The Favored Heiress
Chapter 334: Tang Yiting and Shang Shaoyan, Who Do You Choose?

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: Tang Yiting and Shang Shaoyan, Who Do You Choose?

Choosing between Tang Yiting and Shang Shaoyan?

The expressions of Liuyun and Luoyu changed rapidly.

It was said that this person used to be a bartender at South Sea Entertainment City and an old acquaintance of Miss Li.

Now he not only showed up in Parma but also began to threaten Miss Li.

Without any change in expression, Luoyu moved discreetly beside Liuyun, subtly slipped his hand into his pocket, and used his mobile phone to contact the outside world.

At that moment, Li Qiao, upon hearing Wen Shi’s words, curved her lips indifferently, "What if I want both?"

Friends and lovers, there’s no need to choose; she wanted both!

Upon hearing this, Wen Shi’s fingers relaxed, and he slowly pushed up his glasses once more, "That might not be possible. Xiao Li, although we’ve known each other for a long time, I don’t think I ever told you who I am..."

"Hmm." Li Qiao nodded lightly, her expression neutral as she rolled up her sleeves to reveal a portion of her fair forearm, and then took out her mobile phone from her pocket and handed it backward to Luoyu.

Then, dressed in a loose yet stylish light grey suit, she walked towards Wen Shi with one hand in her pocket, "It doesn’t matter who you are, but you shouldn’t have touched Tangtang."

"Shouldn’t have?" Wen Shi stood still, watching the figure approaching him with his hands still behind his back, though the smile on his lips faded considerably, "Then tell me, what right does Shang Shaoyan have to touch my family?"

The distance between the two was twenty-three meters, and Li Qiao walked neither fast nor slow.

The lights from both sides of the training field shone on her, making her brows look cold and defiant.

Li Qiao approached step by step, and Wen Shi moved forward as well.

As the distance between them shortened, a cold smirk lay in Li Qiao’s eyes as she stared directly at Wen Shi and cornered her lips, "In this world, there are not so many ’why’s."

Why do others have money, and I don’t.

Why can others do it, and I can’t.

Why...

The weak always seek excuses for self-comfort amid various imbalances.

Unfortunately, this world, this society, is inherently unfair.

In the blink of an eye, the two met in the middle of the training field.

Without a word, Li Qiao swung her fist at Wen Shi’s face.

Quick and powerful.

Indeed, Wen Shi had expected Li Qiao to have some fighting skills, but he had underestimated her abilities.

Barely sidestepping, Wen Shi crossed his hands to catch Li Qiao’s wrist; his glasses dropped to the middle of his nose, and through the edge of the frames, he looked at Li Qiao and warned in a soft voice, "Xiao Li, you can’t beat me."

Li Qiao raised the corner of her lips wickedly, her eyes gleaming with intense interest under the lights, "You talk too much."

Undoubtedly, Wen Shi was no pushover.

He managed to intercept her rapid punches in an instant; indeed, hidden beneath the bartender’s facade, his reflexes and agility made him a worthy opponent.

Without hesitation, Li Qiao swung her left arm, elbowing open his hold, then side-kicked at a tricky angle towards Wen Shi’s flank.

But he quickly retreated two steps, evading it.

Not bad!

The excitement in Li Qiao’s eyes flared as she lightly bounced, switching legs mid-air for another attack.

This posture was quite deceptive, and although Wen Shi originally intended to dodge in the same manner, he was caught off guard and kicked on the shoulder.

Wen Shi turned his head to look at his shoulder, brushed off the dust with the back of his hand, and slowly took off his glasses, slightly pinching them until they fell apart.

He tossed away the fragments of his glasses, twisted his neck, and said, "I underestimated you."

Li Qiao retracted her offensive, dusted off the hem of her clothes, held her head high, cocked an eyebrow, her eyes like shining stars, "So?"

Wen Shi started unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and had just rolled them up when he pounced like a cheetah, delivering a punch with a powerful gust toward Li Qiao’s face.

In the air, mingled with his scoffing sneer, "So, you won’t be leaving tonight."

Wen Shi’s attacking moves were indeed very fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was within reach.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, her brows furrowed as she observed Wen Shi’s attack, standing still, rooting her heels into the ground. When his fist neared her face, Li Qiao kicked out her left foot, swiftly sidestepped, and firmly gripped Wen Shi’s right wrist with her right hand.

She gripped tightly, causing a clear trace of surprise to cross Wen Shi’s face as he unexpectedly couldn’t break free from her grasp.

Darkness filled the depths of Wen Shi’s eyes, and a second later, he lifted his left fist and kicked up with his right leg.

With the simultaneous attacks, he was sure Li Qiao couldn’t dodge both.

Indeed, as Li Qiao caught sight of Wen Shi’s lower movement, the moment he bent his knee, she landed a kick on it.

However, the left fist he swung, although intercepted by Li Qiao’s left hand due to the constraint of the position, still grazed her mouth corner.

It didn’t hit her face directly, but it was enough to leave a reddish mark on the corner of her lips.

Li Qiao didn’t let go, instead, she applied more pressure on his wrist, her tongue lightly licking her mouth corner, her sharply contrasting eyes steadily on Wen Shi.

Whereas the pain in his wrist drew no change in expression from him as he laughed, "Xiao Li, you’re not my match..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Qiao, with lightning speed, gripping his wrist, suddenly turned around. With a shoulder and an elbow exerting force at the same time, there was a thud — she had caught Wen Shi by surprise with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Wen Shi had an unstable stance; this was a flaw she had spotted during their fight.

Quick to punch, but his footwork was weak, a clear sign that his foundation was not solid; he certainly had been lazy in practicing his horse stance.

Now, Wen Shi was slammed to the ground. After a brief moment of daze, he leapt back to his feet and attacked Li Qiao once more.

His movements were faster, more ferocious, as if he had lost all reservations.

The two fought inseparably on the training field, while Liuyun and Luoyu took the opportunity to move in the direction of Tang Yiting.

There were more than ten men in black there. Judging from their statures, they also seemed to be trained fighters.

Eager for a fierce battle, they had only taken a few steps when Wen Shi deceived Li Qiao with a feint and retreated several times.

Once a safe distance was established, he pointed his index finger in the direction of Liuyun and the others, shaking it, "If you don’t want to die, it’s better not to go there."

With that said, he glanced back and slightly nodded his head. The men in black understood and rotated the chair with Tang Yiting on it. In the bright light, Li Qiao and others could also see a time bomb taped by duct tape to her hands folded behind her back.

Although some distance away, the view was exceptionally clear. There were eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds left on the countdown of the bomb.

Li Qiao’s gaze deepened.

Wen Shi took a breath and pulled out a small remote control from his pocket, shaking it, "Want her to die?"

His finger lightly rested on the button, his expression tinged with a touch of madness, "Xiao Li, is this choice difficult? How long have you known Shang Shaoyan? Not even half a year, don’t tell me that your love is already as deep as the sea.

Xiao Tang is your childhood friend, the one you grew up with. Can the bond between you not compare to that with a man you’ve known for just a few months?"