The Favored Heiress
Chapter 352: No one is allowed near the private residence tonight

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: No one is allowed near the private residence tonight

In fact, Shang Lu didn’t dislike Li Qiao since they were strangers, there was no question of dislike or fondness.

But every time he met her, he would feel chills over their marriage agreement, fearing that she would pester him endlessly.

Now, facing his barrage of soul-searching questions, Li Qiao felt overwhelmed; she gazed off to the side, her eyes pitch-black, not revealing a hint of light.

Before she could speak, Luoyu, who was behind her, suddenly said, "Boss."

Li Qiao felt a warmth in her heart, bit back the urge to turn around, and continued to stare at the lake.

Everyone has their little moods.

Behind her, Shang Yu stopped in front of Shang Lu, glanced at Li Qiao with her back to him, pursed his thin lips, frowned, and looked at Shang Lu, "You just came back? Don’t you know what day it is today?"

Shang Lu shrank his neck, said he knew, and then pointed at Li Qiao, "Big Brother, why is she here?"

"Take your hand away." The man looked at Shang Lu’s index finger with displeasure, gave a low warning, and added with a profound gaze, "That’s your sister-in-law."

Shang Lu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Anyway, afterward, he didn’t know what happened and just stared blankly as his elder brother forcibly wrapped his arm around Li Qiao’s shoulders, with the two walking side by side towards the private residence in the backyard.

A breeze brushed by, sending a chill down Shang Lu’s spine.

He thought he heard a low command, "Notify Zuo Xuan, no one is allowed near the private residence tonight."

...

On the way back, Li Qiao remained silent.

The man at her side reeked of alcohol; the hand that was holding her shoulder was very hot, and she could feel the scorching temperature even through the fabric.

As the two approached the private residence, they crossed a bridge, went through the garden, entered the door, and Shang Yu pulled her straight upstairs.

"Wait."

Li Qiao paused at the foot of the stairs, tugged at his shirt, and then leaned in close to him to sniff carefully, "Are you injured?"

There was a strong smell of alcohol on him, but it couldn’t mask the scent of blood.

Shang Yu stopped climbing the stairs, his dark red eyes intensely focused on Li Qiao.

His fingers crawled up her cheek, caressing it gently, his voice both gravelly and hoarse, "Are you worried?"

"Of course I am," Li Qiao said with a straight face, feeling as though her chest was stuffed with cotton and she couldn’t breathe, "Let me see."

She reached out her hand, but he sidestepped her, and his Adam’s apple slid, losing its usual calm, "Don’t want to see me injured?"

Isn’t that obvious?

Li Qiao nodded, and seeing this, Shang Yu slightly lifted his thin lips, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes as he said, "Me too."

I too, don’t want to see you get hurt.

The man turned and strode up the stairs, and only at this moment, as Li Qiao watched his disappearing back, did she notice a streak of blood trailing down from beneath his forearm.

He was indeed injured.

Without hesitation, Li Qiao quickly followed him up the stairs.

Before long, she found Shang Yu’s figure in the master bedroom.

On the large bed made of black silk, he was half-lying against the headboard, his black clothes almost blending into the bed.

His long legs were crossed at the ankles, his right arm bent and resting on his forehead, and in the shadowy light, the man had his eyes half-closed, breathing somewhat heavily.

He seemed to be drunk.

And if he was injured, alcohol would accelerate blood circulation.

Considering this, Li Qiao stepped forward to pull up his left arm, just touched the cuff that was folded up, and immediately felt moisture.

Li Qiao’s brow furrowed tightly, rolled up the sleeve further, and finally saw clearly that there was indeed a wound on the outer side of his upper arm.

It wasn’t serious, three centimeters; looking closely, it appeared to be a graze from a bullet.

Li Qiao watched for a while, curled her fingers, sighed, and walked out to find a medical kit for him.