The Favored Heiress
Chapter 431: Be good

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Be good

At that moment, Shang Yu, with tense features, walked up to Li Qiao, bent down, and took away her wine glass and beer.

Li Qiao dropped her leg and stared at the man unblinkingly, her gaze sluggishly following his movements, her expression somewhat dumbfounded, "You’re here."

Shang Yu squinted his eyes expressionlessly, took the opportunity to sit beside her, and draped his arm over the back of the sofa behind her head, "Drunk?"

Li Qiao straightened her posture, crossed her arms, and looked at him as she slowly shook her head, "Not drunk."

The man leaned in close enough to easily detect the scent of alcohol in her breath, then turned his head to look at the messy array of empty beer cans on the coffee table, picking one up only to find it empty.

In his memory, Li Qiao had a good tolerance for alcohol and had never been drunk.

Shang Yu’s eyes held a hint of an enigmatic smile, "Sure? Who am I?"

At this moment, she still appeared quiet and indifferent. Apart from her slow speech and soft tone, it was difficult to tell whether she was actually drunk.

Then—

"Baby," Li Qiao uttered the nickname for him calmly with her lips moving in a quick succession.

These two words had always been part of the playful banter in their WeChat conversations.

It was, however, the first time she had articulated them so clearly.

Shang Yu’s pupils contracted slightly, his heart stirred by her calling him "baby."

His warm palm cradled her cheek, his gaze especially deep in the dim light, "What did you call me?"

Li Qiao half-closed her eyes, pulled his hand down and held it, "Baby."

As if she were drunk.

Shang Yu’s lips curved slightly upward, his voice low and coaxing, "Whose?"

Li Qiao’s cool fingers lay upon the back of his hand as she seriously replied, "Mine."

Shang Yu pursed his lips knowingly, his expression inscrutable, then turned to glance at Liuyun standing at the door and tilted his chin upward, "Him?"

Li Qiao cast a sluggish look in that direction, sizing him up briefly, "Stranger."

Liuyun, who had inexplicably become a stranger: "..."

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his lips slightly hooked. She was indeed drunk and only recognized him.

The man’s eyes swept around the room before noticing an empty bottle of Jägermeister on the sofa.

"Can you stand up?" he asked, touching her burning cheek, which was flushed with a light rosiness from the tipsiness.

Li Qiao nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

Only two words again.

Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, making a motion to get up, while Shang Yu raised his arm, protective behind her.

Although she swayed, she was indeed able to stand steadily.

When Li Qiao was drunk, she was neither noisy nor rowdy, but rather calmer and more indifferent than usual.

Even when speaking, there was no sign of anything unusual, except that she could only manage two words at a time.

Shang Yu looked up at her standing in front of him, arched an eyebrow, and glanced at Shen Qingye, who was out cold, and Xia Siyu, who kept tapping on the screen.

Then, a dark shadow loomed over him.

Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, leaned forward and pinched the man’s chin, her alcohol-laden breath spilling onto his skin, "Look at me."

Two clear words, which upon closer listen seemed slightly displeased.

You’d say she was drunk, but besides the blurred and moist eyes, there were no signs of drunkenness.

You’d say she wasn’t drunk, yet her current behavior was notably different from her usual demeanor.

Exceptionally gentle, and a little naive...

Shang Yu lowered his eyelids, looking at Li Qiao holding his chin with two fingers. The arc of his lips gradually deepened, and he suddenly felt the urge to tease her, "Am I not allowed to look at others?"

"Not allowed," Li Qiao said slowly and deliberately, not even frowning, quite seriously indeed.

The man pressed his thin lips and took hold of her slightly cool hand, responding to her indulgently and affectionately, "Alright, then we won’t watch."

Li Qiao nodded, letting go of his jaw, and touched his face, "You’re being good."

Shang Yu’s lips curved into a smile as he clearly saw his own reflection in Li Qiao’s eyes through the dim light in the room.

It was focused and sincere, not hiding her trust and desire to possess him.

At this moment, Liuyun and the others were just standing at the door, staring straight at Li Qiao ’acting cute while drunk’.

For someone as cool and aloof as Miss Li, there wouldn’t be much change even when drunk.

But her official and serious attitude actually gave off a strong sense of contrast, and it was unexpectedly cute.

Shang Yu took the opportunity to stand up, draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace, "Let’s go home, okay?"

Li Qiao leaned against the man’s right shoulder, her eyes misty as she blinked, "You smell nice."

No need to expect her to say more than two words tonight.

"Hungry?" The man looked at her face which was staring straight ahead, rubbed her head, and his gaze inadvertently drifted back to the coffee table.

Aside from the drinks, there were only the fruit platters that had barely been touched.

Li Qiao’s eyes moved slowly, finally settling on Shang Yu’s face, and the next second she tiptoed to bury her face in his neck, clutching the shirt at his waist as she took a deep sniff, "You smell really nice."

Shang Yu, who suddenly reacted, "..."

He turned to wrap his arms around Li Qiao’s waist, his Adam’s apple sliding more frequently in his throat, and his voice turned husky, "Like it?"

Li Qiao kept rubbing her nose against his skin, likely really enjoying his scent, she inhaled deeply and murmured softly, "Like it."

The man covered his eyelids, also concealing the burning passion in his eyes, and pressing the palm of his hand against the back of her head, he pulled her closer and whispered temptingly in her ear, "I’ll let you smell to your heart’s content when we get back."

Li Qiao lifted her head from his chest, her words concise, "That’s nice."

Three assistants: "..."

Somehow they found this proud and muddled Miss Li very adorable.

Shang Yu gazed down at her calmly composed expression, seemingly pleased by her demeanor, his deep laughter spilling from his throat.

The girl sparingly popped out two more words, "Sounds good."

The smile on the man’s lips grew wider.

Having left the room, Shang Yu had his arm around Li Qiao, leading the way, while Wang Yue unsteadily supported Shen Qingye, walking behind them.

And Luoyu was helping Xia Siyu, who kept poking at her phone screen, bringing up the rear.

These three together were a disaster.

Especially Xia Siyu, whose phone battery was almost dead, yet she continued poking at it nonstop.

Luoyu sneakily glimpsed at her screen, saw her dialing and hanging up a call, and unsurprisingly spotted the [broken heart] emoji.

Perhaps an ex-boyfriend she had mixed feelings about?

Otherwise, why make such disruptive calls in the middle of the night—anyone would go crazy like that.

...

Shortly afterward, the group walked through the narrow, dim hallway and just reached the elevator when an arguing voice drifted over.

"Is this where you should be?" The man’s cold tone sounded a bit impatient.

The girl’s crisp voice contained a hint of triumph, "Why can’t I come, do you own the South Sea Entertainment City?"

"Don’t think that just because you’re Xiheng’s cousin, I’ll be nice to you. Tang Yiting, this is the second time you’ve caused trouble here, there won’t be a third time..."

His voice trailed off as the footsteps from behind made the man’s threat come to an abrupt halt.

He looked back, and upon seeing the other person, he froze, "Big brother."

Near the elevator, Huo Ming was gripping Tang Yiting’s wrist, both standing off against each other with unpleasant expressions.