The Favored Heiress
Chapter 599: Shang Yu’s Condition Flares Up

Chapter 599: Chapter 599: Shang Yu’s Condition Flares Up

Yin Mo stood silently behind Xiao Yehui, the word ’servant’ felt like a harsh slap across her face.

Indeed, she was born into the Chairman Family, her father was the butler, her mother a maid, and from the moment of her birth, she was destined to be nothing but a servant of the Chairman Family.

Her life trajectory had been arranged early on, a servant for a day, a slave for life.

Even her joining the Border Seven Sons was because of Xiao Yehui, for she was his shadow.

Among the Seven Sons, they never asked about one’s past or origin; they relied solely on their passion to share life and death on the border.

More than once, Yin Mo had fantasized about if she could have stayed on the border, to live out in the sunlight, honest and upright, how wonderful that would have been.

The room was dim, lit only by stray beams of light seeping in from outside the venue.

Xiao Yehui stood with his hands behind his back at the window, focusing on the concluded melee outside the venue, his gaze landing on Shang Yu who was pacing back. A faint, thin smile tugged at his lips.

So Xiao Qi... mattered so much to him.

Xiao Yehui sighed, more mockingly than genuinely, and as he turned, his peripheral vision caught the complex expression on Yin Mo’s face. He slightly raised his eyebrows, "One might think I slaughtered your entire family, seeing that sorrowful look of yours."

Yin Mo was terrified inside and quickly suppressed any inappropriate emotions, her expression returning to its usual numbness, "Duke, I..."

Xiao Yehui let out a soft snort and as he walked towards the door, he said pensively, "Don’t try to send them messages again. Next time, that auspicious burial ground at the cemetery will be reserved for your parents."

"This subordinate understands her mistake."

Yin Mo, reining in the terror at the bottom of her eyes, looked up at Xiao Yehui’s profile, daring not to show any more reaction.

Everyone said Duke Charlman was genteel and refined, but they didn’t know that the blood of a wolf flowed in his bones.

Adept at taking what he wanted, by any means necessary.

...

Elsewhere, Shang Yu walked back to Li Qiao’s side, stepping over the injured on the ground.

His fists were bloodstained, his hair disheveled, several buttons on his shirt had come undone, revealing bruises on his forearm.

The man leaned on the arms of the wheelchair, bending over, his searing fingertips touching Li Qiao’s cheeks. He said nothing as his dense, ink-like eyes gazed down at her from above.

Li Qiao’s lips curled into a smile, her touch discreet as she stroked his arm, "Tired?"

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at the abrasion on her forehead.

His shoulder muscles were unusually stiff, and even though the fight was over, the veins on his forearm were still bulging.

Li Qiao’s premonition had been correct; Shang Yu’s mania had flared up.

In that situation, if he had truly dealt with Dan Ying, it would have inevitably aggravated the aggression of his mania.

Fortunately, he still had some rationality left.

Li Qiao’s hand slowly slid down to Shang Yu’s forearm, gently caressing it, and said softly, "Let’s go back. Leave the rest to third brother to handle."

Shang Yu lowered his eyelids, "Hmm."

Li Qiao hooked his arm, stood up from the wheelchair, and, with that movement, turned towards Ah Chang, "You stay and help third brother."

Ah Chang acknowledged the order and handed over a small cloth bag, "Alright, Miss Qi, you take this."

Li Qiao nodded at him, took the bag, and walked with Shang Yu to the other end of the market.

Luoyu and Wei Lang followed, also out of breath.

These arena henchmen were tougher to deal with than the average bodyguards.

If it wasn’t for the boss joining in the fight, it might not have ended so easily.

...

Just before eleven o’clock at night, two business vans returned to the Border Factory.

The staying children, Wang Yue and Zhui Feng, ran out from the dormitory at the news.

"Boss, you guys didn’t..."

It seemed there was trouble.

Wang Yue stared blankly at the battered faces of Li Qiao, Luoyu, and Wei Lang, then looked up at the sky, feeling very confused.

Miss Li was actually injured?!

Li Qiao nodded at them in greeting and said no more, wrapping her arm around Shang Yu while carrying a small cloth bag in her other hand, and proceeded unhurriedly towards her dormitory.

Wang Yue wanted to follow and see, but Luoyu pulled him back by the collar, "Don’t go, the boss and the others need to rest."

Zhui Feng still had a cigarette in his mouth, pointing at Luoyu’s swollen cheekbone, "Did you guys get into a group fight?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Wang Yue and Zhui Feng exchanged glances, then hooked arms with Luoyu, one on each side, and led her towards the sports field, "Come on, tell us a story."

Wei Lang stood still, watching their retreating figures, and after pondering for a moment, limped off to find a place to treat his injuries.

They were all fake.

...

In the dormitory, Li Qiao pulled Shang Yu in as she opened the door.

This man hadn’t said a word since leaving the market.

All his strength seemed not yet dissipated, as his whole body appeared very stiff.

Li Qiao pressed on his shoulder, signaling him to sit on the bed, then turned to fetch a cup of water, but Shang Yu’s still burning palm suddenly gripped her left wrist tightly.

The man’s breathing was heavy, his fingers trembling slightly, and his gaze locked onto Li Qiao’s empty wrist.

He restrained the force in his grip, a struggle apparent in his eyes, "Your watch?"

As soon as Shang Yu spoke, Li Qiao’s heart sunk completely.

The husky and rough tone of his voice bore no trace of his usual timbre.

Li Qiao’s fingers twitched, she cleared her throat, "I took it off before the competition."

At that time, she had handed both her phone and watch to Nan Xin.

Shang Yu closed his eyes, his lips pursed, and in a suppressed murmur, he said, "Get it back..."

Li Qiao put the cloth bag on the edge of the bed and reached up to brush away the stray hair on his forehead, "Okay, I will go get it in a bit."

The man was stubborn, pinching her wrist and pushing it lightly, "Go now."

Li Qiao took a small step back, looking at his cheek, she shook her head and sighed softly, "She hasn’t come back yet."

Saying so, she stepped forward again, pulling her left wrist outwards, and was about to sit in his embrace to try and soothe him.

Little did she know, an unexpected change occurred.

Li Qiao knew that he was relying on his willpower to suppress the symptoms of an episode, but she did not anticipate that he was on the verge of losing control.

The violent tendencies of his mania did not discriminate their targets.

As soon as she bent down to get close to Shang Yu, his body reacted before his mind.

Li Qiao was injured and her reflexes couldn’t match those of her normal self.

In that instant, the man suddenly flung her away with great force, his eyes a blood-red fury, his muscles tensing and bulging again.

Li Qiao was thrown off guard, the injured side of her waist slamming straight into the corner of a table.

Everything hurt, to the bone.

Li Qiao propped herself on the table with one hand, her head hadn’t cleared yet when a shadow loomed over her.

She wasn’t sure how much rationality Shang Yu had left, but one thing was certain, he couldn’t be stimulated any further.

Li Qiao watched warily, noticing his entire demeanor exhibited a heightened state of abnormal excitement.

Shang Yu approached, his posture as he bent over was noticeably stiff, his burning palm clasped her chin in a grip, his terrifyingly crimson eyes bore into her, "You promised me you wouldn’t get hurt fighting again."