The Favored Heiress
Chapter 432: As Long as You Like It, It’s All Yours

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: As Long as You Like It, It’s All Yours

When Huawei Ming bumped into Shang Yu and the others, he quickly let go of his hand, his gaze falling on Tang Yiting without much warmth, signaling her to keep quiet.

Tang Yiting snorted coldly, completely ignoring Huawei Ming’s warning. Upon seeing Li Qiao, she made her way towards her, "Qiaoqiao."

After taking just two steps, Li Qiao greeted her without any expression, "Hello."

Tang Yiting came to an abrupt halt, pointing at her own nose in disbelief, "What?"

Li Qiao, unruffled, repeated, "Hello."

Tang Yiting, doubting her life choices: "..."

She cautiously glanced at Shang Yu and shifted a step to the side, puzzled, "What’s wrong with her?"

The man tilted his head to look at the girl in his arms and curved his thin lips, "She’s drunk."

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids and raised her eyebrows, "Not drunk."

"Mm, not drunk," Shang Yu indulged her with a reply, gently pressing her cheek into his chest as he circled her into the elevator.

Huo Ming pulled Tang Yiting along, watching as a few drunkards left.

In the meantime, when Liuyun and the others saw Huo Ming, they all nodded and greeted him, "Second Young Master Huo."

...

Soon, the business van turned back towards home.

All the way, Shen Qingye hummed off-key lyrics, while Xia Siyu eventually ran out of phone battery and slumped into the seat, falling into a light sleep.

Li Qiao sat upright with her right leg crossed over her left, her hands folded neatly on her knees, presenting a chillier aura of keep-out when drunk than when sober.

However—

As the car reached the main road, she looked solemnly at the man arranging his cuffs beside her and commanded in a measured tone, "Come here."

Those two words carried a trace of authoritative dominance.

Shang Yu’s movement paused, his thick eyebrows gently rising.

The man rolled his cuffs above his forearms, leaned close to Li Qiao, and his deep eyes sparkled with a burning light, "Feeling unwell?"

Li Qiao said nothing, but her gaze landed on his slightly pursed thin lips.

The next second, the young lady held his face in her hands, tilted her head, and kissed his lips, once wasn’t enough, so she pecked him several more times.

Then, caressing his lips with her fingers, she looked into his eyes and said two words, "Good looking."

She probably didn’t realize that the flirtation of her drunken state had such an allure to Shang Yu.

Li Qiao was still Li Qiao, albeit appearing colder when drunk, yet extraordinarily tender and forward.

Even if she only spoke two words each time, it was enough to make the man’s reason crumble.

His breath deepened as he cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers, not going deeper, just resting there, his voice husky and low, "They’re yours."

As long as you like, they’re all yours.

Li Qiao was drunk, hardly in a state to reason.

Even her normally controlled behavior didn’t lead to anything inappropriate.

It’s just that, she expressed all the feelings for Shang Yu that she had kept hidden in her subconscious with a couple of words while drunk.

Like liking his scent, liking his thin lips, like calling him baby...

It made the atmosphere inside the car filled with an ambiguous tension, leaving everyone nowhere to turn.

...

After midnight, the business van drove back to South Sea Mansion.

Luoyu went to settle Xia Siyu, while Wang Yue and Liuyun carried Shen Qingye to a guest room.

Faintly, the air carried the sound of quiet crying. It was Shen Qingye murmuring, "Qiaoqiao, I can’t like you anymore..."

Shang Yu might not have heard this, but when Wang Yue and Liuyun exchanged glances, they simultaneously covered his mouth.

Young Director Shen, sorry about this.

The strength of two grown men is no joke.

So much so that when Shen Qingye was dragged back to his guest room, he nearly suffocated to death.

...

The next day, at seven in the morning.

Li Qiao woke up, and the alcohol had worn off.

Twenty minutes later, she stumbled out of the master bedroom, feeling no discomfort from a night of passion, but the hangover was giving her a severe headache.

For years, this was the first time she had drunk so much that she blacked out, not even knowing how she had gotten home.

At this moment, in the living room of the mansion, Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu both sat silently side by side like two quails, their heads drooping.

Li Qiao walked over, quietly took a seat, and then there were three silent quails.

Shang Yu’s tall figure walked into the living room and saw just such a scene.

Shen Qingye was sitting slouched at the far right of the sofa without any image, while Xia Siyu sat in the middle, leaning against the chair back, holding her phone, seemingly lost in thought.

As for Li Qiao, she leaned against the armrest of the sofa, continuously rubbing her forehead, her eyes betraying evident confusion.

"Awake?" the man stood near the sofa, reached out, and touched Li Qiao’s head. His tone was still low and sexy, but it seemed tinged with amusement.

Li Qiao lazily lifted her head, and where her gaze landed, there it was—on the left side of the man’s shirt collar, a large hickey.

Li Qiao covered the upper half of her face with her hand and let out a sigh.

What beastly things had she done after getting drunk?

Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu had also unsurprisingly noticed the mark on Shang Yu’s neck. Both of them looked at Li Qiao, silently pursing their lips and nodding.

They had no idea the kid could be so wild.

...

After breakfast, Shen Qingye returned to the hospital, and Xia Siyu, having nothing to do, followed Luoyu out for a walk in the vicinity of the mansion.

This was Shang Shaoyan’s territory, and they might not have the chance to come here again in this lifetime.

In the living room, Li Qiao held a cup of green tea, taking small sips, while glancing at Shang Yu, "Don’t you have to go to the company today?"

The man held a cigarette between his fingers and exhaled a thin cloud of smoke, his lips curving meaningfully as he said, "Mhm, healing."

Li Qiao cleared her throat, somehow feeling that the ’healing’ he referred to might not be about the shoulder injury.

She put down her teacup, just about to inquire about last night, when the phone on the coffee table rang.

It was Tang Yiting calling.

Li Qiao answered. Tang Yiting’s frosty voice floated over immediately, "Have you sobered up?"

"Yeah."

Tang Yiting let out a laugh, "Yo, why didn’t you tell me you’re alright?"

"What do you mean?" Why should she tell Tang Yiting she’s alright?

Hearing this, Tang Yiting briefly explained the events of last night, and at the end, she huffed resentfully, "You just opened your mouth to tell me you’re fine, I almost thought you had amnesia!"

Li Qiao closed her eyes, then changed the subject, "You were with Huo Ming last night?"

Tang Yiting’s voice choked up, and she screamed, "Who was with him? We just ran into each other at Entertainment City, ran into each other, not together."

"Oh, I see."

Li Qiao didn’t say much further, listening to her ramble on for a few more sentences before she hung up, massaging her temples.

She tossed the phone onto the coffee table, scratched her head, and looked at the man, "I didn’t say anything to you last night, did I?"

Shang Yu bent down to tap off his cigarette ash, glancing sidelong at Li Qiao with inscrutable eyes, "Don’t remember?"

"Hmm... I can’t recall clearly." Li Qiao muttered, not that she couldn’t recall, but she had no memory of it whatsoever.

The man’s eyebrows rose knowingly, the haze of smoke obscuring his expression, "Then take your time to think about it."