The Favored Heiress
Chapter 868: Settling Accounts After Autumn

Chapter 868: Chapter 868: Settling Accounts After Autumn

Little White Tiger put down the oxtail soup and pushed the dining cart away stiffly.

He also saw K and Black Daddy hugging, ensuring a sleepless night.

In the suite, He Chen sat smoking outside on the balcony, while Wang Yue and Liuyun stood with their heads lowered in the corner, trying to minimize their presence.

The floor-to-ceiling window was half open. Li Qiao glanced at He Chen with a half-smile.

Shang Yu motioned for Li Qiao to sit down, then naturally closed the window to block the smoke with his long strides.

He Chen: "..."

Li Qiao crossed her legs, leaning against the armrest, silent with a rather arrogant expression.

Shang Yu gave Liuyun a look, and the latter understood, pulling Wang Yue with him to prepare to leave.

"Wait."

The two halted their steps, standing in the center of the living room, nodding in unison, "Madam."

Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at them, her gaze falling on Liuyun’s legs as she spoke softly, "Why were you hiding from me yesterday?"

Liuyun was the one who had seen Li Qiao in the business car, hurriedly retract his legs and hide.

If he hadn’t been so skittish, he wouldn’t have aroused Li Qiao’s suspicion.

Clearly guilty of a crime.

Liuyun cleared his throat, head down, "A reflex..."

Li Qiao, her expression indifferent, tapped her toes, "If you hadn’t hidden, I wouldn’t have noticed."

Wang Yue glanced at Liuyun, nudging his leg with his knee.

Shang Yu sat down deeply, his profound gaze sweeping over Liuyun with a deeper meaning.

Understood.

Madam was settling scores, starting with him.

Liuyun nodded in agreement with a mournful look, "Madam has sharp eyes."

Wang Yue, worried about getting himself into trouble, said his stomach hurt and quickly retreated.

A trace of a smile appeared in Li Qiao’s eyes. She looked back at the coffee table and gestured with her mouth, "Have some soup."

Shang Yu didn’t move, lightly brushing her cheek with the back of his hand, "Is everything done?"

Li Qiao turned her face away calmly and slowly threw out two words, "You guess."

She still didn’t know how much Shang Yu understood about the whole incident.

Before everything was settled, Li Qiao didn’t want to say too much.

...

On the other side, when Yin Mo returned to the room, she saw that Ming Dailan was already awake.

She stood before the window, her hair slightly disheveled, her silhouette exuding an indescribable desolation.

Yin Mo pursed her lips, cautiously testing, "Madam, are you okay?"

Ming Dailan remained silent, gazing at the night sky, no one knew what she was thinking.

Yin Mo walked over carefully, taking advantage of her height, and saw a face as pale as paper reflected in the glass.

Ming Dailan stayed silent, leaving Yin Mo unable to fathom her true thoughts, so she quietly stayed there with her.

Who knows how long it passed, perhaps a few minutes, or maybe less, when Ming Dailan’s lips moved, her voice hoarse, "What just happened?"

Yin Mo’s eyes flickered, her gaze dropping as she replied, "You fell asleep, nothing happened."

Ming Dailan’s eyes were dim, lifeless, devoid of all vitality and grace. She closed her eyes, her voice without any inflection, "Send him away, as far as possible."

"Okay."

At this point, Ming Dailan slowly turned around, her brows showing deep dejection, "Go out, do not disturb me before morning."

Yin Mo raised an eyebrow imperceptibly, "Madam, you..." don’t do anything rash.

Otherwise, Qi Zai’s arrangements will be wasted.

She never thought Ming Dailan was pitiful. Considering all these years of her actions at the Ducal Residence, she more than deserved what she got.

Ming Dailan seemed to know what she was going to say and waved her hand weakly, "Out."

Yin Mo had no choice but to leave, pausing slightly before closing the door, she seemed to hear Ming Dailan’s suppressed sobs.

She closed the door with an indifferent expression, thought for a moment standing in the hallway, sent a text to the bodyguard, then turned and returned to her room.

This afternoon the Ducal Residence had indeed secretly issued an order to hunt down Landis, but the message was intercepted halfway by Li Qiao, and Yin Mo provided false clues, which allowed Landis to evade those bodyguards.

...

The night was as thick as ink, and the corridor was silent.

Yin Mo walked out of the elevator, unhurriedly pulling out her room card.

Her room was a standard one, in an unfavorable location, and when she opened the door, she could smell the mustiness of the damp carpet.

The orange light leaking from the corridor elongated Yin Mo’s shadow. She closed the door behind her and didn’t plan to turn on the light, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Who?"

Someone was in the room.

Because besides the musty smell, there was an unfamiliar tobacco scent.

Yin Mo was on high alert, cautiously moving back. Just as she reached out to turn on the light, a warm palm suddenly gripped her wrist.

She counterattacked with her free hand, but the opponent pulled down on her wrist, causing her to stumble forward, crashing directly into the person’s arms.

The familiar scent both startled her and made her question why she was familiar with his scent.

"Honey, so enthusiastic?"

He Chen pulled her wrist to his waist, wrapping his other arm around Yin Mo, pressing her against the wall.

Yin Mo’s scalp tingled, and the dim night had already heightened her senses.

Pressed closely by He Chen, the two were almost snugly embraced.

Especially He Chen’s breath, cascading by Yin Mo’s ear, made her heart flutter anxiously.

"Let go." Yin Mo coldly murmured, the overly intimate contact intensifying her struggle.

He Chen ignored her words, instead tightening his embrace, pressing her more firmly into his chest, his playful tone carrying a warning, "If you want me to take you, just keep twisting."

Yin Mo stopped moving.

That helplessness in front of He Chen overtook her again.

In terms of shamelessness, if He Chen claimed second, no one would dare claim first.

Yin Mo stiffened her back against the wall, attempting to convey her resistance through her body language.

"So obedient." He Chen leaned over, glancing down at Yin Mo through the dim light outside the window. She was still as beautiful as ever, despite not seeing her for some time.

He pinched her cheek, his gaze lingering on her lips, "Have you eaten?"

Suspicious, Yin Mo lifted her head, "What for..."

The remaining words were blocked by He Chen’s lips.

This kind of carefree man never allows himself to be wronged.

After tasting countless women, he still found Yin Mo most to his liking.

He Chen was skilled at kissing, and to Yin Mo, he interpreted any resistance as playing hard to get.

Moreover, all of Yin Mo’s kissing experiences came from He Chen. In no time, her entire body softened, her senses riding the waves of He Chen’s teasing.

Only when He Chen released her did Yin Mo realize she was clutching his neck at some point.

As she attempted to withdraw her hands, He Chen stopped her. As he wiped the moisture from her lips, he lowered his head to plant two more quick kisses, "Come on, keep me company for a late-night snack."