The Favored Heiress
Chapter 851: Bai Yan and Shang Shaoyan’s Phone Meeting

Chapter 851: Chapter 851: Bai Yan and Shang Shaoyan’s Phone Meeting

Seeing Li Jun silent, Zong Yue brushed off his hand and turned to leave.

The next second, the man stepped forward, hooked her shoulder, and stared intently, "Then come home early tonight, I’m not working overtime today."

Zong Yue lifted her eyelids to meet his eyes directly, and after a while, nodded faintly, "Got it."

She should never have held any expectations for Li Jun.

Because a man’s heart is like iron, from the beginning she came with the determination of a one-man show.

Now... it’s her wanting more, bringing trouble upon herself.

Zong Yue got into the car, looked at Li Jun in the rearview mirror walking towards another parking space, her hands gripping the steering wheel, and laughed softly.

See, all expectations become meaningless in front of him.

...

Elsewhere, after Li Qiao finished her call with Shang Yu, she pulled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

The car journey had been tiring, she slept soundly, and when she opened her eyes again, the sky outside was filled with fiery clouds.

Li Qiao was momentarily dazed; the dim sunset always gave people a sense of desolation.

She half-opened her eyes, lost in thought.

Suddenly, slender and well-proportioned fingers passed before her eyes, then fell on her face, "Awake?"

Li Qiao turned her eyes, immediately seeing the handsome face of the man.

The twilight glow slanted down, spilling all over him.

As if thinking of something, Li Qiao sat up from the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and threw herself into Shang Yu’s embrace.

The man hugged her with one arm, his fingers threading into her hair, rubbing gently, "Why didn’t you stay a few more days in Scarlet City?"

"I missed you, so I came back after finishing my business."

In fact, what Li Qiao really wanted to say was, I’m worried about you...

The entanglement from eleven years ago had always been premeditated.

And Shang Yu was implicated, suffering from paranoia and manic disorder. Although Xiao Hongdao was the culprit, she hated Ming Dailan more.

Landis told her that the family doctor should have been prepared to remove Ming Dailan’s uterus before coming to Parma.

Because he saw the female doctor carrying a full set of surgical tools.

Perhaps back then, the incident at the old residence in Parma happened suddenly, and many people overlooked this key point.

The family doctor was mainly responsible for Ming Dailan’s routine check-ups, and wouldn’t bring so many surgical tools unless necessary.

Thinking of this, Li Qiao, deeply buried in Shang Yu’s chest, had eyes intertwined with coldness.

She would let Ming Dailan know all this in the shortest time possible.

And the best method was to lure her to Scarlet City to meet Landis in person.

Given Ming Dailan’s prejudice against Shang Yu, even if the recording between her and Landis was sent to her, she wouldn’t easily believe it.

But... doing so, the punishment would be too light.

At this moment, Shang Yu sensed the change in Li Qiao’s demeanor, held her shoulders to pull back, squinting his eyes, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." Li Qiao blinked, instantly collecting all her sharpness, "When did you come back?"

As she spoke, she got out of bed, her movements nimble, completely devoid of the earlier fatigue and drowsiness.

Shang Yu’s eyes were profound, scrutinizing her eyebrows as if pondering.

In Scarlet City, Li Qiao met Tu Anliang, and her fleeting surge of emotion just now faintly carried hostility.

Something must have happened in Scarlet City.

...

Downstairs, large fiery clouds dyed the living room golden yellow.

Luoyu and Liuyun were discussing something, their gestures accompanied by evident shoving.

When Shang Yu and Li Qiao entered the living room, they heard such a conversation.

"You go."

Liuyun adamantly refused, "I won’t."

Luoyu gave him a sidelong glance, "Don’t you want to be a reservist for the Flame Alliance?"

"I don’t care about that. The main thing is my throat hurts recently, I don’t want to talk to the boss."

Luoyu sneered, punching him again, "Are you faking it? When the boss isn’t around, you’re like a chatty parrot, and now you say your throat hurts."

Liuyun didn’t notice the movement at the stairs, casually picked up a small vase from the table, fiddling with it as he spoke, "Anyway, today I just don’t want to talk to the boss."

"Do you have a problem with me?" This was asked by Shang Yu, his voice low and slow, like an eerie sound from the depths of hell.

Liuyun shuddered all over, and the little vase worth more than a million shattered into countless pieces on the ground.

Turning back to look at Luoyu, who had already stood at attention, acting indifferent to the matter.

Shang Yu pulled Li Qiao to sit down, raising his eyebrows at Liuyun, waiting for his answer.

Seeing this, Liuyun’s intelligence kicked in, "Boss, Bai Yan asked Huang Cuiying to bring you a message."

The man curved his thin lips, giving Luoyu a sidelong glance, "Oh?"

Luoyu cursed under her breath, her eyes constantly darting to Li Qiao, hoping she’d help resolve the situation.

In turn, Li Qiao propped her chin, leisurely watching her.

Ha-ha, all plastic.

Luoyu took a deep breath, then pulled out her phone and dialed Bai Yan’s number, putting it on speaker.

"Brother Yan... it’s me."

"Oh, Cuiying." Bai Yan was frying rice, the sound of stir-frying clearly coming through the receiver, "What’s up, say it."

Luoyu braved everyone’s gazes, forcing herself to ask, "What message did you want me to pass to the boss when we were at the airport?"

Saying that, she quickly stepped forward, silently holding the phone up to Shang Yu’s face.

Bai Yan tapped the iron pot with a spoon, sounding rather impatient, "If you’re forgetful, take more medicine, how could you forget in just a few hours?

Tell that damn Shang Shaoyan, next time bring my mascot to Scarlet City, don’t let her run around alone, such a big man acting like a sheltered lady, is he too ashamed to meet people or too scared to go out?"

Luoyu thought to herself, impressive.

She had never seen a living being dare to speak to Master Yan like that in her life.

After Bai Yan finished speaking, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

Li Qiao no longer propped her chin, slowly sat up straight, and called out, elongating her tone, "Bai Yan."

"Oh, you’re there." Bai Yan’s tone instantly changed, both doting and helpless, "Back in the South Sea? Have you eaten? This morning, I made fried rice for you, and you didn’t take a bite. Is your appetite bad?"

Li Qiao sighed, but before she could speak, Shang Yu leaned back against the sofa, his thin lips curving into an almost imperceptible arc, "Mr. Bai, if you want to know whether I’m too ashamed to meet people or too scared to go out, why not come to the South Sea and see for yourself?"

The sound of stir-frying ceased.

Three seconds later, the call hung up automatically.

Li Qiao: "??"

Luoyu was also dumbfounded.

Thought Brother Yan was so impressive, but it turns out he’s so timid?

However, the reality was that Bai Yan was mulling over the wording for his first phone conference with Shang Shaoyan.

Unexpectedly, his confidant Xiao Haozi carried a bag of cement to the fried rice stall, saying affirmatively: "Brother Yan, I fixed the road on Second Street; there’s a bag of cement left, two hundred and eighty per bag, do you want it?"

Xiao Haozi, carrying the cement, darted around the stall, and accidentally knocked Bai Yan’s phone into the rice pot.

He watched as the phone fell into the pot, cursed loudly, and nearly buried Xiao Haozi in the two-hundred-eighty-per-bag cement.