The Favored Heiress
Chapter 641: Suddenly I Don’t Want to Let You Go

Chapter 641: Chapter 641: Suddenly I Don’t Want to Let You Go

Shang Yu lifted his eyelids, a dark tide surging within his eyes, "Does Uncle Shen know the inside story of what happened back then?"

Shen Xiangtang looked ahead with a melancholic gaze, murmuring to himself, "I only heard a little about it. The Parma Mu Family was destroyed overnight, which was the result of several major families uniting with external forces to siege Parma. It’s said that it all started because of Jing Yilan.

The reason the Sixth Bureau has information on Jing Yilan is that I happened to meet her and took the chance to gather some. If you have time, you could secretly investigate the old cases of Parma. You might discover something."

...

In the living room, Shen Qingye lounged in a T-shirt and jeans, casually leaning back in his chair, fingers brushing the corner of his eye, "When are you going back to the South Sea?"

Li Qiao was brought back to her thoughts by his inquiry, replying in a neutral tone, "In the next few days."

The issues in Aida State had been mostly resolved, and there was no need to stay any longer.

Shen Qingye paused for a moment, "Will you come back later?"

"It depends," Li Qiao responded flatly.

At that moment, a knock at the entryway heralded the belated arrival of He Chen.

Bai Luhui became immediately alert upon seeing He Chen.

He Chen, hands in his pockets and cape draped over his shoulders, looked nonchalantly towards his right hand, "What are you looking at? Don’t tell me you want to lose your hand."

Li Qiao and Shen Qingye simultaneously directed their gazes at him, both wearing expressions that were hard to describe.

If Shen Xiangtang had invited He Chen to visit this Western-style house, then he must be one of their own.

But Bai Luhui had been captured and injured his right hand at the casino, which leads to...

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes complexly, and He Chen, catching her expression, sat down as if nothing else mattered, lifted his shoulders, pulled off the cape and threw it over the armrest, "Where’s Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao nodded towards the dining room, "Inside."

He Chen pretended to stand up, then his eyes flashed, "Sister-in-law, come with me."

Shen Qingye and Bai Luhui exchanged glances, then watched the two of them head to an adjacent drawing room.

By now, He Chen was making himself at home, moving towards the tea station, opening the cupboard above it and taking out a bottle of foreign liquor. He poured two glasses and passed one to Li Qiao.

Such a series of actions was enough to prove that this was not his first time visiting the villa.

Li Qiao took the glass, sipped lightly, "Brother Chen, you didn’t know Bai Luhui before?"

He Chen bent down to get ice cubes from the mini-fridge, dropping two into his glass, "His reputation precedes him; I’ve heard of him."

Li Qiao did not continue the conversation, instead playing with her glass while observing him with a detached gaze.

He Chen turned to lean against the tea station, tilting his head back to drink half the glass, then glanced at Li Qiao with an air of entitlement, "Even if I did know him, breaking my rules would still get him hurt."

"I see," Li Qiao said with a faint smile, nodding. One could not define a person like He Chen using ordinary logic.

The two fell silent for a moment, and with a rustling sound, He Chen took out his phone and placed it before Li Qiao, asking in a low voice, "Do you recognize her?"

Li Qiao felt that today’s He Chen was somewhat abnormal; frivolous as usual, but with a hidden sharpness in his eyes.

While she was contemplating this, she saw the photo on the phone screen, which made her frown suddenly.

He Chen swirled his glass, putting the phone back in his pocket, "It seems you do recognize her."

Li Qiao did not hide it, studying his expression intently, "She’s Yin Mo, the second of the Border Seven Sons."

The picture was clearly taken from a close distance. Yin Mo sat in a car, her cheeks unnaturally red, her eyes fiery with unabashed anger.

Yin Mo, it was indeed her.

He Chen muttered the name to himself, a narrow, intriguing sneer crossing his eyes, "One of Xiao Yehui’s?"

Li Qiao countered without answering, "Where is she?"

He Chen’s gaze settled on his glass, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "She should... still be in the Red Light District."

Initially, He Chen had not been suspicious of Yin Mo’s identity.

A woman from the Red Light District was not worth his extra attention.

An hour earlier, He Chen yanked Yin Mo into a Hummer parked by the roadside.

Along the way, she nearly fell several times but stubbornly held her breath, continuously struggling in his grasp.

He Chen stuffed Yin Mo into the backseat, almost brutally, followed her in, and slammed the car door shut, locking it.

He had never had much patience for women.

If they were obedient, perhaps they could elicit a bit of his pity.

The more Yin Mo struggled, the less likely he was to let her go.

Her figure and looks were too much to his taste.

He Chen climbed into the backseat, crossed his legs, and watched Yin Mo drenched in sweat. He narrowed his eyes and noticed her raised right arm, "What injury did you get?"

Actually, Yin Mo didn’t even have the strength to speak. With her left hand supporting her right arm and her teeth tightly clenched, she hissed, "Get lost."

"Quite a stiff spine."

Without any hesitation, He Chen reached out and yanked her collar, intensifying the smell of blood.

The bandage on her right arm was already stained red with blood and the fabric was soaked.

With just one look, He Chen made a certain guess.

Ignoring Yin Mo’s pain, he prodded her arm with his fingers and, with a hint of a smile on his thin lips, said, "Gunshot wound!"

Women from the Red Light District are inexpensive, and it’s nothing unusual for them to be disposed of if they enrage their patrons.

But the woman in front of him was able to move freely with a gunshot wound, which meant either she had extraordinary abilities or... she had another identity.

After some thought, He Chen firmly grasped her chin and probed with heavy implication, "You’re not from the Red Light District, are you?"

Yin Mo stubbornly leaned her head back, trying to break free from his grip.

However spacious the car was, there was limited space, and as her struggle grew more intense, the passport she had hidden in her undergarment fell out.

He Chen seized it unawares, and his gaze instantly became unfathomable.

British Imperial.

And the name on her passport was very familiar to He Chen.

Not long ago, in the suite, Shaoyan’s question to Meng Jun was still ringing in his ears.

—Yin Mo was let go?

As the strategist of Black Hawk, He Chen of course had an agile mind.

After pondering for a few seconds and sorting out his thoughts, he threw the passport onto Yin Mo’s lap, "I underestimated you."

Since she wasn’t a woman from the Red Light District, then...

With a smirk, He Chen continued with words that left Yin Mo humiliated and helpless, "Pleasure me, and I’ll let you go, otherwise..."

His words were full of threats and lewdness, and upon discovering her identity, he seemed even more deliberately difficult.

For consenting adults in the Red Light District, there’s hardly anything off-limits.

As for why a person from the British Imperial was in Aida State and who she was associated with, He Chen didn’t care to know.

In this way, the severely injured Yin Mo was forcefully pressed down by He Chen into his lap.

This insult was more unbearable to her than the long years of oppression and attacks from Xiao Yehui.

After it was over, He Chen took a photo of her face.

Yin Mo trembled all over, wiped her mouth while her eyes burned red with hatred, this humiliation, she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Looking at her swollen lips, He Chen slapped her face and mocked coldly, "So clumsy, your first time?"

Yin Mo was breathing rapidly, unable to do anything except convey her emotions with her eyes.

He Chen stretched his arms over the back of the seat, leaned back as if satiated, and sighed, "Yin Mo, isn’t it? Suddenly I don’t want to let you go anymore, what should we do about it?"