface, his voice extremely hoarse, "Who are you, exactly?"

Li Qiao crossed her legs, leisurely sizing up Yun Ling, her lips curving as she said, "You don’t need to worry about who I am. Just answer a few of my questions, and maybe I’ll let you go."

Yun Ling ground his teeth and scoffed coldly, his eyes darkly fixed on Li Qiao, "Since you know my brother, are you also from the International Club?"