The Favored Heiress
Chapter 339: Are you getting rid of the beggar?

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Are you getting rid of the beggar?

A few minutes later, Li Qiao felt some difficulty breathing, with the bewitching scent of Shang Yu filling her nostrils.

She leaned back slightly and pushed on his shoulders to create some distance, a hint of red in the corners of her eyes.

Shang Yu sighed and looked down, his rough and dry hand moved to the back of Li Qiao’s neck and rubbed a couple of times before pressing her against his chest, his voice hoarse, "Are you staying with her tonight?"

As soon as he asked this question, Li Qiao understood the deeper meaning behind it.

She curved her lips, rested her forehead in the crook of his neck, and nodded, "Mhm, Tangtang must have been scared out of her wits because of my kidnapping, especially being in a foreign land."

Both emotionally and logically, she couldn’t leave Tang Yiting alone in the room.

Even if Tang Yiting didn’t show it, failing to provide timely psychological counseling after a kidnapping could cause her serious lasting effects.

Li Qiao’s thoughts were heavy while Shang Yu pinched the back of her neck, lowered his handsome face to her ear and, with a teasing tone, said slowly, "Would your girlfriend know that I... was also scared."

A double entendre.

At that moment, Li Qiao looked up from his embrace and tapped on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, "So?"

She was feigning ignorance.

Shang Yu let out a light sigh, his fingers slipping under the hem at the small of her back rubbing against the small of her back, his deep eyes darkened, "What do you say?!"

"Eh!" Li Qiao didn’t answer him but her body stiffened, and she let out a light cry.

The man squinted his eyes playfully, "Ticklish?"

Li Qiao grabbed his forearm from her lower back and pulled it away, shaking her head seriously, "No."

Seeing her like this, Shang Yu’s lips curved up in an unceasing smile, raised his hand and tousled her head, "What are you doing out here?"

"I wanted to go to the kitchen to get something to eat for Tangtang."

Shang Yu lowered his eyelids and stepped back slightly, then jerked his chin toward the direction of the stairs, "Mhm, go ahead."

Li Qiao glanced at him and turned to leave, then hesitated.

She eyed the man bathed in the light, felt warmth in her heart, and tiptoed to peck his chin, "I’ll keep you company another day."

After saying that, Li Qiao didn’t dare to look into his eyes and turned to walk away.

The scorching gaze from behind followed her like a shadow.

Li Qiao unconsciously reached to scratch her lower back—it was really itchy.

Her waist was the one place she couldn’t touch; it would get itchy with even the slightest contact.

Shang Yu stood still, watching the girl’s retreating figure as she walked and scratched her lower back, the smile in his eyes growing richer.

So, she did have a ’weakness’ after all.

...

The night was dense, in the living room.

Yun Lih, with a cigarette perched on his lips, scanned Shen Qingye, "You? From the Sixth Bureau?"

Shen Qingye nodded calmly, without any disturbance, "Hmm, that’s right."

Yun Lih smoothed back his tousled hair and crossed his legs, looking pensively at Shen Qingye, "So, how much of a discount do I get when I buy information from you?"

Shen Qingye considered seriously for a moment, his fingers touching his chin, a pained expression on his face as he replied, "Eighty percent, it can’t be any less."

Bai Luhui stood behind the couch, glancing sideways at the back of Shen Qingye’s head, and said nothing with a corner of the mouth lifted.

The differential treatment was quite something.

For Miss Li’s information inquiries, he charged nothing, yet for this formidable-looking Brother Lih in front of him, he only offered an eighty percent discount for the information services.

In the black market transaction network, members who placed orders more than ten times and paid amounts over one hundred million would automatically receive a twenty-five percent discount on the information fees.

Yun Lih, licking his cheek, watched Shen Qingye with a half-smile, "I’m sort of half-mentor to your Lao Qi from the border, and you’re just giving me an eighty percent discount? Are you treating me like a beggar?"