The Favored Heiress
Chapter 276: Shang Shaoyan, You’re Killing Me with Your Words

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Shang Shaoyan, You’re Killing Me with Your Words

The hidden feelings he harbored were exposed, and Yun Lih’s handsome face rarely stiffened.

His hands pressed against the edge of the table and tensed slightly, his eyes filled with complexity, and it was a long while before he gritted his teeth and retorted, word by word resonating forcefully, "So what if it is?!"

Eight years of acquaintance, five years of guarding her.

Yet due to a three-year absence, upon his return, everything had changed.

Yun Lih found such a twist of fate impossible to accept.

Shang Yu looked at his increasingly ferocious expression, his thin lips curving up indifferently and distantly, lightly gesturing with his teacup, "Too bad, she can only be mine."

A simple statement, yet it made Yun Lih’s chest surge with turmoil.

Shang Shaoyan, he spoke the most arrogant words with the calmest demeanor.

Yun Lih’s pale purple lips were tightly compressed, turning white, his desire to draw a gun uncontrollable, and he indeed reached out.

But just as his hand touched the small of his back, he despaired at the memory that he had already given the Colt to Li Qiao.

Yun Lih withdrew his hand, pressing hard on the teacup, ignoring the scalding steam burning his skin, squeezed tight, and enunciated deliberately, "But if you die, she won’t be anymore."

He truly harbored a killing intent.

Shang Shaoyan blew up his headquarters, injured his brother, and he hadn’t thought of killing him.

But upon hearing that Li Qiao had become his woman, Yun Lih wanted him dead.

As long as he died, Li Qiao wouldn’t be his woman anymore.

In this moment, Yun Lih was enveloped in murderous aura, the teacup under his rough palm cracking from the pressure, the hot tea flowing out along the fissures.

He thought, even without a gun, even if barehanded, he might not necessarily lose.

Then, a golden Desert Eagle was suddenly tossed onto the table.

A clinking sound startled Yun Lih’s soul.

He lowered his gaze to the gun, then fixed a crazed look on Shang Yu, his eyes conveying madness.

At this time, Shang Yu casually leaned against the corner of the table, nudging his chin toward the Desert Eagle with a profound and piercing gaze fixed on Yun Lih, saying, "You can try."

Try what?

Oh, try killing Shang Shaoyan, and see if Li Qiao will be his?

The grip Yun Lih had on the teacup loosened, his eyes locked straight onto the gun. With it only an arm’s length away, all he needed to do was pick it up, aim it at Shang Shaoyan’s forehead, then... everything would be over.

Thinking this, Yun Lih did just that.

He grasped the Desert Eagle, raising it inch by inch, aiming right at Shang Yu’s brow.

Yun Lih’s forefinger rested on the trigger, his gaze cold and solid on the man opposite him. Several times he seemed prepared to press it but hesitated, unable to go through with it.

"Shang Shaoyan, are you really not afraid to die?" his voice was like a taut string, hoarse to the extreme.

Shang Yu’s gaze was half-lowered, his thin lips slightly upturned, maintaining an elegant and lazy posture.

His silence was more telling than any words.

At the same time, the doors to the private room burst open.

Li Qiao pushed the door open slowly and looked up to find a scene of chilling hostility.

And then her every response was mostly instinctual.

Acting on instinct, she stepped forward, and in the face of Yun Lih’s astonished expression, she swiftly took the gun, reversed it to point at the wall, and emotionlessly emptied the magazine.

Nine bullets fired, all within seconds, thoroughly riddling the beautifully decorated wall.

After the gunfire ended, silence returned.

Li Qiao pressed the muzzle against the table, staring blankly at Yun Lih, "To get to him, you’ll have to go through me first."

As the words fell, she pulled out the Colt and slowly placed it on the table.

Yun Lih’s gaze trembled—

The Desert Eagle was Shang Yu’s, the Colt was his.

She held the Desert Eagle, guarding Shang Yu, yet returned the gun he had given her.

A thousand words could not clarify the confusion in his heart.

Yun Lih only knew that he had been defeated without a fight.

His voice was sharp and dry, with an iron-rust-like bitterness tingling in the undertone.

In the periphery of his vision lay Shang Yu, unmoving as a mountain, his lips curling into a cold, disdainful smile of aloof elegance.

Shang Shaoyan, well played. To kill a man, you must first crush his heart.

With such a method, he had dealt him a fatal blow.

Yun Lih’s eyes were fixed on the Colt on the table, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He also wanted to gather his thoughts, sit back down, and pretend that nothing had happened.

But it was too difficult.

The moment Li Qiao fearlessly plunged herself in front of Shang Yu for his sake, he knew he had been utterly defeated.

Yun Lih was not an impetuous young man; even if his heart was in turmoil, he could still maintain a relative composure on the surface.

He gritted his teeth, pretended to be disgusted as he pushed the Colt toward Li Qiao, glared at her, and laughed hoarsely, "Are you fucking pissing me off again?"

The agitation in Li Qiao’s eyes gradually subsided as she looked at Yun Lih, and she exhaled faintly in relief, "If you don’t want me to anger you, then don’t go crazy."

When she entered the room, she had seen with her own eyes Yun Lih aiming the Desert Eagle directly at Shang Yu’s forehead.

The anger and tension that erupted from her subconscious had prompted her to act without thinking.

But Li Qiao still had some regard for Yun Lih’s feelings.

If it had been anyone else, those nine bullets wouldn’t have ended up in the wall.

"Time to order," said Shang Yu, finally breaking the silence with a deep voice, which also brought back the sanity of the two.

It was only when Yun Lih sat down that he realized his legs had gone stiff and numb.

Li Qiao took the Colt back and handed the Desert Eagle to Shang Yu; in the brief moment their fingertips touched, she couldn’t help but glare at him.

Show off your gun for what!

She had thought that at most they would just get into a fistfight; she never imagined that it would involve a gun.

Had she returned a few minutes later, could she even imagine the consequences?

...

Ten minutes later, the waiter brought in the dishes one after another.

Yun Lih kept his head down, glued to his phone until its vibration broke the quiet of the room. He snatched up his coat from the armrest and stood up to leave. "I’ll take a call."

Li Qiao watched him pick up his coat, and before she could voice her query, Yun Lih’s figure had already disappeared outside the door.

He made an excuse and left, unwilling to witness the unspoken understanding between them that he couldn’t be a part of, and even more reluctant to let Li Qiao see the turmoil in his heart.

Some dignity had to be reserved for oneself.

Yun Lih reached the parking lot, got into his car, and closed the retractable roof.

In the quiet of the car, his gaze was hollow as he stared at the line of luxury cars opposite him, urgently rummaging through the glove box after a while.

No cigarettes.

This was a newly purchased car, with no cigarettes in it.

With the taste of bitterness overflowing in his mouth, he desperately needed a cigarette to ease some of his emotions.

Shortly after, a lake-blue Ferrari sped away, quickly merging into the flow of traffic.

After turning the street corner, Yun Lih stopped by a convenience store to buy cigarettes and alcohol, parked the car on a side road, and began to smoke and drink heavily inside the car.

Even the harshest smoke and the strongest liquor couldn’t suppress the bitterness in his throat.

It had been a long time since he had smoked, and the dense smoke choked his lungs, reddening his eyes.

At that moment, the mobile phone on the dashboard buzzed.

Yun Lih took another half can of beer, crushed the can forcefully, picked up the phone, and answered with his voice regaining its cold and thin edge, "Speak."

The call was from Yun Ling.

He hadn’t detected anything off about Yun Lih and spoke with excitement, "Bro, you’re quite something, preparing in advance like that."