The Favored Heiress
Chapter 642: Brother Chen Interested in Her?

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Brother Chen Interested in Her?

Yin Mo clenched her fists, hating He Chen’s promiscuity and hating her own helplessness even more.

At that moment, He Chen lifted her chin, his tone cold and detached, "That look in your eyes, do you want to go another round?"

Yin Mo’s breath hitched, and through gritted teeth she growled, "Scumbag."

He Chen laughed contemptuously, "That mouth of yours really does need teaching. A woman should know her place, understand? Next time you see me, clean yourself up, so you don’t dirty my bed."

Yin Mo could hardly believe it, how brazenly he could utter such shameless words.

If they met again, she would definitely stab him twice.

In a blink, the car lock clicked open, Yin Mo packed away her passport, and with effort pushed open the door, leaving without looking back.

Worried that He Chen wouldn’t let her go so easily, she dragged her heavy feet and quickened her pace to get away from this place of trouble as fast as possible.

Yin Mo also wanted to leave Aida State to report back.

But with her severe injury and excessive blood loss, it was only after the bullet was extracted that she decided to hide out in the Red Light District to recuperate for a few days before returning to her country.

Xiao Yehui had his eyes and ears everywhere, having planted countless spies around her.

Including the remaining mercenaries, half of them were still in Aida City looking for her whereabouts.

This time, it was her only chance to turn the tables.

...

In the side hall of the villa, He Chen was brought back to his senses by Li Qiao’s voice.

He closed his eyes and took a breath, his eyes regaining their usual frivolity, "What did you just say?"

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead and, looking at He Chen’s obviously delighted expression, repeated herself, "Brother Chen, are you interested in her?"

Speaking of Yin Mo, she really was unlucky.

First, she was injured, then she encountered one mishap after another. Everything else could be dealt with, but meeting He Chen, she was utterly without a chance.

At this moment, He Chen mulled over Li Qiao’s words, casually put his glass down on the table, and mocked, "Interested? Little sister is thinking too much, it’s just for fun."

Moreover, she belonged to Xiao Yehui; playing with her didn’t give him any psychological burden.

In He Chen’s eyes, there were two kinds of women.

One kind is family, the other is a plaything.

For example, Li Qiao and Zong Yue were considered family, whom he truly valued.

As for Yin Mo, to him, she was at most a tool to warm his bed.

He had long lost interest in women, what remained was only primal desire.

Before long, He Chen went to the dining room.

Li Qiao stood still, took a sip from her glass, and lowered her eyes to conceal the profound meaning within.

...

At eight-thirty in the evening, Shen Xiangtang and Shang Yu among others walked out of the dining room.

They seemed to have drunk quite a bit, with the smell of alcohol lingering on each of them.

Shen Xiangtang’s cheeks were slightly flushed as he glanced around, "Where’s that brat?"

Bai Luhui stepped forward and reported in a low voice, "Young Director Shen and Miss Li are taking a walk outside the courtyard."

Shen Xiangtang chuckled, his palm rubbing his own knee, he patted Shang Yu on the shoulder, "I’ll send you the Jing Family’s information later, you can go now, I won’t see you off."

Outside the villa, Li Qiao and Shen Qingye were talking about something when they suddenly heard the door open and both turned back simultaneously.

Shang Yu and He Chen came one after the other, Li Qiao took the opportunity to glance at Shen Qingye, "Send it to her as soon as possible."

"Got it." Shen Qingye pulled one corner of his mouth, watching Shang Yu approach, and then asked somewhat inexplicably, "Have you been in contact with Brother Lih recently?"

Li Qiao paused in mid-step, her expression brimming with suspicion, "Yun Lih? No, why do you ask?"

He had rushed back to Nia State earlier, saying that Yun Ling had taken on a task that he couldn’t handle and that he needed to deal with it himself.

Li Qiao didn’t inquire about the details, and as they were both busy thereafter, they didn’t contact each other much.

At that moment, Shen Qingye’s gaze flickered, his smile growing deeper, "It’s nothing, just wondering, I kind of miss him, that’s all."

Li Qiao stared intently at him, but before she could discern anything, she felt a weight on her shoulder; Shang Yu had already come over and held her tightly in his embrace, "What are you talking about?"

The scent of alcohol was strong on the man, mixed with his husky and low voice, adding a few intoxicating notes.

Li Qiao smiled and shook her head, saying it was nothing.

Shen Qingye stood his ground, calling out to Master Yan, his gaze following their retreating figures, his face etched with a look of melancholy loss.

It wasn’t until someone smacked the back of his head that he turned around, frowning, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

Shen Xiangtang stood with his hands behind his back, watching as Shang Yu and the others vanished into the garden’s covered bridge, glancing sideways at Shen Qingye, "Stop looking; you can’t afford that girl."

A father knows his son best.

How could Shen Xiangtang not perceive what Shen Qingye’s wistful and forlorn expression signified?

Shen Qingye pursed his lips, his voice sullen, "I don’t even know who your son really is."

"Do you think if you weren’t my son, you’d still be alive?" Shen Xiangtang hit him again, irritated by his complacency, "Let me tell you, it was Shaoyan who pleaded on your behalf this time. I’m letting you out because of him. From now on you behave yourself, and if you dare go behind my back again, just see if I don’t deal with you."

Rubbing the back of his head, Shen Qingye was seething, "So I just took a bullet for nothing?"

Shen Xiangtang’s lips twitched, his gaze piercing as he stared at him, "It was your carelessness that allowed others to succeed in their trickery. Instead of focusing on improving yourself, you want to clash with the stronger opponent?"

"It’s not yet certain who’s the egg and who’s the stone," Shen Qingye thought amusingly to himself, muttering under his breath.

Seeing this, Shen Xiangtang, feeling helpless, admonished him earnestly and gravely, "I’m holding you back to protect you. Use your brain and think about it, if they were so easy to deal with, would there even be a necessity for you to act?"

Shen Qingye bowed his head as if chastened, but his attitude remained unchanged.

Regardless, he had done what he had to do, success or failure, he would just wait and see.

...

Time flew, and another day passed.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu were preparing to set off back to the South Sea.

Qianmu Group had called a press conference the previous day.

They apologized for the mishaps during the new product presentation and published the results of their investigation.

The AI industry in Aida State once again became a hot topic of debate. Xiao’s Technology, intending to kill two birds with one stone, had backfired; after the conference, they were pushed into the limelight due to issues with their core chip technology.

Qianmu Group seized the moment to assert their rights to pursue legal action against Xiao’s Technology.

What was once a highly-anticipated event had turned into a farce in the AI arena.

Journalists rushed to Xiao’s Technology’s building for follow-up reports right after the conference, only to find it abandoned.

At the same time, a commercial airliner carrying passengers took off from Aida State International Airport, bound for the British Imperial.

In the Royal Hotel suite, Li Qiao turned off the television with the remote control.

Meng Jun also received a call from a subordinate at the same time, hastily reporting, "Godfather, we’ve just confirmed that Yin Mo has taken the direct flight that left half an hour ago, heading back to the British Imperial."

Shang Yu responded indifferently, toying with Li Qiao’s earlobe hair with one hand as he gave a low command, "Call off the people tracking her."

He Chen, who was smoking, choked mid-breath, "Cough—"

The untimely cough drew the attention of Shang Yu and Li Qiao.

Both turned to look at He Chen, neither speaking, but their gazes spoke volumes.