The Favored Heiress
Chapter 413: How Did Your Mouth Get Injured? Did Shaoyan Bite You?

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: How Did Your Mouth Get Injured? Did Shaoyan Bite You?

He Chen took a drag of his cigarette and complained not so politely on the phone, "Shang Shaoyan, you only told me to ensure your woman’s safety, but you damn well didn’t say I had to stick to her like glue.

Besides, how does she have so many connections? I had all the private jet departure routes from Chong City Airport blocked.

Who the hell knew she could still use Huanxia Pharma Enterprise’s business jet, is that my fault?"

He Chen was very frustrated.

When he heard Luoyu say that Li Qiao was going to a class reunion, he didn’t think there was anything amiss.

Who hasn’t been to a class reunion after attending school?

But he let his guard down for a moment and allowed Li Qiao to find a loophole, making him look like a useless person, unable to even keep track of one individual.

Shang Yu said something that made He Chen laugh and curse before hanging up the phone.

It must be said, Li Qiao avoiding everyone and silently rushing back to South Sea tonight was really quite impressive.

...

At two in the morning, the Huanxia business jet landed smoothly at Chong City Airport.

He Chen was waiting on the tarmac and upon seeing the figure descending the stairs, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, "Sister-in-law, are you playing cosplay or something?"

It wasn’t because he was overly dramatic, but because Li Qiao was still wearing that white lab coat.

Li Qiao, with her gaze lowered, stepped down the stairs and saw He Chen waiting below; she inserted her hands into her coat pockets without any expression.

Without saying a word, she walked forward and, understanding the situation, He Chen’s bodyguards considerately opened the car door for her.

Noticing her off state, He Chen bent down to get into the car next to her, his right ankle resting on his left knee, and gave it a shake, "Yo, what happened to your mouth? Did Shaoyan bite you?"

So annoying!

Li Qiao glanced at him faintly, and the suppressed mood in her eyes shocked He Chen.

He had never seen such a dark surge in the eyes of a young girl.

Based on his superficial understanding of Li Qiao and his years of friendship with Shang Shaoyan, He Chen still patiently said, "Seeing me in Chong City doesn’t seem to surprise you, so you should know who arranged this.

I heard from Liuyun that the two of you had a fight, sister-in-law, I’m not blaming you, but you’re being a bit melodramatic, aren’t you?

Some things he doesn’t want you to know about, so why bother asking about them?

For men, as long as they are not cheating or promiscuous, just turn a blind eye and that should be enough."

The bodyguard in the front row glanced at He Chen through the rearview mirror; they were beginning to suspect Brother Chen wasn’t here to reconcile, but rather to encourage a breakup.

Is this how you convince someone?

At that moment, Li Qiao’s heart shivered when she heard the words "you’re being melodramatic".

On the flight back from South Sea, she had been contemplating whether she was overreacting.

Now with He Chen saying the same thing, she couldn’t help but doubt herself again.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and looked out the window, silent for a very long time, so long that He Chen thought she wasn’t going to respond to him, until he heard a light sentence come from beside him.

She said, "Maybe I am being melodramatic."

So... she hadn’t asked a single word.

She didn’t ask, and Shang Yu didn’t say.

He Chen turned his head to look at Li Qiao’s profile, pursed his lips, then touched his nose, feeling like she might cry at any moment with how she was.

He hated when women cried; it was such a hassle.

But Li Qiao’s overly cold demeanor didn’t show the slightest sign of crying.

He Chen felt that he didn’t quite understand her anymore.

Indeed, this lovey-dovey stuff not only didn’t add anything good, but it was also a damn headache.

The car soon returned to the guesthouse, and Li Qiao got out and thanked He Chen.

Gazing at her departing figure, the frivolous expression on He Chen’s face faded somewhat. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and after a long silence, he sighed, "Tell Shang Shaoyan, his woman has returned to the guesthouse."

"Okay, Brother Chen."

Love, that thing, even domineering and arrogant men like Shang Shaoyan can’t seem to avoid its grasp.

He Chen looked out into the silent night street, already unable to remember the last time he had been emotionally moved.

The woman he once loved to death, in the end, couldn’t withstand the pressure, could she? They had parted ways, hadn’t they?

How long would Li Qiao and Shang Yu’s relationship last?

A minor quarrel appeared to have already caused severe damage.

Was their love that deep?

Their relationship probably hadn’t yet faced the true bitterness of love.

He Chen had once loved someone deeply, with heart-pounding intensity, and was also wounded all over because of that love.

To the extent that he had once beseeched her to stay with him, abandoning his pride in the process, yet that woman turned heartlessly to another’s embrace.

Perhaps because all his love had been expended on that person, he now found it hard to experience what being moved felt like, nor could he understand the significance behind Li Qiao’s efforts on this trip.

Wasn’t it delightful to stay safely under Shang Shaoyan’s protection, to be a little woman?

He Chen finished his cigarette in silence, pressed his temple in feeling of annoyance, "Let’s go back."

The car slowly left the guesthouse, while inside the lobby, Li Qiao sat on a chipped wooden chair, deep in contemplation until dawn.

...

Early in the morning at five o’clock, Xia Siyu came to the guesthouse.

Her hotel was not far from here, and she hardly slept because she was worried about Li Qiao. She hurried over as soon as it was light.

She clattered up the stairs in her high heels, went to the top floor’s rooftop, and kicked the iron door open with a bang.

The dawn broke, with the city not yet fully awake.

The distant sound of the sea waves appeared and vanished intermittently, and Xia Siyu stood there, looking at the silhouette of Li Qiao sitting on the railing of the rooftop, her heartbeat nearly stopped.

"Qiaoqiao..."

She murmured softly, afraid she would do something reckless, and approached cautiously. As she got closer, a wave of fragrance wafted towards her.

Xia Siyu stood behind Li Qiao, leaned forward to look, and saw her little Zacian holding a bun in each hand, eating as she turned her head to look at her.

Baffled Xia Siyu: "..."

"Why are you up so early?" Li Qiao’s voice was a bit hoarse, her eyes were red, with the bloodshot streaks of a night without sleep.

Xia Siyu ground her teeth a bit, turned around to lean on the railing with her lower back, looking up at Li Qiao, "Tell me, what exactly happened last night?"

Li Qiao took a bite of the bun, glanced at her again, and pushed the other untouched bun forward, "Want some?"

Xia Siyu didn’t hesitate, took the bun, and stuffed it into her mouth, urging her vaguely, "Spill it to your sister quickly, don’t make me investigate on my own."

"Oh, it’s nothing." Li Qiao swung her legs sitting on the railing, "Just had a fight with my boyfriend."

"Cough cough cough—" Xia Siyu choked, staring at her in disbelief, "You have a boyfriend... now?"

Li Qiao nodded nonchalantly, "Yeah, is that strange?"

Xia Siyu patted her chest, thought for a while, her eyes sizing her up with a hint of speculation, "Who is it? Do I... know him?"

She thought of someone, a figure who hadn’t surfaced in her mind for a very long time.

She knew that person’s feelings for Li Qiao had been hidden for many years.

But that person didn’t know that she too harbored a secret persistence for him.