The Favored Heiress
Chapter 298: Such a Good Girl

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Such a Good Girl

Even though she maintained a composed facade, her palms... were already sweating.

At this moment, Shang Yu’s black shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing muscle lines that displayed both robustness and allure.

It was hot!

In the enclosed cabin, the temperature continued to rise.

Li Qiao found it hard to swallow and couldn’t help but wonder if the elevator was climbing too slowly?

Just as she was thinking this, Shang Yu leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead before finally turning around to press the elevator button.

Oh, it wasn’t that the elevator was slow, it was that he hadn’t even pressed a floor number to begin with.

Li Qiao lowered her head, sighing as she rubbed her forehead, feeling utterly dazed.

In an instant, the elevator reached the third floor.

Shang Yu took her hand and led her into the vast dressing room.

She stood at the entrance, observing the black clothes that filled the wardrobes under the bright yellow light in a space enclosed by walls on three sides.

The only splash of color, perhaps, was the variety of luxury watches and pocket squares arrayed in the low cabinet in the center.

Li Qiao took a quick look around, and when she raised her eyes again to search for the man, her gaze froze.

At that moment, with his back to her and his shirt removed, his physique—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist—was especially distinguished, and the warm yellow light falling on his skin was honeyed and enthralling.

Li Qiao barely managed to look away, raising her hand to rub her face. She had seen men bare-chested at the border before, but none possessed the impact of Shang Yu.

She had only glanced briefly, but it seemed like his back had scars. Li Qiao’s gaze flickered as she contemplated another look, only to find he had already put on his shirt and was walking towards her.

However, the buttons at the front were still undone.

Li Qiao: "..."

Perhaps it was a stroke of fortune, but seeing him like this, she didn’t hesitate and walked forward to start buttoning up his shirt.

Apart from holding her breath a little and her hands trembling, Li Qiao appeared no different.

Finally, she had buttoned up to the collar and let out a silent sigh of relief.

It was a torture unlike any other.

At that moment, Shang Yu looked down, furrowed his thick eyebrows, and pointed his mouth towards the hem of the shirt, "Not done yet."

The step Li Qiao was about to take backwards came to an abrupt halt.

She forced her eyelids open to look at Shang Yu, then lowered her gaze again. He meant... she should tuck his shirttails into his pants?

Li Qiao felt like her scalp was about to explode.

She pulled at the hem of the shirt, smoothed the wrinkles on it, then looked up earnestly, "It looks quite good like this."

Upon her words, Shang Yu laughed. His deep chuckles seeped into Li Qiao’s ear, making the atmosphere increasingly eerie and misty.

With one arm around Li Qiao’s waist, he spun her around and pressed her against the glass wardrobe, kissing her forcefully, relentlessly.

Wearing the shirt she bought for him and embracing and kissing her—it wasn’t much, but his sense of possession was satisfied as never before.

Shang Yu lost some control, and his hot palm found its way under the hem of Li Qiao’s top.

The rough pads of his fingers trailed her waistline, hesitating whether to continue upward or stay put.

Because he felt her body tense up in an instant, he stopped.

The deep kiss didn’t last too long. Shang Yu released her lips, rested his head against her cheek with labored breathing, his voice as hoarse as it could get, "Scared?"

Li Qiao, with her head buried in his shoulder, was also breathing unevenly. She looked down only to realize that her grip was on the wrist of the hand he’d slid under her top.

It might have been a reflex action, or it could have been because she was too caught up in the moment, leaving her a bit disconcerted.

As she gradually regained her composure, many images flashed through Li Qiao’s mind.

Her fingers tightened before gently tracing the skin on the man’s wrist. She looked up, with a voice lacking confidence, "No, I’m not scared."

Shang Yu nibbled on her earlobe, his breathing steadied, and left a trail of scorching breath by her ear, "What a good girl."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and, with the fabric between them, embraced her waist and pulled her into his arms.

The desire for her kept growing stronger, a sudden thought might have scared her.

Shang Yu pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her back with his broad palm.

Only when he felt the delicate body in his arms relax, did he clear his throat and lead her out of the cloakroom.

...

Five minutes later, Li Qiao sat alone in the living room holding a cup of water, her gaze drifting continuously.

Shang Yu hadn’t come downstairs, saying he had gone to the bathroom.

Li Qiao nestled on the couch with somewhat scrambled thoughts, scenes from just now flashing through her mind.

Even at this moment, she could still feel the shiver and palpitations on her skin from his touch.

Ah, she had shown her weakness.

Soon, steady footsteps approached from behind.

Li Qiao instantly straightened up and looked back following the sound, only to find the man’s black figure already close at hand.

He stood behind the couch, hands braced on either side, looking down at the girl with her ear tips still blushing, and flicked one, "What are you thinking about?"

Li Qiao’s ears were very sensitive, and at his flick, all her hairs stood on end.

She clenched the water cup in her hand and shifted forward on the sofa, trying to maintain a safe distance.

His strong scent of pheromones was too stimulating for the senses, "Nothing, there’s something at the lab, I have to go back."

With that, Li Qiao got up to leave.

Shang Yu still stood behind the back of the couch, looking at her flustered and unaware demeanor, a smile lifting his lips, "You’re going to drive back to the lab with a water cup in hand?"

Li Qiao, who had just reached the entrance of the living room, stopped in her tracks instantly.

She looked down at the cup in her hand, sighed with closed eyes, and wiped her face.

Alright, calmness gone, so was the image.

In this way, under Shang Yu’s deliberate guidance, Li Qiao became completely disordered.

Shortly after, the man walked over, took the water cup from her hand and placed it on the coffee table, then took her hand and led her towards the door, "Let’s go, I’ll take you back to the lab."

"No need, I can go by myself..."

Before she could finish, Shang Yu squeezed her fingers, gazing at her profoundly, and asked with a suggestive tilt of his head, "Are you sure you can?"

Her palms were all sweaty.

Clearly, she couldn’t.

Li Qiao pursed her lips in mild frustration and did not make another sound, letting Shang Yu lead her to the Yan Emperor’s fleet of cars.

And her Mercedes was left for Luoyu to drive.

...

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the laboratory building.

Shang Yu, with a lazy glance at Li Qiao, sat with his legs crossed in a manner both elegant and casual, reminding her in a rich voice, "Remember to ask for leave."

Li Qiao turned and nodded, "Mm, I know. I’m going now."

The man’s gaze fell slightly, growing more serious.

Before Li Qiao stepped out of the car, he leaned forward to pull her into his arms and kissed her cheek, "Go ahead, I’ll wait for you tonight."

"Is there something tonight?" she asked, puzzled.

Shang Yu looked at her with depth, his expression playful, "We’ll visit the hospital."

Li Qiao: "..."

She shot Shang Yu a glare and got out of the car.

The man watched Li Qiao’s figure leave, then leaned back in his seat, looking up and instructed Liuyun in a low voice, "Make a call to Academician Jiang and have him approve the leave."

"Okay, boss."