The Favored Heiress
Chapter 397: No Need to Undress for a Waist Injury

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: No Need to Undress for a Waist Injury

The man watched her without blinking, Perhaps it was the dense night or the surreal lighting, but the coldness around her eyes and brows was gone, replaced with a touch of girlish charm.

And this expression, she had only shown it in front of him.

Thinking of this, Shang Yu slowly put down the medicine bottle in his hand, his arm draped over the back of the sofa, and he leaned forward, lifting her chin with his warm finger and pressed his handsome face against hers, kissing her lips directly.

He kissed deeply and fiercely.

Perhaps because the distance was a bit far, during the deep kiss, he scooped her onto his long legs.

Li Qiao had a slender figure, but was far from frail, yet when he held her in his arms, she seemed especially delicate.

When the kiss ended, the man still did not let go of her, his forehead resting against her cheek, his voice husky in her ear, "Tonight, no one will come to disturb us."

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, her lips slightly moist and warm, and she seemed to hear another meaning in his words...

"Boyfriend, I’m injured!" she leaned slightly back, widening the distance between them, and reminded him by tugging at his collar.

Shang Yu pecked her lips, his eyes dark and intense, "So, take off your clothes, I’ll apply the medicine."

Li Qiao gave him a sideways look, not believing such nonsense at all.

She turned slightly in his embrace, lifting the hem of her T-shirt, "I think... there’s no need to undress for a waist injury."

The man watched her small act, a trace of amusement flickered in his deep eyes.

With one arm around Li Qiao, and the other picking up the medicine bottle from the table, his gaze suddenly darkened as he looked down.

There was a large purple bruise on the left side of her waist, looking like it was caused by someone forcefully squeezing the soft flesh there.

Damn He Chen.

He hadn’t forgotten that when he returned to the casino lounge, he saw He Chen holding her, with veins standing out on his palm precisely at the position of her left waist.

Shang Yu didn’t move for a long time, and Li Qiao blinked, turning her head to see a heavy displeasure and aggression in the man’s gloomy eyes.

She wasn’t aware of the state of her waist injury, only feeling a faint pain. When she looked down, she couldn’t help but curl her lips, "Your brother has quite a strong grip."

Seems like he’s also good at fighting.

Shang Yu’s lips were pressed tightly together, applying the ointment without a word, his cheeks taut, his facial contours showing no sign of relaxing.

The cool ointment spread over her waistline by his fingers, easing the soreness.

She heaved a silent sigh, just sitting there in his embrace, leaning to let him massage.

And then, she didn’t know when, but her T-shirt had been lifted to her shoulder.

Li Qiao: "..."

"Don’t move around these few days, rest well," he said after applying the ointment, dropping the hem of her clothes, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pressing her against his chest, any flirtatious thoughts vanishing upon seeing her waist injury.

Li Qiao leaned against his chest, laughing lightly, "It’s not that serious."

Shang Yu’s hand rested on her head, his dark gaze fixed on the opposite wall, saying nothing, just holding her like that.

Li Qiao’s mind wandered, sitting motionless in his embrace, her body slightly stiff because something was poking her thigh.

It was past midnight, in the silent and cozy living room, no sound could be heard.

The man no longer spoke, his broad palm tapping her back, as if to lull her to sleep.

Before long, Li Qiao had indeed fallen asleep against his shoulder, drowsy.

Shang Yu sensed her body gradually relaxing and her breathing evening out, looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, sighed softly, and lifted her face, planting a series of soft, tender kisses.

...

The next morning, before nine o’clock, Li Qiao gradually woke up.

The light in the master bedroom was dim, and the bed beside her was already empty.

She reached out to touch it, it was a bit cool, Shang Yu must have gotten up quite early.

Li Qiao hugged the quilt and spaced out for a while before she slowly made her way to the bathroom to take a bath.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the master bedroom, refreshed, and looking up, she collided with the man’s gaze as he walked steadily towards her through the sunlight flooding the floor.

Shang Yu’s hand was casually in his pocket as he came over, and he naturally stroked her waist, his eyes lingering on Li Qiao’s face, "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head, saying it was much better, and asked in a faint voice, "You haven’t gone to the company yet?"

"I’m about to leave. The lab has already called in sick for you, if you need to go out, take Luoyu with you," Shang Yu said, with a slow, somber voice, as he wrapped his arm around her and walked downstairs.

Li Qiao acknowledged, and as the two of them reached the underground dining room and had just sat down, the man’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and answered; immediately, He Chen’s reprimand emanated from inside, "Shang Shaoyan, have you no shame? The troublemakers at my casino last night, were they arranged by you?"

Li Qiao paused with her spoon in hand and couldn’t help but look at the man across from her.

She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but He Chen’s voice was too loud.

Shang Yu, noticing Li Qiao’s gaze, looked up and gestured for her to eat properly, then spoke into the phone with a deep, cold voice, "Yes, it was me."

On the phone, He Chen gasped in shock, "Are you fucking split-personality? You just left, and then you sent people to cause trouble behind your back, you owe me money."

Last night, a few gamblers caused trouble at the casino late into the night, smashing three of his gambling tables and even destroying two pillars at the entrance of the church.

It had been a long time since anyone dared to make trouble on the casino’s territory.

He had sent people to investigate and somehow, the trail had led to Shang Shaoyan.

He Chen was stunned.

Just then, Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, his voice low and chilly as he replied, "If there’s a next time, it won’t be just making trouble."

Before He Chen could figure out what he meant, the call was already disconnected.

Li Qiao bit into her fried egg, eyeing Shang Yu, "You last night..."

"Yes, he shouldn’t have hurt you," the man said methodically as he cut his toast, with an indifferent and detached demeanor.

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, suppressed a smile, and said nothing.

She could almost imagine the spectacle of He Chen hopping mad.

Truly, what a tender and fatal friendship.

...

After breakfast, Shang Yu left for the company.

Li Qiao didn’t stay long at the Mansion either; she summoned Luoyu and drove to the hospital.

At Yan Emperor Private Hospital, Bai Luhui lay on the bed alone, staring out the window lost in thought.

When Luoyu knocked and entered, he turned his face expressionlessly, but upon seeing Li Qiao behind her, he quickly sat up from the bed, "Miss Li."

Li Qiao walked over unhurriedly, and upon seeing Bai Luhui’s bandaged right hand, she pursed her lips, "How’s the injury?"

"It’s alright, nothing serious."

In truth, having been pierced by a rusted nail, there were signs of tetanus infection.

Otherwise... he wouldn’t have been forcibly kept in the hospital for treatment.

Bai Luhui didn’t want to say more; Li Qiao rescuing him from He Chen was already a great kindness, and he didn’t wish to add to her troubles.

Luoyu placed the fruits she brought on the bedside table, looked around, and then bent down to speak to Li Qiao, "Miss Li, you talk, I’ll wait outside the door."