The Favored Heiress
Chapter 491: Shang Yu Stays Overnight at the Li Family’s House

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Shang Yu Stays Overnight at the Li Family’s House

Li Qiao curled her lips and spoke with mock seriousness, "Maybe I’m just bored."

Li San, who was secretly smoking downstairs, felt a chill at the back of his head.

He suspected that it was Nan Xin cursing him.

That damned guy still hadn’t shown up to finish dinner at the Li Family home. As Li San smoked, he contemplated whether he should take the initiative to track the man down and drag him back home for a good thrashing before anything else.

...

That night, at half-past eight.

Li Guangming invited Shang Yu downstairs for tea.

Outside the window, the dense night was like an overturned inkstone, with only a crescent moon reflected in the sky.

At this moment, Li Guangming, taking a sip from his teacup, subtly glanced at his watch. It was almost nine o’clock; was this man still not leaving?

After a thought, he put down his teacup and mustered the courage to say, "Shaoyan, it’s getting late, maybe... "

"Hmm?" The man, with his legs crossed, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, looked up upon hearing the sound.

After a three-second stare-down with Li Guangming, the words tumbled out, "Maybe you shouldn’t go back."

Shang Yu looked down at the teacup, his lips curling slightly, "Wouldn’t that be too troubling?"

"What trouble is there? Just make yourself at home. I’ll have the servants tidy up the guest room."

As Li Guangming spoke, he stood to summon the butler. No matter what, having the Prospective Son-in-law stay at their house was definitely justifiable.

Of course, he hadn’t anticipated that this Prospective Son-in-law would boldly enter his daughter’s room in the middle of the night.

...

At ten o’clock at night, Li Qiao, after her bath and wearing her bathrobe, stepped out of the bathroom.

Shang Yu was staying at the Li Family home tonight, but she had no idea what he would be doing at this time.

Li Qiao casually wiped her hair with a towel, sitting on her bed with her back to the balcony, and checked her phone—no WeChat messages, no phone calls.

Was he... sleeping in the guest room?

As her fingers glided across the screen, she debated whether to send him a WeChat message to ask.

Suddenly, a whiff of smoke, coupled with the night breeze, wafted in from outside the window.

Li Qiao: "?"

She turned to look at the balcony behind her. Beyond the pale white veil of the curtain, the French windows were half-open, and vaguely... a shadowy figure seemed to stand next to the railing.

Li Qiao threw down her phone and strode over, lifting the veil, and saw Shang Yu, dressed in a gray bathrobe with its sash loosely hanging around his waist, revealing honey-toned, sculpted pectoral muscles.

She pushed the window open, observing the man’s languid posture as he leaned against the railing, tussling her damp hair, and the corners of her lips uncontrollably turned up, "You’re not afraid of my parents catching you?"

Shang Yu casually twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Li Qiao, and, without saying a word, covered her lips with his.

Their bodies both bore the moisture from their showers, and the man kissed her fiercely, cradling the back of her head, quickly pressing her back onto the bed.

When the kiss ended, Shang Yu’s breathing was heavy, and his voice was hoarsely unrecognizable.

He propped himself on both hands beside Li Qiao, gazing down imperiously at her lovely, flushed face, "Afraid of being seen by them?"

Li Qiao gave his shoulder a push, took a deep breath, and sighed, "Can’t you restrain yourself a bit in my house?"

"Hmm." The man bowed his head to kiss her cheek, his thin lips trailing along her jawline as he continued, "I’ll try my best."

As they spoke, both of their bathrobes had come undone.

Li Qiao looked up at the ceiling, tugging at the corner of her lips; before she could say a word, the bathrobes were gathered up again.

Hmm?

She withdrew her gaze, tilted her head slightly, and then felt the man’s heavy breathing as he buried himself in the nape of her neck, without making any other move.

Soon, Shang Yu pulled the quilt over her, nibbled on her earlobe, "Once you sleep, I will leave."

Li Qiao blinked, her heart feeling both sour and tender for a moment.

She kept silent, lay in the man’s arms as he adjusted the lighting, and, smelling the familiar and reassuring scent, fell asleep shortly after.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Shang Yu propped himself up halfway and looked at her for a long while before lowering his head to kiss her between the eyebrows, then stepped into the night and returned to his guest room.

...

Meanwhile, a Ferrari raced out of the Li Family gate.

Li San sat in the driver’s seat, with the windows down, letting the night wind tousle his hair.

He had held back for three or four days, but tonight he felt his patience had completely run out.

The border information network had just sent news of Nan Xin; that woman was out at the nightclub in Entertainment City.

Has time for nightclubs, but no time to come to the Li Family for dinner, huh?

Li San, with his left arm resting on the window sill and a stern chill on his face, wanted to see just how much fun she was having.

The nightclub in Entertainment City was located right beside Blue Night Slow Bar.

As soon as he walked in, he could see countless licentious men and women twisting their bodies in the dance floor.

Bright lights, deafening music—it seemed as if the place could unleash people’s nature and foster the ambiguous mystique of the night.

Li San stood at one hundred eighty-seven centimeters, having spent years in the tumultuous borderlands, he had developed a muscular build. Paired with a black shirt and black trousers, and exuding a strong masculine aura, he undoubtedly attracted the attention of many women.

In just the short distance walked, several scantily clad girls had already come up to chat him up, trying to drag him onto the dance floor for a carefree dance.

Of course, Li San didn’t need to say a word. With just one glance, the girls would mutter and automatically keep their distance.

This man’s eyes were too intimidating.

Not far off, a semi-private box.

Li San stood still, expressionless, watching Nan Xin sitting in the center of the crowd with men on either side enjoying their drinks.

His forehead throbbed, and his palms clenched into fists in a second.

There were several empty bottles on the table. The woman was wearing a tight black bodysuit, with one leg on the coffee table. Her wavy hair was gathered to one side, occasionally she’d take a sip from her glass, completely unaware of how this sultry demeanor would entice numerous men.

Li San never doubted Nan Xin’s abilities, but... what if she wanted to be coveted?

For example, now, the man on her left extended his hand behind her, not touching her, but the gesture was as if he was including her in his embrace.

And the woman?

She watched the dance floor with a dazed look, not knowing what she was thinking, her eyes showing a touch of desolation as if she was in a trance.

Li San squinted his eyes, a dangerous glint shining within, then stepped into the semi-private box. With one hand, he grabbed the man’s collar and flung him forcefully to the floor.

Nan Xin hadn’t had time to react, feeling a sharp pain in her wrist. Before she could see who it was, she was half-dragged out of the nightclub.

The summer night breeze always came gently. Nan Xin, slightly intoxicated but not drunk, was not as quick to respond as when sober.

It wasn’t until she was pressed against the car door, her back striking it painfully, that she started to struggle in a daze, "What are you doing? Are you sick or something?"

Tonight, Li San’s face was extremely grim.

This sobered up Nan Xin considerably, and even made her somewhat afraid to look into his eyes.

The ruthlessness of Li San on the border was indeed not a rumor.

As someone under his command, Nan Xin knew all too well the consequences of angering him.