The Favored Heiress
Chapter 404: No one will come over tonight

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: No one will come over tonight

Li Qiao pursed her lips, gazing at the man’s handsome and distinct profile, her heart blazing hot.

Nearing five o’clock, Shang Yu left the company with Li Qiao.

Wang Yue and others followed behind them like they were surviving a calamity, speechless as they watched the couple walk hand in hand.

Before Miss Li’s arrival, Yan Emperor was an Asura Field.

After Miss Li came, Yan Emperor turned into a slaughterhouse for dogs.

...

Half an hour later, the motorcade arrived at the apartment building of the research facility.

Seeing the familiar streetscape outside the window, Li Qiao’s eyebrows unintentionally lifted—was he actually dropping her back at the apartment?

She had thought they would have dinner together.

Li Qiao turned to look at Shang Yu, "Then I’ll head back first."

The man, reclining lazily, looked at her with a secretive smile, his thin lips curved, "Did you pack the things for the trip tomorrow?"

"Not yet." Li Qiao shook her head.

Shang Yu tilted his jaw towards the door, signaling, "Mm, get out of the car then."

What’s with the mystery?

Li Qiao leaned out of the car, and as soon as she turned around, she saw the man getting out too.

It was early evening, not yet dark, and Shang Yu’s tall, erect figure naturally drew focus, standing under the banyan tree on the side of the street, with passersby unconsciously casting admiring glances at him.

The man strode forward, and naturally took Li Qiao’s hand in his.

Liuyun and others followed behind them, loyally performing their duty of being faithful henchmen wherever and whenever.

As the two walked past the guard post in front of the research building, the bodyguards greeted their boss through the door and window.

Back at the apartment, no sooner had Li Qiao pushed open the door than she was pressed against it by the man’s body.

The door closed with a sound that was neither loud nor soft, and standing outside in the corridor, the gazes of Liuyun and Wang Yue intersected. They glanced at Luoyu, who looked unfazed, and the two craftily took out their phones and started messaging each other on WeChat.

Wang Yue: How much are you betting?

Liuyun: Ten thousand.

Wang Yue: Okay, I guess twenty minutes.

Liuyun: ...Are you underestimating the boss’s stamina that much? I’ll say twenty-five minutes.

Wang Yue: Do you think the boss cares about the extra five minutes you’re offering?

As men, even if they haven’t tasted the meat, they’ve seen plenty of action movies.

What beastly act the boss was doing with Miss Li inside was clear to everyone.

Inside the apartment, at the instant Li Qiao was pressed against the door by the man, his scent fiercely filled her nostrils.

Kissing was something they were already very familiar with.

But the man’s deep kisses and his intense breathing bewildered Li Qiao’s senses.

Losing control, she was eventually lifted off the ground by Shang Yu, who walked straight to the large bed.

During this process, their lips and tongues remained entwined.

The glow of the sunset cast a faint orange hue in the room—the light was warm, the temperature high.

Clothes floated down as they began a soul-deep union.

Only when she felt a coolness on her shoulder did Li Qiao realize what Shang Yu’s mysterious expression in the car had meant.

She truly had overestimated the man’s endurance.

"Be good, call me..."

...

Fifty minutes later, Wang Yue and Liuyun each transferred ten thousand to Luoyu.

The two of them, at a loss for words, leaned against the windowsill and lowered their heads to their phone screens, seeing only darkness ahead in their lives.

They might be ruined.

Because while they were betting on the boss’s endurance on WeChat, they accidentally sent their conversation to the group chat.

The group had everyone, Wind, Rain, Cloud, Moon, and worse, the Big Boss was also in it.

Liuyun and Luoyu tried every means to retreat, but it was too late.

At that moment, Luoyu, with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette clutched in the other, exhaled a puff of smoke out of the corridor window. He reminded them with a smirk, "The Big Boss might be coming out soon, you two think about... how to explain."

As soon as he finished, someone in the WeChat group started talking.

Zhui Feng: The Big Boss only lasts twenty-five minutes?

Zhui Feng: Holy shit, that’s so unexpected.

Zhui Feng: Even I’m better than that. Should I go get some medicine for the Big Boss?

The moment the message was sent, Liuyun, Wang Yue, and Luoyu all stared at their smartphone screens, silent.

Three minutes passed, and once they were sure the message couldn’t be retracted, Liuyun finally sent an emoji: [Fist]

Liuyun: Brothers in arms!

Meanwhile, Zhui Feng, who was recuperating in Parma, hadn’t realized what happened until he saw the number of participants in the chat shown above, five people, and he was struck as if by lightning.

The Big Boss was actually in this group!

Zhui Feng stayed silent for a very long time and could only dryly send three letters in the group: FML.

What’s the point of having so many damn WeChat groups!

...

At 6:30 PM, the dormitory door slowly opened.

Shang Yu led Li Qiao with one hand and held a dark green suitcase with the other, walking out refreshed.

Both appeared to have taken showers, their hair still slightly damp.

Liuyun and the others stood in the corridor, staring straight at the white wall, not daring to overstep.

Li Qiao walked silently beside Shang Yu, a bit unsteady on her feet, but otherwise normal.

The group returned to the lab building, got into the car, and headed straight for South Sea Mansion.

By that time, Li Qiao was nestled against the man, too lazy to even move a finger.

No wonder he brought her to the dorm, packing was just a pretense; roughing her up was his real business.

But, fortunately, it was just once.

Back at the Mansion, the sky had already darkened.

The dining room was ready for dinner, and the man led her straight downstairs.

"Take Luoyu with you to Chong City tomorrow."

Shang Yu sat across from her, eyes tracing the charm in Li Qiao’s arched brows and corners of her eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and the burning desire in his eyes started to surge once again.

Li Qiao, lazily lifting her eyelids, didn’t notice his intense gaze, and chewed her food as she replied indifferently, "Mhm, okay."

After dinner, the window revealed a pitch-black night.

The man held her in the living room; the beauty of the night was enchanting, the lights were bright, and the quiet surroundings contributed to a sense of peaceful timelessness.

At this moment, post-dinner fruit lay on the coffee table. Shang Yu glanced at the sliced oranges, then looked down at Li Qiao, leaned forward to pick up a slice, and brought it to the girl’s lips.

Li Qiao was texting on her phone when the scent of the orange reached her, and she opened her mouth without hesitation.

Her soft lips inevitably brushed against his fingers, even taking a small nibble.

Shang Yu tightened his grip around her hand and his voice grew husky, "Is it tasty?"

Li Qiao, still tapping on her screen, nodded absently, "Tasty."

Sweet and refreshing.

Then, a familiar cool breath approached slowly, and he said in his magnetic and low voice, "Is it?"

Li Qiao finished her message, looked up, and her red lips were captured.

Indeed tasty, very sweet.

Later, Li Qiao’s phone dropped onto the sofa, her gaze foggy as she looked at the chandelier above, its light casting brilliant streaks in her eyes.

At some point, the lights dimmed, and the curtains closed.

The man pressed her down in the living room, seeking pleasure with abandon, reminding Li Qiao of the night they came back from the casino a few days ago when he whispered in her ear, "Tonight, no one will come to disturb us."