The Favored Heiress
Chapter 633: Arrogant Because of Favoritism

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Arrogant Because of Favoritism

Li Qiao didn’t bother to explain and simply extended her mobile phone towards him, "Either we both rush in there, or... you give this to your Godfather."

In the end, Meng Jun still took her phone with a stern face, ordered the others to stay put, and then headed back to the elevator.

Until this moment, Gu Chenn was still confused, "You know Mr. Meng?"

Li Qiao glanced at him but didn’t answer.

It seemed that Meng Jun’s status in the Black Hawk Party and even in Aida State was not low, to be able to command such respect from Gu Chenn of the Flame Alliance was indeed surprising.

Only a minute passed when the sound of the elevator bell rang out.

Gu Chenn snapped to attention and immediately stood beside Li Qiao, acting as her protector.

Under the white glare of the corridor lights, the elevator doors opened, and a fluttering hem of a cape swayed out first.

Immediately after, the tall and imposing figure of Shang Yu came into view.

All the people in the lobby promptly stepped back neatly, greeting respectfully, "Godfather."

Gu Chenn was dumbfounded.

Having laid low in Aida State for four or five years, he had only heard of the legend but never seen the Godfather of Black Hawk in person, and now here he was.

Bright lights made the man look even more handsome and imposing, his steps firm yet slightly hurried, his deep eyes reflecting the light and fixing unwaveringly on Li Qiao.

And Meng Jun, three steps behind, followed Shang Yu with a blank expression.

What was the mystery with his junior sister’s phone?

Why did the Godfather, who was in a meeting, rush out without a word after seeing the phone?

It didn’t take long for Shang Yu’s figure to close the short distance to Li Qiao; numerous subordinates stood in the hall, yet his gaze was locked intently on Li Qiao’s delicate and prominent features.

She was only wearing a thin hoodie and jeans tonight, her expression indifferent, standing amidst a group of men, she was the most eye-catching presence.

Shang Yu hooked his arm around Li Qiao’s shoulders, ignoring the stunned Gu Chenn and Meng Jun, and pulled her into his embrace. Casually lifting the cape, he wrapped her in it, "Wearing so little?"

He didn’t ask anything but instead encircled her tensely with a displeased expression.

Gu Chenn looked up at the ceiling of the lobby and secretly pinched the root of his thigh.

Yeah, that really fucking hurts.

Meng Jun, with a wooden face, touched the bridge of his nose, which had been broken by Li Qiao before, the scar still there, no dream.

At this moment, Li Qiao, muffled in Shang Yu’s embrace, struggled to pull away a little, her eyes glancing over him, raising her eyebrows slightly, "No issues?"

"What issues could there be?" the man replied, a smile winding its way into his deep eyes as he curved his thin lips.

Li Qiao pouted, feeling the stone in her heart settle, "Then why didn’t you answer the phone?"

Looking at her displeased expression, Shang Yu drew her closer into his embrace, and whispered gently and tenderly, "I was in a meeting just now, it’s cold outside, let’s go in and talk, hmm?"

Gu Chenn and Meng Jun exchanged glances across the empty space, both wearing expressions that said more than words could.

The Godfather of the largest local organization, Black Hawk, how could he act like he was coddling a child when facing Li Qiao?

That look, that demeanor, was unbearably indulgent.

Not only that, he was holding her close and refusing to let go, whispering sweet nothings in Li Qiao’s ear that seemed too intimate for public hearing.

And looking at Li Qiao, with her face set and showing no pleasure, she appeared spoiled by indulgence.

...

Just like that, Gu Chenn and Meng Jun followed behind them like lost souls drifting into the elevator.

The other subordinates took to the corridor, heading back the way they came.

In the elevator, Li Qiao and Shang Yu stood in the center, Gu Chenn leaned against the wall, looking at the slightly reddened back of his hand, his mind a whirl.

Li Qiao was so capable that even the Godfather of Black Hawk fell into her pocket, yet she was still afraid of getting hurt.

Fear of pain, huh?

Soon, the group arrived at the middle-level meeting area.

Shang Yu walked into an empty meeting room with his arm around Li Qiao, while Meng Jun and Gu Chenn stood at the door, facing each other, the situation quite awkward.

The lights inside the meeting room were off. The man pulled Li Qiao inside, turned on the lights with his free hand, and leaned forward to press her against the wall. Holding her face, he leaned down with a smile and asked, "Are you mad at me for not answering your call?"

Li Qiao, with her hands in her hoodie’s pocket, turned her face to look out the window, "No."

She was just worried that he had been ambushed and couldn’t be reached; checking his location, she had hurried over to Black Hawk Headquarters.

The man turned her cheek towards him, pressed his handsome face close, and breathed a cool breath onto her, asking with a smile, "You don’t sleep late at night and come looking for me specifically?"

Li Qiao slapped his wrist lightly, her black and white eyes crashing deep into his, paused for a moment, then honestly said, "Xiao Yehui gave me a call, and then I found out that a number of mercenaries had infiltrated Aida State..."

No need for further details, Shang Yu understood everything already.

His fingertips lingered on her smooth skin, resting against her forehead, his voice slightly hoarse, "Are you afraid something will happen to me?"

"Not really, just wanted to come and see..." Li Qiao said and tugged at his cape, "I interrupted the Godfather’s meeting, which feels kind of awkward."

Shang Yu’s pupils contracted for an instant. Lifting her chin, he found Li Qiao’s lips curving into a smile, her eyes full of mischief.

Li Qiao wouldn’t get upset over such a trivial matter. She tiptoed to kiss him on the lips and urged, "You go get busy, I’ll wait for you here."

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple slid, his lips thinning briefly before he suggested in a deep voice, "It’s late. I’ll have someone send you back to rest, and I’ll join you after I’m done with work."

Li Qiao’s gaze darkened as she sized him up for a few seconds, her tone very slow, "Those people are going to make a move tonight?"

The light in the man’s eyes was profound and inscrutable as he looked at her. Being too clever was not always a good thing, he thought, curving his thin lips, and ruffled her hair, "Not necessarily."

Li Qiao blinked innocently, "I see, then I’ll go back first, and come back later."

Shang Yu’s eyes flickered with a helpless smile, his fingers climbing up her side waist, curving his lips with deep meaning, "Still want to fight? What did you promise me?"

"I won’t fight, but I can get Gu Chenn to fight."

The mercenaries came from distinguished backgrounds and even though they were acting individually, they were surely each capable of taking on ten men by themselves.

Those few retired members from MI6 were not to be underestimated either.

The Black Hawk Party had enough people, and as for Gu Chenn ... why not use him if he can be used for free?

Since he wanted to leverage the local influence of the Black Hawk Party, giving him some benefits was not unreasonable.

Outside the door, Gu Chenn sneezed suddenly. Who the hell was plotting against him now?

...

The autumn night moon shone like silver.

The cold wind scattered the inky clouds, and the crescent moon hung high, casting a dance of tree shadows.

At one-thirty in the deep night, a cargo truck loaded with sand and soil overturned in front of the Black Hawk Headquarters Building, spilling its contents on the ground like a small hill and blocking the main entrance.

The security personnel both inside and outside the building rushed over, and after several confirmations, they reported to the control room, "No anomalies, it looks like the driver fell asleep at the wheel. Do we report this to the traffic bureau?"

Upon hearing the instructions over the radio, the security personnel called the traffic bureau.

Meanwhile, at the Royal Hotel in Aida City, a few men in plain clothes were checking in at the front desk.

In front of Black Hawk Headquarters, apart from the overturned sand truck, there were no further irregularities.

At three o’clock at night, a black business vehicle drove out of Black Hawk Headquarters and headed straight for the Royal Hotel.