The Favored Heiress
Chapter 370: Are You Touched or Angry?

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Are You Touched or Angry?

But Shang Yu’s strong arms were tightly wrapped around her, preventing Li Qiao from breaking free and fleeing.

Though it was a deep kiss, he abided by the rules and made no other overstepping moves.

After the kiss ended, Li Qiao bumped her forehead against his chest.

There was a bit of an ostrich mentality about her, as she regulated her breathing. At the same time, she quietly wiped the moisture from her lips onto Shang Yu’s shirt.

At that moment, the man’s palms rubbed up and down her back as he lifted the corners of his lips lazily and glanced towards a corner of the grandstand with the tail of his eyes.

The moment Liuyun and the others caught the boss’s glance, they immediately looked up at the sky, pretending they saw nothing.

Pressing his thin lips together, Shang Yu soothingly stroked her hair.

It had been a long time since he’d seen her so keen on something, especially the radiant look in the young girl’s eyes when she raced. As soon as she got off the car, she could barely control her emotions.

It was only now, calming down, that he remembered there were others present.

The man sighed softly, resting his sharp jaw on top of the girl’s head. He stood there with her, near a row of RX7s, his voice husky in her ear, "Continue?"

Li Qiao lifted her head from Shang Yu’s embrace and, with a sweep of her eyes towards Liuyun and the others, saw them all looking up into the sky. She couldn’t help but smile slightly.

She looked back at the man, her voice much softer, "Are they joining us?"

"Hmm, if you want, they’ll join you."

It was only at that moment that Li Qiao suddenly realized Shang Yu had specially arranged the car racing event for her.

But why?

Could it be he’d suddenly learned of her love for racing?

Li Qiao looked at the row of parked sports cars and surveyed the quiet, brightly lit race track. Not wanting to disappoint him, she nodded in agreement to his suggestion.

So, three minutes later, the proud roar of engines reverberated over the racetrack.

Almost simultaneously, the horns sounded and seven cars shot out at once.

The racetrack was wide and long.

The differently colored car bodies reflected a rainbow-like gleam under the surrounding lights as they passed.

Li Qiao did not show off or speed up, because in that instant, her thoughts briefly wandered.

While not enough to affect her driving stability, it caused her heart to remain unsettled for a long time.

Some things, some words, became clear without being spoken at that moment.

As the seven cars simultaneously entered the racetrack, memories flooded her mind like the tide.

The colors of the seven cars were clearly representative of each of the Border Seven Sons.

And the number seven was precisely their number, the Seven Sons.

Under the moonlight, the seven cars raced side by side, reminiscent of the scenes when they would wildly speed along the border with careless abandon.

Shang Yu...

Li Qiao’s nose tingled with sourness, and her throat felt slightly choked.

Indeed, on this very day, Huizai’s anniversary, he was paying tribute to Huizai in this way.

Li Qiao suppressed the complex emotions that were too profound for words. She stopped accelerating, stopped chasing, and drove round after round in the quietest manner possible along with the other six cars.

She was positioned in the center, with three cars to her left and three to her right; as long as she didn’t stop, everyone would keep her company.

Ten minutes later, she returned to the starting point and slowly reduced her speed.

Once the car came to a halt, she didn’t open the door. Instead, she sat inside, staring straight ahead in silence for a long, long time.

It wasn’t until the car door was pulled open and Shang Yu’s towering figure bent down that she gradually came back to her senses.

Half-bending, the man braced the car door and roof with his hands. His sculpted features were half in light and shadow, his thin lips slightly upturned as he opened his palm towards her, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Li Qiao mechanically extended her hand and let the man pull her out of the cockpit.

The scent of burning rubber from the tires’ high-speed friction still lingered around the car, and amid the faint white smoke, Li Qiao hung her head down and did not speak for a long time.

Shang Yu sensed something was amiss with her emotions, his thick eyebrows knitting into a frown, a depth of concern covering his gaze. With a slight wave of his hand, Liuyun and the others understood and moved towards the stands in the distance.

The man lifted Li Qiao’s chin, his deep eyes examining her expression attentively, his tone slightly heavy, "What’s wrong?"

Li Qiao continued to lower her eyelids, the edges of her eyes turning red, and after a pause finally looked up at Shang Yu with pursed lips.

She licked the corner of her mouth, her voice slightly hoarse, "Today is Huizai’s death anniversary."

The man’s fingertips brushed the corner of her eye, his Adam’s apple moving, "Hmm, I know."

Li Qiao’s gaze flickered, her cool fingertips gripping his wrist without saying a word, and she took a step forward into his embrace.

The words of gratitude were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t want to express her feelings with such pale thanks.

Li Qiao’s hands slowly rested on his chest, feeling the clear beat of his heart.

The man hugged her back, his broad palm on the back of her neck, gently kneading in a comforting manner.

"Let’s go back," Li Qiao murmured in his hold,

Shang Yu’s calm eyes shimmered with a hint of cold light, his lips pressed tight, and he responded with restrained agreement, "Hmm."

The abrupt change in Li Qiao’s emotions was somewhat inexplicable yet seemed to make sense.

After all, it was about a once life-and-death comrade, and perhaps tonight’s racing had stirred up her sorrow.

The man’s expression became increasingly gloomy and indifferent.

It seemed he had used the wrong method, intending to relieve her mood, but it had backfired instead.

The two left the track without saying a word, Liuyun, and the bodyguards hurriedly following.

The team was already waiting outside the racetrack, and as Li Qiao hooked her fingertips with Shang Yu’s, she suddenly instructed the bodyguard who opened the door, "Please wait outside for a moment."

The bodyguard obeyed without question and stood guard nearby after closing the door.

Inside the car, Li Qiao and Shang Yu sat side by side in the back seat, and she seemed to have something to say.

The man’s long legs casually crossed as he half-closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat, his voice deep, "What do you want to say?"

Shang Yu’s somber eyes held a hidden fierceness, his handsome brows furrowed, his contours all the more cold and hard.

The car was excessively quiet, and without waiting for Li Qiao to speak, he lazily lifted the corner of his eye and turned his head in that instant, her soft, mushy lips covered his.

As if by instinct, Shang Yu pressed his face down in response, his hand encircling and progressively tightening around her.

Li Qiao held his handsome face with both hands, mimicking the techniques he taught her, creating havoc between his lips.

Why is he so good?

It made her usually proud composure crumble completely.

She even didn’t know how to respond or thank him.

At this moment, Li Qiao’s initiative turned Shang Yu’s heart into a soft mess.

The temperature in the car continued to rise until the kiss ended, leaving them both gasping for air.

Unbeknownst to her, she was now in the man’s arms, sitting on his lap, easily feeling certain traces of aroused emotion.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face deep into his neck to steady her breathing.

Shang Yu’s jaw rested against her, his sharp fingers gently patting her waist, his low and husky voice tinged with a sexy rasp, "Are you touched, or are you angry, hmm?"

Li Qiao looked up slightly, her clear eyes like stars breaking through the clouds, bright and distinct, "Can’t you tell?"

The man suppressed his thin lips, his thumb caressing her cheek, tauntingly saying, "Indeed, it’s hard to tell."