The Favored Heiress
Chapter 592: Someone Covets Her Man

Chapter 592: Chapter 592: Someone Covets Her Man

Luoyu and Wei Lang, among others, were ordered to wait in place from a distance.

Upon seeing Dan Min, Wei Lang unconsciously touched his biceps, feeling like he was just a little brother.

At that moment, Li Qiao, who was rather disinterested, turned away from the showcase and met Dan Min’s scornful sneer, lazily extending her index finger to poke the brim of her hat upwards, "Speak your mind."

As Li Qiao turned her body, Shang Yu also took the opportunity to glance at her sideways.

At such close range, Dan Min could feel the allure of that handsome face even more clearly.

His pupils dark as ink, arrogant and noble, both his skin and temperament were top-notch among humans; Dan Min even struggled to find the right words to describe him for a moment.

Li San from the border was actually quite handsome too, but next to this man, he seemed to lack something.

Perhaps Dan Min gazed at Shang Yu for too long, so long that Li Qiao had not received a response for quite some time. Losing her patience that moment, she lifted her eyelids only to catch Dan Min’s overly intent gaze unexpectedly.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at the man beside her, then looked back at the opposite side with a stern face, and took a small step forward.

She had always known about Shang Yu’s masculine charm; it was normal for women to like him.

But Dan Min’s unabashed staring at her man in front of her, with those eyes full of inquiry and ambiguity, was particularly irritating.

Li Qiao was displeased.

So, taking a step forward in an attempt to block Dan Min’s direct gaze, unfortunately... she was barely 1.7 meters tall, while Dan Min was 1.8.

Ten centimeters difference in height, and she blocked nothing but loneliness.

At this moment, Dan Min shifted her gaze down, looking at Li Qiao with slightly drooping eyelids, her expression full of disdain, "Don’t you know what I want to say?"

Li Qiao curled up the corner of her lips, "No time."

"It’s not up to you," Dan Min leaned slightly forward, trying to use her height advantage to dominate Li Qiao, "This is my territory. If you don’t fight with me, don’t expect to leave tonight."

After speaking, she cast a weird glance at Shang Yu, her eyes rippling strangely.

Seeing this, Li Qiao leaned back directly into Shang Yu’s arms, scoffing, "Dan Min, are you sure you can stop me?"

"Why don’t... we try?" Dan Min twisted her neck, the cracking sound of her cervical vertebrae especially loud, "Li Qiao, mere talking doesn’t count for practice. Haven’t seen you in years, yet somehow I feel you’ve become timid. Are you scared?"

Timid?

Naturally, Li Qiao could hear the provocation in these words.

Leaning back against the man, her fingers rubbed the brim of her hat. After a few seconds of silence, Dan Min’s restless eyes once again skimmed over the top of her head toward Shang Yu.

Li Qiao’s eyes instantly filled with a trace of fierceness.

Dan Min’s direct gaze made her extremely upset, feeling as if her belongings were being eyed with ill intentions.

Li Qiao pushed back with her body and straightened up from Shang Yu’s arms in an instant, taking his hand and making a move to leave.

Suddenly, Dan Min raised her arm to block in front of her, and without a word, Li Qiao let go of Shang Yu’s hand and directly swung a punch at Dan Min’s face.

This was probably the first time in Li Qiao’s fighting career that she initiated an attack.

Her attack target was clear, aiming directly for Dan Min’s eyes.

This place was the Antique Hall, surrounded by priceless antiques.

Even the high-quality replicas cost hundreds of thousands to start with.

The angrier Li Qiao became, the more fierce and fast her attacks were.

Her left hand held Dan Min’s wrist while her right fist rapidly smashed toward her face.

Shang Yu stood behind her all the time, hand in pocket, a smile brimming in his deep eyes, watching her and Dan Min exchanging blows.

From their brief conversation just now, anyone could see Li Qiao’s sullenness.

She was angry or, perhaps... jealous.

Very rare indeed.

This gave him a sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

Elsewhere, Li Qiao’s fist stopped three centimeters from Dan Min’s cheek, blocked by her hand.

To be known as the Female Fist King, she relied on strength, not flower fist and embroidery leg.

Dan Min’s palm reversed, dispersing the force of Li Qiao’s attack for a moment, as her elbow aimed straight for her temple.

In terms of strength and speed of counterattack, Dan Min seemed to have a slight edge over Li Qiao.

Li San and the others, seeing this, also rose and walked over immediately.

In an instant, Li Qiao turned her palm outward by her face side, grabbed hold of Dan Min’s elbow in the air, and with a lift, diverted the attack over her head, knocking off her fisherman’s hat.

The back and forth between the two made it hard to determine the victor.

Although Dan Min really wanted to have a proper fight with her, the antiques around them made her frown as she swept her leg horizontally towards Li Qiao’s waist.

Anticipating the move, Li Qiao bent her knee to meet her blow in the crook of Dan Min’s leg.

A second later, their leg bones collided, and the rebounding force made them both step back, creating distance.

Li Qiao stood firm, glanced at the fisherman’s hat on the ground, lifted her eyelids to look at Dan Min, her eyes slightly bright.

Dan Min’s skills had indeed become faster and quicker than before.

Her tall build and skeletal structure didn’t hinder her performance, and her explosive power was strong.

Right then, Dan Min stabilized herself, squinting, "You’ve regressed."

Li Qiao glanced at her, about to speak, when the man who had been silent for a while beside her bent down to pick up the hat from the ground, his graceful fingers wiping the brim and putting it back on Li Qiao’s head.

"Don’t get hurt, remember that?" Shang Yu adjusted the stray hairs by her hat brim, then raising her chin to look closely at her face, "Fight however you want, leave the rest to me."

The moment the man spoke up, Dan Min’s gaze uncontrollably focused on him again.

Handsome, distinguished, even his voice was a standard and seductive baritone.

Li Qiao’s gloomy mood eased slightly as she grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, and pecked him on the lips.

Then, with a willful arch of her eyebrows, she glared at Dan Min, noting that she was looking at Shang Yu again, her expression turning cold, "See you in the ring."