The Favored Heiress
Chapter 393: Li Qiao, My Woman

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Li Qiao, My Woman

Accompanied by a cold and slow voice, He Chen hadn’t even made out who the person was when he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, and the next thing he knew, he was thrown to the side.

The embrace emptied, and due to inertia, he stumbled backward repeatedly, hitting the sofa armrest behind him with the back of his knees, and unexpectedly toppled into the sofa.

In this world, the only person who could effortlessly deflect his offensive with a single move was Shang Shaoyan.

He Chen half propped up his body, dumbfoundedly rubbing his face, "Shang Shaoyan, how the hell are you back again?"

As he swore, his gaze sharpened, and his handsome face went through a rapid succession of expressions as if through a revolving lantern.

A few steps away, Shang Shaoyan was holding Li Qiao with a somber aura, his palm cradling the back of her head against his chest, his eyes filled with a severity and coldness that He Chen had never seen before.

Seeing this, He Chen stood up from the sofa. Even with his hair somewhat disheveled, it didn’t diminish his reckless charm.

He lit another cigarette, and with the cigarette held in hand, he gestured between Shang Yu and Li Qiao, laughing spitefully, "So this is... you trying to steal a woman from me?"

Li Qiao, whose head was pressed in the man’s embrace: "..."

Indeed, he must be an idiot!

Shang Yu’s sharp Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his deep-ocean-like eyes locked onto He Chen, his thin lips slightly upturned, his voice low and dangerous, "Your woman? If you want to die, just say so."

Just then, Li Qiao, pressed against the man’s chest, could hear his strong heartbeat and the rumble in his chest, and... the arm that was tightening around her, muscles taut all over his body.

He was angry but also restraining himself.

He Chen watched him, protective arms wrapped around the girl, furrowed his thick eyebrows, and took a drag on his cigarette, "Wait a second, let me get this straight."

After saying that, he turned his back, one hand on his hip, the other holding the cigarette, occasionally shaking his leg or looking up at the ceiling as if he were really in thought.

He Ao, propped up by bodyguards, had become numb to the pain on his body, and all he could feel now was a buzzing in his head.

He had been beaten, but the culprit not only went unpunished but was now in Shaoyan’s arms.

That was the Young Master of the Shang Family he had worshipped for over twenty years, Shang Shaoyan. How could he tolerate that audacious girl defiling him?

In less than a minute, perhaps even shorter, He Chen abruptly turned around, and upon a glance, he saw Shang Yu’s palm was gently stroking the girl’s head, occasionally bending down to kiss her forehead.

He Chen’s temples throbbed, and he licked his cheek, "Shang Shaoyan, did you come back just to screw up my good time? What exactly is the relationship between you two?"

Shang Yu glanced at He Chen, then lowered his handsome face and lifted Li Qiao’s chin to imprint a deep kiss on the corner of her lips.

Afterward, the man’s eyes narrowed dangerously, issuing a warning, "Do you understand now? Li Qiao, my woman."

This was probably the first time Shang Yu had so domineeringly declared his ownership with the words "my woman."

Li Qiao lowered her eyes slightly, feeling an unusual stir within her heart.

He Chen: "..."

Then, the man propped up Li Qiao’s shoulders and caressed her face with one hand, his tone suddenly much gentler, "Are you hurt?"

He Chen knew his own capabilities better than anyone;if they really fought, Li Qiao was no match for him.

Li Qiao had intended to say she wasn’t, but catching sight of He Chen, and recalling his inappropriate touch earlier, she blinked and leaned into the man’s embrace, "Mhm, my waist hurts."

This statement was a bit exaggerated, but it was also true.

He Chen had just now suddenly tightened his grip on her waist; his hand had been continuously exerting pressure, and for a big and tall man, his strength was no joke.

Of course, there was also a larger element of retaliation.

Shang Yu understood Li Qiao—usually, even if she was hurt, she would never show it.

Were it not for being wronged in front of He Chen, she would never have so cautiously snuggled into his embrace.

The man’s expression suddenly darkened as he gently encircled Li Qiao, casting a deep glance at He Chen, "You hurt her?"

He Chen almost choked on his cigarette, "If I had hurt her, would she still be able to stand? If you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have had enough time to cherish her."

At the door, Liuyun, Luoyu, and Wang Yue: "..."

Brother Chen, you must be tired of living.

At this moment, Shang Yu’s arm was draped over Li Qiao’s shoulder, pulling her behind him, he glared ominously at He Chen, "If you don’t want your hand, you can waste it."

As he took a step forward, his long leg stretching out in an instant, He Chen lifted his cigarette-holding fingers and tapped away ash nonchalantly, "Shang Shaoyan, how many years have we had a relationship? If you dare ruin my hand over a woman, I swear I’ll spare no effort to break you two apart in the future."

Li Qiao: "..."

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze meeting He Chen’s flippant ones, his sharp lips slowly curving up, "Think you can do it?"

"I can’t? Go ask around in the South Sea; I have a reputation out there. Even your woman came seeking fame. You think breaking you two up would be difficult?"

He Chen’s reckless nature really was beyond ordinary understanding.

Li Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, taking hold of Shang Yu’s arm, she gave He Chen a cold glance, "Have some shame."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, his expression as usual, carefree, "When men are talking, women shouldn’t interrupt."

"He Chen!" Shang Yu called out his name in a low and frosty tone.

Seeing this, He Chen bit his cigarette and straightened his messy hair, giving Shang Yu a disdainful look, "Alright, alright, I get it, you’re amazing because you have a woman."

Everyone: "..."

Li Qiao then understood that He Chen wasn’t afraid of Shang Yu, or rather... all his actions showed the real casualness that exists only between true brothers.

Even Qiu Huan and Ou Bai or Parma’s Huo Mang and He Qing couldn’t be as carefree as He Chen in front of Shang Yu.

He Chen was indeed different.

...

A few minutes later, the lounge finally quieted down.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu were sitting side by side on the long sofa while He Chen was perched opposite them with his leg crossed. He Ao and the bodyguards as well as Liuyun and the others had already gone outside to stand guard.

He Chen seemed to have a strong addiction to smoking, puffing away incessantly, one after the other.

The small lounge was shrouded in smoke.

At that moment, Shang Yu hooked his arm around Li Qiao’s waist, letting her lean into his embrace, inadvertently spotting the magazine on the floor, and his piercing gaze inevitably fell on He Chen’s face.

Damn thing.

"Are you cursing me in your mind again?" He Chen blew away the haze of smoke in front of his eyes, sneering at Shang Yu’s cool gaze.

He was quite indignant.

It wasn’t easy to meet a girl who was outstanding in both looks and skills; how did she end up being Shang Shaoyan’s woman?

Knowing him for twenty years, He Chen had never seen him possess such a strong desire to own a woman.

He Chen tosses the cigarette pack through the air towards Shang Yu, mumbling as he did, "Keep looking at me and I’ll tell her all about your childhood secrets."

The man elegantly caught the pack in mid-air with his hand and casually threw it on the table, leaning back on the chair, he lazily lifted his eyelids, "Where’s Bai Luhui?"

He Chen exhaled a smoke ring, feigning ignorance with a clear understanding, "Bai Luhui? I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"You want me to shut down your casino?" Shang Yu’s voice was slow and steady, without much fluctuation, but it conveyed his displeasure.