The Favored Heiress
Chapter 455: She gave Tu Anliang a city

Chapter 455: Chapter 455: She gave Tu Anliang a city

Li Qiao parked by the roadside, slid to answer the call, and greeted in Myanmar language.

On the other end of the line was an extremely low and hoarse voice, "K, when are you coming over?"

Li Qiao tapped the steering wheel with one hand, squinted at the road ahead, fell silent for a moment, and replied in Myanmar language, "Within a week."

"Good, I’ll wait for you."

The brief conversation lacked any superfluous pleasantries or warmth, yet the tacit understanding between them was unmistakable.

After hanging up, Li Qiao casually placed her phone on the dashboard and sat quietly in the car for a few seconds before driving off toward South Sea Mountain.

...

Just after seven o’clock, the Maybach stopped on the Mansion’s platform.

As Li Qiao got out of the car, she saw two men sitting under a nearby parasol.

It was He Chen and Shang Yu.

Upon hearing the car’s engine, the man looked back and, at the moment he saw Li Qiao, he twisted his cigarette butt into the ashtray and stood up to walk towards her.

As for He Chen, he rubbed his forehead, cursed with a smile, and walked off in the opposite direction toward the lawn.

At that moment, the sky was gloomy, heavy with overcast clouds.

As Shang Yu approached with long strides, rain began to fall. Within a few paces, he was already close at hand.

The next second, without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her into an embrace, pressing his thin lips onto hers.

The rain wasn’t heavy, just a few drops slowly bursting open on the ground.

Shang Yu kissed her lips, his voice husky, "Why did you suddenly come over?"

Li Qiao looked up at the sky, then at the man’s handsome face.

The restrained forbearance he had displayed the night before was gone, and though he carried weariness in his eyes, he had at least regained his usual composure.

Li Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand, and started walking toward the Mansion. She hadn’t forgotten that Shang Yu tended to run a fever if he got caught in the rain.

On the way, she replied, "It’s not sudden. I’ve started working at the research institute; it’s quite close by."

The man walked back with her hand in his, his deep gaze unintentionally sweeping over her exposed right wrist. He immediately noticed a faint blue mark, his stride faltered, and his brows and eyes darkened.

Li Qiao tugged at him with a puzzled look, "What’s wrong?"

At that moment, Shang Yu lifted her hand, pressed his thin lips tightly, and rubbed his thumb over the mark, his eyes filled with an obscure turbulence, "Did I do this?"

Li Qiao pulled her arm back slightly, glancing at her blazer with three-quarter sleeves, and muttered with a twist of her mouth, "No, it was Tu Anliang."

Tu Anliang, who was about to leave South Sea: "..."

Shang Yu slightly raised his eyelids, looking at Li Qiao’s serious expression, his gaze was unfathomably silent.

Taking a step forward, he silently sighed and pulled her into his embrace, his face concealing indescribable frustration and self-reproach.

Li Qiao, held by him, felt the coolness of the raindrops hitting her head and couldn’t help but tug at the shirt at his waist, murmuring, "Can we go in and then hug?"

"Mhm." He wrapped her in his arms, and when he let go, he responded heavily.

He Chen’s whereabouts were unknown. Ever since Li Qiao arrived, he hadn’t appeared again.

Inside the living room, the lights were very bright, even a bit blinding.

Li Qiao squinted, turned to look at the man by her side, and seeing a drop of rain on his forehead, she blinked and wiped it off with her finger, teasingly raising an eyebrow, "This doesn’t count as getting wet, does it?"

She had never inquired about anything related to the previous night, always maintaining her usual composure.

The oppressive atmosphere also dissipated quite a bit because of her words.

Shang Yu’s lips curved slightly, a thin laugh spilled from his throat, he hooked his arm around Li Qiao’s shoulder and pulled her into his embrace, his hand gentle, "He Chen said you sent Tu Anliang away?"

Last night, his condition hadn’t afforded him the chance to ask even one more word.

Li Qiao leaned her head on his shoulder, responding faintly, "Although it’s a bit cruel, it’s probably for the best for him."

South Sea doubtlessly carried all his past and memories, but it was also steeped in too much tragedy.

Although being exiled was distressing, and she felt a twinge of reluctance, Tu Anliang was willing to accept it, which likely was the best arrangement.

"Where did you send him?" Shang Yu leaned down, his lips brushing against her cheek, but his gaze once again fell on her wrist, softly caressing, his eyes filled with a complicated tenderness.

"Scarlet City."

She had given him control of the entire city plus three billion in start-up funds. Compared to South City, as long as he played his cards right, he would be the undisputed king of Scarlet City.