The Favored Heiress
Chapter 273: Does It Hurt?

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Does It Hurt?

That kid?

Oh, Fu Lvting.

Li Qiao leaned back in her chair, glanced at him, and answered carelessly, "You’re thinking too much, just a colleague."

Yun Lih sneered, took off his sunglasses, and tossed them onto the dashboard, "You sure?"

A man’s intuition about another man is usually very accurate.

He could tell from a glance that Fu Lvting’s attitude towards Li Qiao was likely not pure.

Hearing this, Li Qiao crossed her hands behind her head, adopting a lazy posture as she threw out a sentence, "If you don’t believe me, you can go ask him."

Yun Lih: "..."

He looked at Li Qiao and remembered the overlapping lazy image, pressing his lips together without speaking.

Soon, with a piercing roar filling the roadside, the water-blue Ferrari also drove away from the auxiliary road.

The security guard in the booth saw this and couldn’t help but flip through the pages on his phone.

He hadn’t received a reply to the message he had sent to Captain Liuyun half an hour ago.

Perhaps... this man wasn’t worth paying attention to?

The security guard pondered to himself but still didn’t dare to let down his guard. He pulled up the surveillance footage from near the booth, captured the video, and sent it to Liuyun again.

...

Three-thirty in the afternoon, South Sea Entertainment City.

A water-blue convertible Ferrari pulled into the parking lot.

Soon after, Li Qiao and Yun Lih walked into Entertainment City and headed straight to the Taekwondo gym on the thirteenth floor.

Thanks to Li Qiao’s advance call, the private gym room had already been prepared.

About five minutes later, the two stood in the middle of the mat, Yun Lih shrugging his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at the composed Li Qiao, "Should I let you go three moves?"

Li Qiao raised her brows, her clear eyes slightly wild, "Then I’ll let you go six moves."

Yun Lih didn’t say a word and charged straight at her with a punch.

She was anything but reserved; her words could infuriate someone in a matter of minutes!

Yun Lih had become the leader of the Mercenary Group with no ordinary skills, and his every move was explosive.

Even though he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, his actions were unhindered.

Seeing his punch, Li Qiao lightly sidestepped to dodge the attack and then squeezed under his arm at a tricky angle, grabbing his wrist and upper arm, intending to flip him over her shoulder.

But Yun Lih was, after all, Yun Lih. He had already sensed her intention, and his palm slightly rotated around her hand, easily neutralizing Li Qiao’s move.

The two fought evenly matched, and it was clear Yun Lih wasn’t holding back.

As for Li Qiao, she was both offensive and defensive, her eyes sharp-edged, and she even appeared somewhat excited.

Not even ten minutes later, Yun Lih took advantage of Li Qiao turning to dodge and pushed off the ground with his foot, hurling his fist towards her shoulder.

This sneak attack technique was something Li Qiao had come up with initially.

Yun Lih had also been sneak-attacked by her more than once in the past.

He was even certain the punch was doomed to miss Li Qiao.

So he didn’t pull back his attack, and in the blink of an eye, his fist landed on Li Qiao’s shoulder with a dull thud, leaving Yun Lih dumbfounded.

Li Qiao got punched and stumbled back uncontrollably two steps. Once she stabilized herself, she held her shoulder with one hand, panting as she looked towards Yun Lih. In her spirited eyes, there was laughter and also acceptance.

She had done it on purpose.

Yun Lih’s thin lips were tightly pursed, his chest rising and falling, hands tense at his sides, as he glared angrily at Li Qiao, "You clearly could have dodged, why didn’t you?"

Li Qiao dismissed it with a smirk, "You won."

She rubbed her shoulder, walked over to the wall, and sat down along it, leaning her head back as if she were somewhat weary.

Fighting with Yun Lih was different from practicing punches on her own.

His attacks were fierce, and she had to be careful to handle them.

But it was indeed exhilarating,, she hadn’t had a fight with an opponent of equal strength in a long time.

To her, people like Tu Anliang were nothing but a nuisance, not worth lifting a hand against, let alone considered opponents.

At this moment, Yun Lih walked over to her in silence, knelt down beside her, his back against the wall, his eyes cast down, lost in thought.

After a long while, once both had caught their breath, Yun Lih’s voice, now hoarse and rough, finally came through, "Does it hurt?"

Li Qiao, head leaning against the wall, gaze fixed on the ceiling, replied with a touch of arrogance, "Your little punch can’t hurt me."

Yun Lih abruptly turned his eyes to her, grinding his teeth, "Just keep being stubborn, huh? You have to make amends this way? I won’t accept it."

Having known her for eight years, he understood Li Qiao better than anyone else.

How could she possibly fail to dodge an attack she designed herself?

It was just her way of trying to make up for more than three years of no contact.

And because of this, Yun Lih felt particularly unsettled.

He knew very well how much strength he had put into that punch.

"So what do you want?" Li Qiao asked coldly, turning her head to meet Yun Lih’s ambiguous gaze.

Yun Lih’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the hand hidden at his side clenched tightly, a thousand words stuck in his throat.

He turned his gaze away, looking at the opposite wall, quickly regaining his devil-may-care composure, and even asked in an especially unserious manner, "Anything goes?"

At this, Li Qiao bent her left leg, rested her elbow on her knee, and tilted her head to look at Yun Lih’s careless demeanor, retorting, "Are you dreaming?"

Yun Lih: "..."

Seeing he was silent, Li Qiao focused for a few seconds, then looked down at her fingertips, "Your brother is okay, right?"

Yun Lih smoothed his tousled hair with no particular emotion, "Hm, he won’t die."

That was his real brother.

Just as Li Qiao was about to speak, Yun Lih sighed deeply, taking the lead, "Why did you leave without a word back then? Do you have any idea how long people at the border branch searched for you?"

Leaving just like that, damn heartless.

Yun Lih couldn’t let go of his grievances, half leaning against the wall with his shoulder, his gaze burning into Li Qiao, "What exactly happened after the border turmoil that year?

I asked a few of your friends, but they wouldn’t tell me anything.

We’ve known each other for eight years, don’t you trust me enough? Why not speak up so I can help you solve the problem?"

Having said that, Yun Lih wanted to hit her again, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Li Qiao’s gaze was fixed on a spot as she faced Yun Lih’s pressing questions. After a long silence, she raised her eyebrows at him, "Can you bring people back to life? If you can, I’ll tell you, so you can help me solve it."

Yun Lih was taken aback for a second, then nodded and sighed, "Alright, I get it. Then I won’t ask anymore,, just one request—if you dare to disappear again from now on, I’ll fucking blow up your lab building."

Li Qiao casually "hmm"ed in acknowledgment, then laughed lightly as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, "Then you might as well tell me, how did you find the lab?"

Yun Lih was not familiar with the South Sea, and Yun Ling didn’t know about the lab either. Yet Yun Lih, posing as an investor, had managed to find it, which was quite strange.

Then, Li Qiao heard a scoff near her ear, and her already messy hair was tousled even more as he ruffled it twice, "In these past years, the ICC system has been continuously upgraded, and the coordinates of all member logins are displayed."

Li Qiao curled her fingertips in resignation, "Then how’s the Mercenary Headquarters doing?"