The Favored Heiress
Chapter 384: Your Man is Angry

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Your Man is Angry

At the entrance, Qiu Huan, Shang Yu, and a somewhat familiar yet strange man paused, with Liuyun and the others standing behind them.

The waiter hadn’t expected anyone to be in the room and was caught off guard for a long moment, somewhat at a loss.

The atmosphere had become extremely awkward.

Upon seeing the situation inside the lounge, Qiu Huan couldn’t help but frown deeply.

It was because Xiao Yeyan was standing right in front of Li Qiao, his tall figure completely shielding her.

And that slightly bending posture could, no matter how one looked at it, be misinterpreted as intimate.

Qiu Huan, hands on hips, leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe and glanced at the man by his side whose facial contours suddenly tensed, shaking his head helplessly and sighing.

He was truly defeated.

The South Sea wasn’t large, but it was definitely not small either—at least not so small that he would randomly encounter Li Qiao being lovey-dovey with another man while dining out.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao was staring unwaveringly at Xiao Yeyan, his ambiguous words echoing in her ears, "So, what does the Vice Secretary-General wish to say?"

Her reference to ’Vice Secretary-General’ was distant and laced with coldness.

Xiao Yeyan, with his hands behind his back, pressed his face closer to Li Qiao, "Miss Li, why cling to the memory of a dead man.

The person you pay respects to in the Western Hills is Xiao Yehui, while my name is Xiao Yeyan.

With such a profound connection, don’t you think... we might have the chance to become friends?"

Li Qiao looked at Xiao Yeyan coolly and, as she stepped forward, she brushed past his shoulder, "You also question... if you are worthy to mention his name?"

Xiao Yeyan was bumped aside, his handsome face still adorned with an elusive faint smile.

He tilted his head, watching Li Qiao’s retreating figure, then cast a deep look towards the lounge entrance.

The silhouettes of several people standing there caught his eye, but Xiao Yeyan’s gaze met Shang Yu’s directly and unerringly.

The man stood amid the crowd, his dark and tall physique proud and commanding, his jawline tense, his sharp and imposing features brooding.

If Xiao Yeyan was a character straight out of a comic, then Shang Yu was the wild sovereign of the battlefield.

In both pose and aura, Xiao Yeyan seemed a notch below.

At that moment, Qiu Huan, seeing Li Qiao approaching, tugged the corner of his mouth as a signal to Shang Yu, as if to say ’your man is upset’.

Li Qiao touched her forehead as she looked downwards, just reaching the man’s side when Xiao Yeyan spoke up again from behind, "President Shang, hope you’re well."

This address was somewhat unusual.

Xiao Yeyan strode forward, it was unclear whether intentionally or not, and deliberately stood beside Li Qiao.

His stunning face even bore a hint of provocative ambiguity.

Li Qiao, sensing the unfamiliar presence by her side, gave him an emotionless glance, and the next second, as Xiao Yeyan’s eyes began to narrow, she leisurely drew closer to Shang Yu, inserting her hand into his dry palm.

Yet, the man did not respond.

He let Li Qiao hold his fingers, not tightening his grip, but also not letting go.

However, the undercurrent swirling deep in his eyes subtly receded without a trace.

Shang Yu’s eyes curved slightly, his gaze dark and deep as he looked at Xiao Yeyan, "Has the Secretary-General forgotten what I’ve said?"

At that rhetorical question, the thin smile in Xiao Yeyan’s eyes was instantly replaced by an ominous shadow.

He shifted his gaze between Li Qiao and Shang Yu, standing with hands clasped behind him, his thin lips curving up, "President Shang has said many things to me, which one are you referring to?"

The man glanced at Li Qiao out of the corner of his eye, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, insinuating and cryptic, "Perhaps you should ask your father."

Xiao Yeyan’s expression subtly changed.

The atmosphere was heavy, as if the air was tinged with the unseen scent of gunpowder.

Shang Yu’s gaze swept indifferently over Xiao Yeyan before he turned and, taking Li Qiao by the hand, headed towards the corner of the corridor.

Qiu Huan maintained his casual lean against the doorframe, shaking his head and clicking his tongue, "Vice Secretary Xiao, with such a fine appearance, why can’t you refrain from engaging in shameful deeds?"

"Master Qiu, if you could speak nicely, perhaps you’d have more friends," Xiao Yeyan sarcastically retorted with his indifferent tone.

As he walked towards the door, Qiu Huan said with a smirk that was not quite a smile, "Xiao Yeyan, you should be well aware of who in the South Sea can be touched and who cannot."

"Are you referring to... Li Qiao?" He stopped in his tracks, glancing sideways at Qiu Huan.

It seemed he had underestimated Li Qiao’s standing in Shang Shaoyan’s heart.

Even the young master of Qiu’s was protecting her this much.

When Xiao Yeyan called out Li Qiao’s name, Qiu Huan laughed mockingly and, placing a hand on his shoulder, warned, "Next time you see her, if you call her ’Ancestor Xiao Li’, maybe your ’career’ will be smoother."

His words echoed with the same ironic wit as Xiao Yeyan’s earlier jab.

...

On the rooftop terrace behind the corridor, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu up the steps. Before she could steady herself, her arm was yanked by him, and she stumbled unintentionally into his embrace.

What followed was a long, tumultuous deep kiss.

The man held the back of her head, his other arm tightly encircling her slim waist. The strength of his grip was matched by the ferocity of his kiss.

A night breeze dusted the roof, toying with loose strands of hair between their lips and teeth.

It was only when Li Qiao’s lips started to feel numb that Shang Yu slowly let her go, his voice low and displeased as he asked, "Did you enjoy your chat?"

At this time, she was supposed to have met up with Li Jun and gone directly back to the Li Family’s home.

Unexpectedly, in Yuefan 108’s lounge, he had caught a glimpse of her with Xiao Yeyan.

It wasn’t a matter of trust, but rather... he despised any man with ulterior motives appearing near Li Qiao.

Especially if that man happened to be handsome.

It was probably his possessive nature acting up.

Then, Li Qiao caught her breath with a small pout, looked up into the man’s deep eyes, licked the corner of her mouth, and scolded him, "It wasn’t a very fun chat. There was a dinner at the Secretary’s office tonight, and I was accompanying my older brother."

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu, a fine laughter in her eyes.

The man before her was indeed different from Xiao Yeyan; that crisply handsome black shirt seemed as if it was engraved into his very bones.

Bold and enchanting, capturing hearts.

Even with an expressionless face, his cool and steady temperament stood out even more.

And evidently, he was jealous again.

The man remained silent, his deep gaze resting on Li Qiao’s face, his lips tightly pressed.

Li Qiao reached up to tug at his collar, standing on tiptoe, "Just now, Xiao Yeyan asked me if I found his name familiar.

Since you know him, does he have anything to do with Huizai?"

After all, a name with just one different character could indeed lead to much speculation.

Shang Yu was silent for a few seconds, then slightly relaxed his arm around her, his eyebrows arching, "Does Huizai also look androgynous?"

Li Qiao’s lips curved into a smile, and she slowly shook her head, "No, Huizai doesn’t resemble him at all."

Huizai appeared more mature, with well-defined features, similar to the gentle and refined style of Lian Zhen.

Xiao Yeyan was too beautiful; Shang Yu’s description of him as androgynous wasn’t without reason. On consideration, it was indeed hard to discern his gender.