The Favored Heiress
Chapter 486: When Does Mr. Shang Plan to Get Married?

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: When Does Mr. Shang Plan to Get Married?

Li Qiao thought he was curious, so she casually pulled one side of her round-neck T-shirt aside to show him her left shoulder, "There should be no marks by now, at most two puncture holes from a snake bite."

As she said, the delicate shoulder was a pristine expanse of white, and one had to look very closely to discern the shallow tooth marks.

The next second, cool lips pressed against her skin.

Li Qiao’s hand trembled, the hot breath coming in bursts, unconsciously making her shudder, "You..."

The man’s lips and tongue played havoc on her shoulder while Li Qiao was still holding onto her neckline.

The pose was as if she was inviting him.

Li Qiao backed away a little, straightened her collar, and gave a light cough, "Haven’t you had dinner yet?"

"Mhm," the man responded in a husky voice, his thin lips laying a fervent kiss on her neck and jaw, "Want to join me for dinner?"

Li Qiao pushed his shoulder, her ears a bit red, "Then let’s go, it’ll be hard to digest if we eat any later."

Then, Shang Yu stopped kissing her, sucked on her earlobe, and took her hand to stand up and walk away.

Li Qiao smoothed down her hair, distractedly following him. After walking a few steps, she suddenly tugged at him, "The restaurant is downstairs, where are you going upstairs for?"

The man stepped on the stairs, glanced at her sideways, those deep eyes hiding an unspeakable and scorching heat that was so intense Li Qiao dared not make eye contact.

She licked her lips, just about to turn around and drag him to the restaurant downstairs when her waist tightened, and she was lifted horizontally by the man, "Aren’t you going to join me for dinner?"

Li Qiao was held in his embrace without struggling violently, while the word ’eat’ he emphasized was extremely heavy.

She kicked her legs, her arms resting on the man’s shoulders, half smiling, "Are you planning to have dinner in the bedroom?"

While talking, Shang Yu had already carried her upstairs. Hearing her, he paused on the steps, looked down at the person in his arms, and asked with a husky and seductive voice, "Otherwise, go to the restaurant?"

His idea of "having dinner" was clearly not the same as hers.

Li Qiao stopped talking.

She didn’t want to say anything.

Because she was considering something—if she couldn’t get up early tomorrow morning, could she take a leave during the evaluation period.

Considering she had to deal with the Medical Alliance’s evaluation work recently, the man tonight was especially considerate and gentle.

There were no rash actions, only lingering touches that made one’s heart throb.

Only, the T-shirt on Li Qiao was torn.

As her senses ebbed and flowed with her body, she suddenly had a bizarre thought.

Could it be because she wore that T-shirt and embraced Su Lao Si that this man arrogantly shredded her clothes?

...

The next day, Li Qiao arrived at the research institute on time.

Shang Yu was very affectionate last night, even his actions were gentle in a way that was not like his usual manner.

Of course, if there hadn’t been a kiss mark deliberately left on her collarbone, she might have thought he had changed his ways.

Not only that, but this morning, he had Luoyu prepare a V-necked light white shirt for her.

In any case, no matter how she wore it, the kiss mark couldn’t be covered.

Li Qiao didn’t bother about it and just went out with Shang Yu for breakfast, sporting that kiss mark.

Her nonchalant attitude brought considerable pleasure to the man.

He was no longer jealous, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t assert his dominion.

After Li Qiao left, the man stood in front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, hands in pockets, his posture proud and distant.

Soon, Liuyun came over, "Boss, did you call for me?"

"Book a private room at Crystal Garden for lunch, and also check on Su Moshi’s information again," he said.

Liuyun nodded in agreement. As he was about to turn away, he remembered something and looked at the man’s back, saying in a low voice, "Boss, I just got word that Bo Tingxiao returned to the Imperial Capital last night."

Shang Yu was silent for a long while, and just when Liuyun thought he wouldn’t respond, Shang Yu finally said in a deep voice, "Alright, you can go now."

...

Noon, eleven-thirty.

Li Qiao and Su Moshi left the research institute side by side.

Shortly after the two of them left, a wave of discussion broke out in every research lab.

First, was the mark on Li Qiao’s neck really just a mosquito bite?

Second, what exactly was the relationship between Su Moshi and Li Qiao?

Third, were they in a secret affair?

These three topics were simply more eye-catching than scientific research.

After all, they were a handsome man and a beautiful woman, similar in age, with the same interests. If they really were a couple... it seemed plausible.

In the car, the two parties involved had no idea they had become the topic of everyone’s gossip.

Li Qiao drove with one hand on the steering wheel, heading towards Crystal Garden at a steady pace.

When she reached a red light and stopped, she turned her head and glanced at Su Moshi, "Are you free tonight?"

"Yes, going for a drink again?" Su Moshi crossed his legs while sitting in the passenger seat of the Mercedes, his refined demeanor and current posture oddly blending together.

Li Qiao turned her gaze back to the road, smiling as she lifted the corner of her mouth, "How about a couple of bets?"

Su Moshi’s eyes lit up as he stroked his fingertips, laughing with a meaningful undertone, "It seems someone is going to be unlucky."

Li Qiao didn’t reply, giving him a smile with a glance, and unexpectedly discovered a new ring on the ring finger of his left hand, "Why didn’t you wear this yesterday?"

Moreover, it seemed like he didn’t have it on during the morning meeting either.

Su Moshi followed her gaze, then spread his fingers wide and turned his palm over, "I frequently perform surgeries, so it’s inconvenient to wear it.

My sister-in-law insisted that I wear the ring when she learned I was going out to eat, fearing someone might seduce me."

Li Qiao: "..."

Alright then.

Although the reason was admirable, it indeed matched the style of his family’s lady.

But in fact, they both knew very well that he wore the ring more to avoid suspicion.

...

Crystal Garden, parking lot.

As Li Qiao and her companion got out of the car, they saw the Yan Emperor’s motorcade driving in through the entrance.

Standing next to her, Su Moshi watched the eye-catching lineup of vehicles and after a meticulous inspection, turned to Li Qiao, "Seven bulletproof cars... Mr. Shang must have quite a few enemies."

As one of Li Qiao’s closest friends, Su Moshi naturally viewed things from a perspective far from ordinary.

Upon hearing his words, Li Qiao’s laughter spread, her hand in her pocket as she watched the lineup of vehicles settle into parking spaces, casting a sidelong glance at Su Moshi, "Probably more than us."

Su Moshi slightly curled his lips and narrowed his eyes at the handsome man stepping out of the vehicle ahead, "You always like to take on challenges, even picking men without leaving yourself an out."

Li Qiao stepped forward to meet Shang Yu’s approaching figure, her words carried by the wind under the bright and sunny sky, "Can’t help it, who made me fall for him?"

In a blink, the group met in the parking lot.

Su Moshi, just under 1.85 meters tall, stood next to Shang Yu, looking slightly shorter.

But what he lacked in height was made up for by both of their proud postures, erasing that small difference.

The two men faced each other, and Su Moshi was the first to extend his hand, his smile carrying a subtle scrutiny, "Su Moshi."

Shang Yu returned the handshake and nodded elegantly, "Shang Shaoyan."

Li Qiao stood beside them, a faint smile on her lips, feeling a bit of an unusual sensation.

Perhaps Su Lao Si was the first friend she had introduced to Shang Yu, inwardly she couldn’t help but feel a peculiar sense of satisfaction.

The atmosphere at lunch was very harmonious.

During the meal, Shang Yu also noticed the platinum ring on Su Moshi’s ring finger.

Such a man with attentive thoughts.

Although the surveillance photo from the previous night wasn’t clear, his hands that wrapped around Li Qiao’s back were in the shot, and there had been no ring then.

Su Moshi unintentionally looked up, just in time to catch Shang Yu shifting his gaze away from his hand.

He smiled and took a sip of red wine, seemingly without purpose, he asked, "Mr. Shang, when do you plan to get married?"