The Favored Heiress
Chapter 874: Are You Reasoning with Me?

Chapter 874: Chapter 874: Are You Reasoning with Me?

Bai Yan appeared in time, standing near the North District and surveying the surroundings.

The ground was littered with wounded soldiers, most of it the handiwork of Liuyun and Wang Yue.

At this moment, Li Qiao looked up, casually curling her lips, "What are you doing here?"

Bai Yan kicked aside an arm blocking his path, ignoring the other’s wails, and looked askance at Li Qiao, "Besides cleaning up the mess, what else can I do?"

Na Ji, this person, cannot die.

At least not at the border.

Li Qiao put down her leg and stood up, walking unhurriedly to Shang Yu, her slender white fingers pressing on his wrist, "Are you tired?"

He Chen, having just finished off the last thug: "??"

He tossed the thug’s collar behind him, brushing the creases on his shirt, "Sister-in-law, did you ask the wrong person?"

Did Shaoyan even make a move? They agreed on a seventy-thirty split, but all he did was kick Na Ji once, how could he be tired.

Li Qiao gave He Chen a faint glance, then refocused her gaze intently on Shang Yu’s face, her fingers sliding down intending to take the submachine gun from him.

She wasn’t sure if Shang Yu’s mania had flared up; as long as the gun was in his hand, it was a potential risk.

With a gentle tug, the man released his grip, promptly throwing the submachine gun in an arc onto the roof of the jeep.

Shang Yu slightly closed his eyes, concealing the deep and dark coldness beneath them.

Bai Yan approached the two, looking down at Na Ji, "Did Bai Mingyin send you?"

Na Ji cautiously glanced at Shang Yu, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he addressed Bai Yan, "Master Bai, do you intend to involve yourself in private vendettas too?"

Bai Yan nudged his cheek, letting out a sinister laugh, "Are you trying to reason with me?"

Na Ji said nothing, his eyes darting around as if plotting a strategy.

Li Qiao tilted her head towards Bai Yan, "You know him?"

"Not well." Bai Yan caught the displeasure hidden in Li Qiao’s eyes, further explaining, "I’ll explain it to you later."

At some point, He Chen dragged a chair behind them, watching the drama unfold, then added fuel to the fire, "That chubby kid just said he wants to take Li Qiao away."

Bai Yan turned, his face darkening a bit.

He Chen met his gaze, raising his eyebrows: "Oh, he said he wants to take her to mess around."

"Take away?"

"Mess around?"

Bai Yan slowly repeated twice, then glancing back at Na Ji’s flickering gaze, realized He Chen wasn’t lying.

He stepped forward, hands in his pockets, slightly leaning over, "Who do you want to mess with?"

Na Ji, with his back against the car hood, could retreat no further. He glanced at Li Qiao hurriedly, forcing a laugh, "Master Bai, it’s all a mis... ah."

"I’m going to mess you up!" Bai Yan grabbed Na Ji by the collar, lifting and slamming him hard onto the car hood.

Everyone: "..."

Is this what you call cleaning up a mess?

Na Ji was also dazed by the slam, his collar tightly grasped by Bai Yan, wanting to cry but having no tears.

How could Shang Shaoyan possibly know Master Bai?

Bai Yan was clearly angered, punching Na Ji on both sides of his face, mercilessly.

The entire North District fell eerily silent as everyone watched Bai Yan brutally beat the chubby kid who drove in with a Myanmar military vehicle plate.

Li Qiao held Shang Yu’s hand, standing not far observing, until she saw Na Ji barely breathing, she gently reminded, "Isn’t he not supposed to be killed? That’s enough."

Shang Yu had said, this person was still useful.

Bai Yan’s fist paused, grabbing his collar with one hand and shaking him, "Who am I?"

"Master... Bai..."

Na Ji hummed in a nasal tone with his bruised face, Bai Yan contentedly released him, patting his face, "Remember, I did this today, tell the truth when you go back, understood?"

"Understood..."

Bai Yan released him, looking towards Shang Yu, raising his eyebrows, "Let him go?"

"You meddle too much." Shang Yu glanced at him, his deep eyes filled with gloom and displeasure, signaling Liuyun with a look, who immediately strode forward, walked to Na Ji’s side, and pulled off the ring from his little finger.

Liuyun wiped the ring on his sleeve, then walked to Li Qiao, presenting it with both hands, "Madam, the ring you wanted."

Li Qiao examined it for a few moments, her thumb rubbing the pattern, a knowing smile appearing on her lips, "Return it to him."

No wonder a small-time thug had the guts to bother Shang Yu.

The totem on this ring was the emblem of Myanmar’s Bai family.

...

In less than ten minutes, Na Ji and his men fled in disgrace.

Meanwhile, not far away, a miniature camera hidden in someone’s hand silently recorded the entire process.

The group returned to the hotel, and Li Qiao went to the bedroom with Shang Yu in tow.

He Chen and Bai Yan sat smoking on the balcony.

"What’s Na Ji’s background?"

He Chen crossed his ankle over his knee, leaning back lazily, exhaling smoke.

He hadn’t seen anyone dare to speak so boldly in front of Shaoyan for years.

Na Ji was insignificant, the root was the person behind him.

Bai Yan bit the cigarette butt, slightly squinting, his sharp contours blurred by the white smoke, "An assistant to Myanmar’s highest commander, Bai Mingyin."

He Chen tapped off the ash, "Got any connections?"

"Not really." Bai Yan raised an eyebrow, musing before saying, "Owed a favor, this was a chance to repay it."

He Chen glanced him up and down, smiling slyly, "You’re quite the honorable one."

Bai Yan exhaled a puff of smoke, shooting him a sideways look, "You’ll die from talking too much someday!"

They exchanged only a few words before the bickering began.

On the other side, Li Qiao, held Shang Yu’s hand as they sat on the bed, thoroughly scrutinizing his eyes and brows.

The man’s handsome face revealed nothing, always aloof and noble, except for those excessively black eyes, seemingly hiding an endless abyss.

"Three years ago, did you come to Dian City for business?"

Shang Yu responded, turning his gaze her way, a faint, indistinct smile forming at his lips, "What else?"

Li Qiao pressed her lips, brushing her nails lightly, "Oh."

The man’s eyes slightly darkened, his lips also lowering slightly, "Suspecting I hurt Xiao Yehui?"

"No." Li Qiao cleared her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I was just thinking, since we were both at the border three years ago, could we have met earlier?"

Li Qiao didn’t have that deep of an impression of Shang Yu.

But with the timing so coincidental, she couldn’t help but speculate a little.

The man gazed intently at Li Qiao, bending his fingers to caress her cheek, his eyes deepening, "Why not ask about Xiao Yehui?"

"Why would I ask him?" Li Qiao raised an eyebrow in counter-question, utterly calm, "It wasn’t you who did it."

Shang Yu let out a soft laugh from his throat, "So sure?"

"Mm." Li Qiao clutched his fingers, "You wouldn’t leave loose ends for yourself."

Saying this, she murmured with a reflective expression, "Three years ago you were at the border, and the Seven Sons had an incident on the same day. Zuo Tang had told me, it was... Ming Dailan who took the heavily injured Xiao Yehui away.

I initially thought it was because of the old house miscarriage incident, but now... did someone set him up, making them think you blew off Xiao Yehui’s arm?"