The Favored Heiress
Chapter 412: My Woman is Naturally No Ordinary Person

Chapter 412: Chapter 412: My Woman is Naturally No Ordinary Person

Shang Yu’s handsome face was covered with a cold and dark shadow as he once again raised his hand, trapping her jaw in his grip, enunciating each word, "Li Qiao, I never said you weren’t qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

"Is that so?" Li Qiao looked at him, her voice clear yet faint, barely audible.

Forced to look up at the man, she still gazed at him with eyes full of adoration and then said something that made Shang Yu’s breath halt, "But doesn’t your protection precisely prove that you think I’m not qualified..." to stand by your side.

Before she could utter the last three words, Shang Yu’s pressing lips sealed them back.

He kissed her fiercely, even with a hint of punishment.

It wasn’t gentle, nor was it clingy, the tearing bite force spelling out the man’s nearly obsessive possessiveness.

Li Qiao did not dodge, nor did she make any move to reciprocate.

She simply let the injured man do as he pleased on her lips.

It wasn’t until... the warm taste of blood spread between their mouths that Shang Yu’s brow twitched, and he released her, pressing his forehead against hers.

Blood flowed from the corner of Li Qiao’s mouth, the fresh red traces seemingly agitating the man’s nerves.

He grabbed the back of Li Qiao’s neck and pressed her firmly into his arms, hugging her tightly, utterly disregarding whether it would pull at his injured shoulder.

Kissing the top of her head, his deep and shadowy eyes filled with complex gloom, his voice raspy and husky, "I didn’t mean to hide it from you, don’t say things in anger, alright?"

Li Qiao, smelling the all too familiar scent on him, wanted to push him away but was worried it might aggravate his injuries.

She let him hug her for a while, feeling the man’s grip gradually relax, she almost without hesitation stepped back from his embrace.

She looked up at Shang Yu, their eyes meeting, while the blood at the corner of her lips continued to remind the man of his recent actions.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, her numb pain still robbing her of any additional expression.

She looked deeply at Shang Yu, until, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the blood seep through the white gauze on his left shoulder, a flash of imperceptible sadness flickering from the depths of her eyes.

She lowered her gaze, a faint smile on her lips, her voice light and slow, as if a breeze could blow it away, "Take care of your injury, I’ll head back to Chong City first."

Shang Yu, you indeed didn’t mean to hide it from me, because you never wanted me to know in the first place.

That sentence, Li Qiao never managed to say out loud in the end.

She didn’t want to come across as too unreasonable, yet she couldn’t sort out the tangle of emotions in her heart, unsure what they were really about.

Falling in love for the first time made her feel an overwhelming tiredness.

Was Shang Yu wrong? He wasn’t wrong, perhaps it was just his male chauvinism acting up, not wanting her to be in danger.

Was she being too sentimental? It seemed like it, yet it also seemed not.

If she were just a brainless rich girl, she would only need to cling to Shang Yu’s side and be a well-behaved girlfriend, everything would appear much simpler.

After all, this was probably just creating one’s own trouble.

Li Qiao closed her eyes wearily, and when she opened them again, the redness had subsided somewhat; she looked at Shang Yu’s face, which was dark to the extreme, said nothing, and turned to leave.

And this time, the man did not stop her.

It seemed that he did not want to explain anything either.

How the injury occurred, who had done it, what the cause was— he still kept his lips sealed.

...

After Li Qiao left, Shang Yu stood alone in the corridor for a very long time.

Long enough for the white gauze on his shoulder to be thoroughly stained red, long enough for the blood to trail down his chest like a stream, yet the man still did not move.

He was injured, but at the same time... he had injured Li Qiao tonight.

The girl he once cherished above all else, now had the corner of her mouth bitten raw by him.

It was anger, perhaps mingled with other feelings of suffocation he was reluctant to elaborate on.

In any case, this was the first time Li Qiao had lost her temper with him, and it was distressingly calm.

He would rather have Li Qiao cry and question him than see her extreme forbearance hidden beneath that calm facade.

...

Five minutes later, Shang Yu returned to the ward.

Shen Qingye stared at his phone screen somewhat helplessly, not even looking up when he heard footsteps.

Wang Yue had been peering at the movement outside the corridor from the doorway, and when he heard that Li Qiao had left, he tried to call her to explain, but... after the first hang up, he couldn’t get through anymore.

He suspected he had been blocked.

Another man, unfamiliar in face, frowned, his voice cold and indifferent as he smoked calmly, glancing at Shang Yu, "Didn’t you have Chenzi stay in Chong City to watch over her? Why did you come back?"

This person was the third master of the Rong Family in the Capital, Rong Zhan.

Shang Yu didn’t speak, sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression, ignoring his bleeding wound, he picked up a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

He exhaled a thin mist, the curling white smoke blurring his cold and stern outline, and it was a while before he said to Liuyun beside him, "Have He Chen go to the airport to pick her up."

Liuyun nodded in response and began to make a call from the corner of the ward.

Rong Zhan, with a military background, emanated a formidable presence that commanded respect without anger.

His face serious, the deep chill in the gaze beneath his thick eyebrows, he crossed his long legs leisurely and sneered, "A few days ago, Chenzi told me you found yourself a pretty interesting girlfriend.

Today, she really made me take notice. With your temperament, not explaining the situation to her and causing trouble, other women would have been crying and making a fuss by now.

Her character is indeed rare, more tolerant than most women, seems quite sensible."

The assessment from Rong Zhan earned him an unhappy glance from Shen Qingye.

Shang Yu, his face grave as he puffed clouds of smoke, leaned over to tap off some ash, "My woman is of course not an ordinary woman."

Rong Zhan glanced at him, his lips curling into a cold smirk, "Heh, it must be something else to make you chase after her with injuries.

I don’t understand what you’re thinking; just tell her you were injured on purpose as part of a plan, and she wouldn’t have run here on her own.

Wang Yue just checked; she came back on a Huanxia business flight, no wonder she avoided all the surveilling eyes.

Your woman sure has some significant backing, even managing to get Huanxia to help her!"

Shang Yu remained silent, and the two men quietly smoked half a cigarette each.

Rong Zhan raised his chin towards Wang Yue, who was still looking bewildered, "If you want your boss to bleed to death, keep standing there like an idiot."

Wang Yue suddenly came to his senses and noticed that the half of Shang Yu’s shirt over the shoulder was completely soaked in blood.

He cursed and hurriedly ran out to find a doctor.

At this moment, Rong Zhan blew the smoke away from in front of him and looked sideways at Shang Yu, "I came to South Sea to take care of Zong Yue’s marriage arrangements and then I’ll return to Imperial Capital. If you need anything regarding the issue with the Xiao family, speak up sooner rather than later."

"No need," the man arrogantly threw out three words, and despite his obscured expression through the haze of smoke, the thick restlessness in his eyes couldn’t be concealed.

...

Meanwhile, at Chong City Airport, He Chen was sitting in the car, vexingly puffing on a cigarette.

It was nearly eleven o’clock at night, and he had received notice from South Sea Airport that Li Qiao had boarded the plane again.