The Favored Heiress
Chapter 865 - 867:

Chapter 865: Chapter 867:

Landis’s imposing figure cast a shadow over Ming Dailan.

He viciously strangled her, words full of hatred crashing onto her face: "Because of you, Charlman wants to kill us all. Why did you have to go to Parma if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have silenced anyone. Duchess, the one who truly deserves to die... is you!"

Ming Dailan had never felt the threat of impending death so clearly in her life.

Her pupils dilated, the suffocating sensation from being strangled left her both shocked and furious.

Fortunately, Yin Mo stepped forward in time, kicking Landis’s knee, thus neutralizing his attack.

Ming Dailan staggered back and collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.

Landis grimaced in pain, his knee buckled, and he stumbled, knocking into the edge of a nearby table.

Ming Dailan propped herself on the sofa with one hand, her breath trembling, "Yin Mo, hand him over to the Knight Squad."

Yin Mo barely furrowed his brow; handing him over to the Knight Squad would render Qi Zai’s arrangements futile.

She hesitated, but Landis chuckled hoarsely.

That laughter was bleak, his eyes brimming with sarcasm and hatred, "You really aren’t worth pitying. No wonder Charlman wants to kill your child, remove your womb, you deserve it."

Ming Dailan’s breath suddenly stopped.

The oppressive feeling in her chest hadn’t dissipated, yet she instinctively held her breath.

Ming Dailan prided herself on being sharp-eared and clear-sighted, but now she was instead bewildered.

Yin Mo retreated a few steps silently, watching the scene coldly.

Ming Dailan swallowed her aching throat, her pupils showing a shattered state, as if lost in a daze.

Her voice was hoarse and raspy, her face as pale as snow, "What... what did you say?"

Landis curled his lips into a cold smile, his shoulder wound tore open, blood staining his blue shirt red, making the scene even more frightening.

This revenge’s thrill drove Landis nearly mad. He bent forward slightly, staring directly at Ming Dailan’s ashen face, repeating word for word, "You, deserve, it. Your child deserved to die. The night before we left British Imperial for Parma, we received the order to eliminate your child.

Duchess, your eldest son in Parma was injured because Charlman sent someone to do it. Otherwise, how could he frame Parma and remove your womb?

You really are the most foolish, most indiscriminate woman I’ve ever seen, vain and greedy. For the sake of money and status, you can’t even distinguish the real culprit.

Do you know, on the day you had an accident in Parma, the only ones who genuinely wanted to save you were your ex-husband and your son."

Ming Dailan couldn’t utter a single word, her mind filled with Landis’s powerful curses and mockery.

The world she always trusted seemed to collapse right before her eyes.

Reason told her not to believe it, but Landis’s hatred was no disguise, more like a frenzy eager to get rid of her.

The light in Ming Dailan’s eyes extinguished completely, her eardrums buzzed, as if time had rewound to a midsummer night eleven years ago.

In the chaotic Shang Family Old House, she had abdominal pain so severe she couldn’t breathe, and only the family doctor and two maidservants were in the side room with her. It seemed she was given a painkiller, but she soon fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she lost her six-month-old child and her woman’s womb, the bloody mess indicating she would never bear children again, and Ningning became her last child.

Her heart was dead set, swearing to find the culprit.

Later, all the clues pointed to Shaoyan. She had investigated, but the truth seemed singular.

From that day, she hated Shang Shaoyan, hated his heartlessness, and despised his malicious tactics.

Xiao Hongdao rushed to Parma overnight, taking care of her with utmost tenderness while also taking furious action for the sake of his beloved.

Ming Dailan suddenly felt lost, her entire body trembling, unknowingly digging her nails into her palms, "Impossible... what you’re saying isn’t true."

Landis laughed heartily, forcing a sentence through gritted teeth, "Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know after you die. Those who died because of you are waiting for you in hell."

Ming Dailan was still trapped in her collapsed world, unable to clear her mind.

She had many questions to ask, but when she opened her mouth, she didn’t know where to start.

Everything seemed so powerless and impotent.

Why would Landis have any reason to deceive her?

When the memories sealed for eleven years were revisited, she then realized that everything was coincidentally terrifying.

Her preconceived notions had dominated all her reasoning and thought.

The person she hated was never supposed to be Shaoyan from the beginning.

At this moment, Ming Dailan absentmindedly thought of that play.

It was as if everything had been foretold.

Several lines continuously echoed in her ears:

——Why would he have any reason to harm your child.

——You never truly understood your son.

Ming Dailan’s breathing grew more and more rapid, too many unforeseen truths made her heart race and blood pressure soar.

In less than half a minute, Ming Dailan’s lips trembled, and she fainted on the sofa.

The room was deathly silent, Yin Mo’s expression remained indifferent, uninvolved.

Seeing Ming Dailan faint, she frowned slightly, and while calling out softly, she checked her breath.

Oh, not dead.

"Is it done?" At this time, Landis’s expression had completely settled.

Although his eyes were red, his emotions were not as intense as before.

Yin Mo glanced at Ming Dailan, thought for a moment, then nodded, "Come on, I’ll take you out first."

...

At the top floor, the rooftop.

Li Qiao stands alone in the night, gazing at the distant mountains, lost in thought.

Yin Mo pushes open the iron gate and smiles slightly when she sees Li Qiao’s silhouette, "Zai."

Landis also nods in greeting, "Miss Li."

Li Qiao turns around, her gaze caught by Landis’ blood-stained shoulder, she raises an eyebrow and asks, "Injured?"

"No." Landis tilts his head and glances, "It’s an old wound that reopened, it’s nothing serious."

Li Qiao nods knowingly, "Thanks for today."

Landis rolls his Adam’s apple, "About the promise you made to me before..."

"Someone will come to take you away later; from now on, live under an alias."

Landis purses his lips, "Thank you."

As they speak, the iron door at the back of the rooftop is pushed open, Little White Cow sticks his head in, "Landis, let’s go."

Landis looks at Li Qiao once more and performs a gentlemanly bow before leaving, "Goodbye."

Li Qiao smiles to see him off, and thus, Landis completely disappears from the entire border area.

Including his records at the British Imperial Statistical Bureau, which were stamped with the mark of death.

After Landis leaves, Li Qiao swallows and raises her dark, ink-like eyes to the night sky, "How did she react?"

Yin Mo walks to her side and looks up at the stars together, "It was a huge blow, she fainted."

"Huge, was it?" Li Qiao drags out her words softly, "This is just the beginning."

Compared to the torment Shang Yu has endured over the years, Ming Dailan has only just learned the truth.

At this moment, Yin Mo lowers his face and turns to look at Li Qiao’s supremely indifferent side profile, "Are you not going to meet her?"

Li Qiao curls her lips lightly, "Not yet. Making her believe Landis’s words wasn’t easy; if I show up, it might make her think I’m helping Shang Yu ’clear his name’. "

People always tend to find various reasons and excuses to absolve themselves at the moment they realize their mistakes.

So, from the beginning to the end, Li Qiao hasn’t come forward; she wants Ming Dailan to uncover the truth by herself.

Only when she sees it with her own eyes can everything be laid bare.

Otherwise, the effect will be halved.

Yin Mo understands, he reaches out and strokes Li Qiao’s head, teasing her softly, "If you meet her, it might increase her guilt."

"Guilt?" Li Qiao glances at her, curling her lips slightly, "Such a cheap thing—I don’t want it."

Can mere guilt offset what she’s done? If not, what’s the use?

Li Qiao exhales as she gazes into the night, turning her eyes to Yin Mo, "You should go back, her bodyguard will return soon, be careful."

Yin Mo nods, purses his lips, and before leaving, steps forward to hug Li Qiao, "You too."

...

After five minutes, Li Qiao makes a phone call and subsequently exits the rooftop, arriving at the floor where Bai Yan is located.

As she steps out of the elevator, Little White Tiger also pushes a food cart from the adjacent cabin, "Sis! Everything’s ready."

Li Qiao licks her lips and motions toward the other end of the corridor, "Follow me."

Soon, Little White Tiger pushes the food cart and knocks on the last suite’s door, "Hello, room service."

In an instant, the door is opened, and Little White Tiger looks up, bewildered.

Oh hell.

Isn’t this the subordinate of Brother Yan’s Black Daddy?

Wang Yue squints at Little White Tiger, then at the food cart, "Bring it in."

He doesn’t know who ordered the food; it might be those two masters.

Little White Tiger takes the chance to discreetly glance at the wall outside the door, seeing Li Qiao remain silent, he pushes the food cart in with a stiff resolve.

Damn, he didn’t bring a gun.

After Little White Tiger enters, Wang Yue closes the door behind him.

At this moment, Li Qiao leans against the wall, her right leg placed over her left, she retrieves a Sour Plum Box from her pocket and pops a slice into her mouth.

One, two, three...

She silently counts to three, and the door opens.

A familiar crisp scent permeates the air as Shang Yu saunters out.

The man is dressed in elegant black from head to toe, after stopping, he slowly turns his eyes, and the scene of Li Qiao leaning against the wall eating plums falls within his vista.

"Master Yan, the technique of moving in the dark, is it?"

Li Qiao hasn’t called him Master Yan for a long time, the playful yet unbridled tone paired with her bold and wanton gaze, is etched in Shang Yu’s eyes, softening his heart immensely.

With his arm pressed against the wall, he encircles her waist forcefully, drawing his darling wife into his embrace.

Shang Yu lowers his head, his brows and eyes tinged with laughter, "How did you find out?"

Li Qiao bites on the sour plum slice, giving him a fleeting glance, then pokes his chest with her finger, "If you wish that no one knows..."

The man presses his forehead against hers, the smile at his lips deepening, "Yes, my fault, shouldn’t have kept it from you."

Li Qiao lifts her chin, "Let go, go drink your soup."

In the room, Little White Tiger, who is still pushing the food cart, stands dumbfounded.

He never saw the pair embracing outside the door; instead, he stared dumbfounded at the four bowls of oxtail soup on the food cart.

What kind of constitution is this? Needing so much nourishing soup in the middle of the night?