The Favored Heiress
Chapter 651: Mrs. Shang, do you like it?

Chapter 651: Chapter 651: Mrs. Shang, do you like it?

Li Jun held Zong Yue’s head and lifted his gaze to suckle her lips, "Good, when I have time, I’ll call you. Next time you don’t feel well, you must tell me promptly."

Zong Yue held her breath, her heartbeat out of rhythm.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that made people more sentimental, as Li Jun was gentler tonight than ever.

Zong Yue’s eyes flickered as she turned her face away, chiding, "Stop kissing, you smell like alcohol."

Li Jun looked at her twinkling eyes, a thought crossing his mind, and sat up, "I’ll go take a bath."

"Can you manage?" Zong Yue frowned worriedly, "Why don’t I just wipe you down, it’s all the same if you bathe tomorrow morning."

Li Jun’s brows relaxed, and he got out of bed, pulling Zong Yue towards the bathroom, "Then you help me wipe."

Zong Yue: "?"

In a blink, the two disappeared at the bathroom door, and faintly, Zong Yue’s light cries could be heard, "Slow down, be careful of the slippery floor, don’t... mmm."

...

Meanwhile, on the balcony of the main bedroom on the third floor, two cups of steaming hot tea sat on a glass low table.

Li Qiao leaned against the white marble railing, looking at Shang Yu in front of her, softly conversing about something.

At the moment, the man’s hands rested on the railing behind her, leaning slightly forward, his voice from his throat rich with the mellow scent of alcohol, "There’s no rush to go to Parma, we can talk about it after tonight."

Li Qiao looked up at him, a teasing smile on her lips as she tugged at his shirt collar, "What do you want to do tonight? This is the Li Family."

It’s not quite proper to indulge under her parents’ watchful eyes.

Shang Yu’s deep eyes sparkled with a smile, his thin lips pecking at the tip of her nose, "Don’t you know what I want to do?"

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, her expression bold, "Then say it, let me hear it."

The man looked down at her unrestrained bearing, his Adam’s apple rolling as he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in to nibble her earlobe, "I’ll tell you inside."

Before Li Qiao could react, she felt a tight grip around her lower waist, and she was hoisted horizontally by the man, carried towards the room.

With one hand hooked around Shang Yu’s shoulder and fingers to her forehead, she chuckled slyly, "We don’t have ’that’ here..."

The man lowered his gaze at her, a playful arc forming on his lips, "Sure?"

Li Qiao nodded confidently, "Of course."

Indeed, her room was devoid of any family planning items.

The next second, Shang Yu carried her to the bed and motioned towards the bedside table with a pucker of his lips, "Open it and see."

Li Qiao, nestled in his embrace, stretched her arm to pull open the little drawer, her smile instantly freezing.

She didn’t move, inappropriately hearing the man’s deep chuckles by her ear.

Li Qiao struggled briefly, descending from his grasp, rubbing her forehead with one hand, and staring at the three boxes of the largest size Durex that shouldn’t be in the drawer, falling into a prolonged silence.

From behind, warmth approached; the man hugged her, whispering huskily in her ear, "We can’t let your parents’ good intentions go to waste."

Li Qiao shrank her neck with a laugh, "So it was prepared by Mom and Dad."

Truly her biological parents.

But why prepare three boxes?

Did they think Shang Yu was a perpetual motion machine?!

Later, Li Qiao’s mind was dazzled by a series of his moves; he held her, enveloped her, and murmured into her ear, "Mrs. Shang, do you like it?"

Li Qiao’s eyes became dazed, murmuring her delight.

On the first day of their legal marriage, they were destined for a night long song.

...

Regarding Li Qiao and Shang Yu’s marriage registration, besides the Li family members, no one outside knew about it.

Even He Chen and others were kept in the dark by Shang Yu.

But some things just can’t be concealed forever.

The next morning, Shang Yu received a call from Shang Zonghai.

Over the phone, Shang Zonghai’s voice was very low and imbued with displeasure, "You’re being utterly reckless."

At this time, Shang Yu was still at the Li Family’s home, it was already a quarter past ten, but Li Qiao hadn’t woken up yet.

Holding the phone, he walked to the balcony of the master bedroom, sat down on the rattan chair, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who upset you this early in the morning?"

Subduing his emotions, Shang Zonghai took a breath and then scolded, "You’ve gone too far this time. Whatever you want to do, you shouldn’t have given up your Parma nationality."

"Would you agree if I wanted to give it up?" The man asked with a faint smile.

"As long as you’re aware. If it weren’t for Ning Yuanhang tipping me off, I might still be in the dark because of you," said Shang Zonghai rigidly. In the end, he demanded, without room for refusal, "You must change your nationality back within three days, before the Elders’ Hall notices. The sooner, the better."

Shang Yu picked up a cigarette from the box on the low table, pulling one out with a single hand, and said in a steady voice, "Qiaoqiao’s will also be changed back. Send someone to handle it together."

"The girl agreed?"

Now, it was Shang Zonghai’s turn to be surprised.

He hadn’t yet thoroughly investigated what exactly Shang Yu had done after changing his nationality.

Since it was a serious matter, he had called him right away.

At that moment, the man pressed down on the lighter, took a drag from his cigarette, and spoke bluntly, "Mmhmm, happy couples sing and follow."

Shang Zonghai was silent for a few seconds before he quickly understood, "You... you guys..."

"Congratulations, you have a daughter-in-law now."

Shang Zonghai sighed deeply, with no discernible joy or anger, "You’re quite impulsive, getting the certificate without discussing it with me in advance."

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the inner courtyard below, his smile slightly reduced, "What exactly are you worried about?"

On the other end of the phone, Shang Zonghai was silent for quite some time, a full half a minute, before he finally spoke in a low voice, "Since the certificate has already been obtained, there’s no point in saying anything else. Find a time to bring the girl home for a visit."

Before the man could respond, Shang Zonghai had already ended the call.

Shang Yu lowered his gaze to the cigarette in his hand, its tip glowing intermittently, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes stirring with waves.

Seconds later, he unlocked his phone again, dialed a number, and instructed, "Get me a copy of the case file for the Parma Mu Family massacre."

Behind him, the patio door made a faint noise.

Shang Yu turned his head and saw Li Qiao leaning against the window frame, clad in his black shirt, her eyes sleepy and hazy, appearing quite relaxed.

The man softened the sharpness in his eyes, put out his cigarette, and held out his palm to her, "Did I wake you?"

Li Qiao shook her head, sluggishly making her way to him, "Did you and Uncle have a fight?"

"Uncle?" Shang Yu repeated her word with raised eyebrows. Li Qiao gave him a sidelong glance, touching her sore eyelids, "Did you and... dad... have a fight?"

The man’s throat let out a deep, pleasing chuckle, circling her waist and tilting his head slightly, "No."

Perhaps noticing the faint redness at the corners of her eyes, Shang Yu pinched Li Qiao’s chin and carefully scrutinized her for a few seconds, "Haven’t woken up yet?"

Li Qiao didn’t speak but slapped away his hand and turned to head for the bathroom to wash her face.

As if she could wake up fresh. He had been relentless last night, like he had an inexhaustible supply of energy.

In matters of passion, Shang Yu always had more stamina and endurance than most, his desires were strong.

Li Qiao washed her face and looked up into the mirror, feeling a vague sense of gloom enveloping her mood like a thin mist.

It wasn’t Shang Yu’s needs she was afraid of, but that it might be related to hypersexuality...