The Favored Heiress
Chapter 337: Kneeling

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Kneeling

Li Qiao shook her head under his palm, "No need, I can do it."

As she finished speaking, she spread her palm out towards Yun Lih, "Toolkit."

This was a subconscious action, as composed and natural as if she had done it thousands of times.

Yun Lih didn’t delay, reaching into his trouser pocket and quickly pulling out a small black folding pack about half the size of his hand.

If you looked closely, you could see a tiny Lion and Tiger Mark in the lower right corner.

Shang Yu’s eyes darkened slightly, watching the toolkit Yun Lih handed out, his lips pressing downward.

Li Qiao took it smoothly, deftly opening it. Although it was small, it had everything one could need.

From nail clippers to folding knives and bottle openers, it was practical and portable.

Li Qiao opened the folding knife and focused on slicing through the adhesive tape. Time on the timer was ticking away second by second, and the tape was quickly unwound.

But she didn’t continue with the next step, instead squinting her eyes, her voice dropping a few notches, "Tangtang, do you have a wire in the palm of your hand?"

Tang Yiting dared not move, trembling all over, with sweaty palms, "I’ll... I’ll feel for it."

Because her hands had been tied behind her back for too long, her perception was numb. Just as she moved her fingers, Li Qiao immediately warned, "Don’t move, there’s a trigger wire behind the bomb, if it breaks..."

She didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone present understood her meaning.

If it breaks, the bomb will detonate instantly.

Li Qiao, seeing that there was only one minute and ten seconds left on the countdown, turned back calmly and glanced coldly at Wen Shi.

It turned out, the timer was just a blinding method; the real detonation circuit was in the middle of Tang Yiting’s palm.

Wen Shi was restrained by Liuyun and Luoyu, showing signs of shaky weakness.

In a daze, he caught Li Qiao’s gaze, blinked, and smiled weirdly, "Xiao Li, I told you... You won’t be able to leave tonight."

Li Qiao, Tang Yiting, Shang Shaoyan, his subordinates, and an unknown man.

So many people were with him; dying was worth it.

Only by accompanying Shang Shaoyan to the netherworld would he have the face to meet his parents.

His name wasn’t Wen Shi; it was... Shang Shi.

The thirteenth heir of the Shang family Collateral Branch, but because he had offended Shang Shaoyan, he and Shang Zonghai had driven him into a dead end.

That year, he was eighteen years old.

Recalling the details of the past, Wen Shi’s smile grew brighter and more liberated.

Let’s die, let’s all die together.

Seeing his inexplicably cheerful expression, Li Qiao couldn’t help shaking her head and sighing, "Where does that confidence come from?"

With that said, she operated the toolkit single-handedly. With two fingers holding the sharp knife, she gently pried along the edge of the bomb, and the cover of the timer came off.

At that moment, even though they knew this bomb was no simple matter, Shang Yu and Yun Lih didn’t move an inch.

Their eyes were intensely fixed on Li Qiao, accompanying her in whatever she did.

As time passed, the atmosphere grew tenser.

Yun Lih took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and offered it to Shang Yu, "Got a light?"

The man lit the cigarette with a lighter and then passed it to Yun Lih.

This scene was probably the biggest irony to Wen Shi.

After Li Qiao opened the cover of the bomb, looking at the entangled red and blue wires and the explosive detonator inside, she hardly hesitated and moved to cut the red wire.

Shang Shi’s breath caught as he struggled in Liuyun’s grip and yelled, "Don’t cut the red wire, Li Qiao, cut the blue one..."

He roared anxiously, as if desperately trying to save someone.

But Li Qiao decisively cut the red wire, and the numbers on the timer froze at twenty-eight seconds.

Having done that, she supported the dud with one hand and extended her index finger into the gap in Tang Yiting’s palm, quickly finding a thin detonation wire.

Her fingertips spun, wrapping the wire around her index finger, and she said to Tang Yiting, "Put some strength in your finger and hold up the bomb."

Tang Yiting took a deep breath nervously, curled up her trembling fingertips, and gently scooped up the bomb box with her fingers.

She asked nothing, and did whatever Li Qiao told her to do.

Afterward, Li Qiao operated with both hands at the same time, her index finger snapping the detonator wire at the same instant her other hand swiftly slit the blue wire with a knife.

"Done."

The casual words slipped from Li Qiao’s mouth as she cut the tape from Tang Yiting’s legs and tossed the tool bag back to Yun Lih.

Wen Shi was shocked beyond belief.

Li Qiao had actually managed to disassemble the meticulously arranged bomb detonator he had prepared, completely unforeseen.

Li Qiao casually examined the bomb, lazily lifting her eyelids to glance at the ashen-faced Wen Shi, "Not a bad setup, but you shouldn’t have added a timer and ruined such a precise design."

To kill and to crush the spirit.

Shang Yu, with a cigarette between his lips, observed Li Qiao’s serene features thoughtfully as he glanced over the bomb in her hands.

His girl seemed to have a good understanding of the structure of bombs.

It even made one think she could build a bomb.

Shang Yu’s eyes dropped, a smile on his lips, a soft light flickering in his deep gaze.

Li Qiao handed the bomb to Yun Lih and walked around to the front of the chair. She half-squatted in front of the stupefied Tang Yiting, "Can you walk?"

Tang Yiting, overwhelmed with both sorrow and joy at being rescued, looked up at Li Qiao and nodded resolutely, "Yes, I can."

Then, she abruptly stood up, only to kneel down directly.

Li Qiao, unable to reach out to help her in time: "..."

Shortly thereafter, Shang Yu ordered Liuyun to take Wen Shi back, while the other dozen or so hired thugs who had been acting as a backdrop looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

They were hired muscle, unaware of the intricacies of grudges and grievances here.

But... it seemed like their employer had overplayed his hand.

Two helicopters descended from the distance, Zuo Xuan leading his team straight to those men in black.

As everything came to an end, a Lincoln car leisurely arrived at the entrance of the playground.

It was Bai Luhui and Shen Qingye.

At this moment, Yun Lih was already driving his luxury car, taking Shang Yu, Li Qiao, and the others back.

The two cars met on the driveway of the playground.

Yun Lih rolled down the window, looking at the baffled Shen Qingye standing near the back door, his hand on the steering wheel, his arm resting on the door, and he grinned, "Hey, Yezi?"

Shen Qingye stared blankly at Yun Lih, then glanced at Tang Yiting, who was sitting in the passenger seat and whose face he couldn’t recognize, "Holy shit, Brother Lih, what are you doing here? Chasing girls?"

Yun Lih clicked his tongue, cursed, and looked forward proudly, "We’ll talk when we get back."

Shen Qingye seemed to hesitate, his gaze searching around for Li Qiao.

Just then, the rear window lowered a few inches, revealing Shang Yu’s sharply defined cheek, "Let’s go back."

"Oh..."

Shen Qingye turned and got into the car, catching sight of half of a little head peeking out from Shang Shaoyan’s arms. Without having to think, he knew it must be Li Qiao.

It was good that the person was safe.

...

Forty minutes later, the two cars arrived one after another back at Paibo Manor.

Soon after, the living room was filled with people.

Tang Yiting sat down next to Li Qiao miserably, her hands obediently resting on her knees. Although she had experienced a kidnapping, she didn’t dare cause any trouble in front of this crowd.

Li Qiao noticed her restraint, patted the back of her hand, and then turned to Shang Yu, "We’re going upstairs now, you guys chat."