This woman Yin Lao Er is really asking for it.
He Chen is a man of action, especially lately when Yin Mo has provoked him several tis.
Thinking of this, he picked up the phone and called He Ao, "Go, send soone to bring Yin Mo to Parma for ."
"Huh?" He Ao, busy all day in the casino, couldn’t help but mutter at his brother’s sudden request, "Big brother, I’m short on manpower. She’s a grown woman, isn’t she brave enough to go out on her own?"
He Chen’s face darkened, "Are you giving crap again?"
He Ao let out a long sigh, "Got it, I’ll send soone over tomorrow."
"Go now," He Chen snorted coldly and added, "Also, settle her parents in before bringing her out."
He Ao cursed under his breath as he hung up the phone, thinking his big brother had been a bit too fixated lately; it’s been two or three months, why hasn’t he changed partners yet?!
Though he thought so, He Ao didn’t dare delay his big brother’s business.
He grabbed his keys, got in the car, and following He Chen’s instructions, first arranged for Yin Mo’s parents, then had his n buy an extra-large colored gift box with ribbons. Not knowing what it was for, he went ahead with sending Yin Mo out of the South Sea on a midnight flight.
...
The next day, Liuyun brought Mo Jue to Parma and upon learning that Li Qiao was in the hospital, had Liuyun take her there.
At this mont, Mo Jue, wearing a small felt hat, sat in the passenger seat urging through the window, "Liuyun, drive faster."
She hadn’t seen her sister in ages. She’d heard big things happened in Myanmar, but was sent back to the South Sea without seeing anyone.
Mo Jue missed Li Qiao; if it weren’t for her boss keeping her ho lately, she’d have gone out searching already.
In the hospital, Shang Yu was undergoing deep hypnosis therapy.
Li Qiao was in the ward flipping through the diagnosis report from the past two days for Luo Xi.
The report showed that Shang Yu had an extre lack of security in his heart. The incident in his teens had left an indelible impact.
Even after so many years, he still harbored undisclosed pain and anxiety deep inside.
The damage Ming Dailan caused him was not only a lack of security, but also led to his lack of confidence and self-doubt.
Over ti, Shang Yu had unknowingly transferred such insecurity and lack of confidence onto Li Qiao.
So much so that he obsessively believed every ti Li Qiao got hurt, it was his fault.
Li Qiao finished the dozen or so pages of report and abruptly closed the folder.
Her eyes brewed with hostility intertwined with heartache.
Ming Dailan, what right does she have to live out her life in peace?!
Li Qiao’s emotional change was so obvious that it was hard to ignore.
He Chen sensed the fluctuation in her aura and narrowed his eyes playfully, "Are you... wanting to kill soone?"
Li Qiao closed her eyes and said in a strained voice, "Did we talk before about how long the treatnt would take?"
"Lih Yun said three months is the base," He Chen crossed his ankle over his knee, "but... according to Luo Xi, about a month should be enough."
Li Qiao held the report tightly, speaking slowly, "Can hypnosis make Shaoyan completely forget Ming Dailan?"
Ming Dailan doesn’t deserve to live in his mories.
Not even in life or death.
He Chen wiggled his toes, teasing, "Watching too much TV? If hypnosis were so powerful, I’d conquer the world tomorrow."
Li Qiao tossed the report aside expressionlessly, "I’m going out for a walk."
"Sister-in-law," He Chen suddenly called out. Li Qiao stopped but didn’t turn back.
He Chen dropped his playful act, his deanor becoming much more serious, "As long as you’re with Shaoyan, Ming Dailan’s influence on him will fade sooner or later."
Li Qiao took a deep breath, "Mm, it will."
She stepped out of the ward, not seeing He Chen’s slight smile.
Perhaps Li Qiao hadn’t even realized herself that she had completely erged from the depression and lethargy of the past period.
She was Shaoyan’s salvation, and Shaoyan was the only redy that could stir her emotions.
The two of them were made for each other; no one else could compare.
...
Half an hour later, Shang Yu finished his treatnt, and Li Qiao also went to the therapy room.
Luo Xi was feeling a bit dizzy; the process of psychotherapy was intricate and ntally exhausting.
Especially since Shang Shaoyan was highly vigilant, each ti it took nearly half an hour to get him to relax completely.
Luo Xi went out to the garden outside the building and sat on a bench, closing her eyes to relax.
During the treatnt, she had indeed uncovered many secrets.
What shocked her most was Shang Shaoyan’s feelings for Li Qiao.
In his subconscious, there was a well-behaved girl who appeared frequently.
Every ti he closed his eyes and said her na, Luo Xi could read a sense of tenderness from the man’s facial expressions.
Being n of Shang’s, his son... truly was dedicated.
Luo Xi’s eyelids fluttered, a faint sneer hanging on her lips.
Before long, she felt the light in front of her dim as if soone had blocked the sunlight.
Luo Xi squinted and lifted her eyes; the person tily spoke, "Miss Luo, you’ve worked hard. Would you like so milk tea?"
It was Wei Ang.
Luo Xi lowered her gaze, saw the milk tea takeaway in his hand, and smiled warmly, shaking her head, "Thank you, I don’t drink milk tea."
She hadn’t had milk tea in ten years, not a single drop.
Wei Ang awkwardly laughed with the milk tea cup in hand, "Well... I don’t drink milk tea either, so I’ll just have to throw it away."
Luo Xi gestured to the side, "The trash can’s over there."
Wei Ang, here on orders: "..."
"Miss Luo, won’t you try it?" Wei Ang was persistent; he had seen Luo Xi years ago, and back then, she always had milk tea.
The sir had sent him to the hospital to check things out, subtly hinting not to neglect Luo Xi.
Wei Ang was the only one aware of the entanglents between Shang Zonghai and Luo Xi.
But alas, his flattery seed to have gone to waste.
Luo Xi looked at the logo on the milk tea cup, and politely reached out her hand, "Give it to ."
Wei Ang handed it over with both hands, "This milk tea is the sa as before... uh..."
Halfway through his words, he watched in stunned silence as Luo Xi picked up the milk tea and walked towards the trash can.
It was ant for you to drink, not to throw away.
Unsuccessful, Wei Ang dared not agitate her further and quickly bid farewell before turning to leave.
Luo Xi returned to the bench, watching Wei Ang’s retreating figure with no particular expression, then withdrew her gaze.
Milk tea, much like traditional Chinese dicine, was sothing she wouldn’t touch once she said she wouldn’t.
A sixteen-year age gap, perhaps, was an insurmountable chasm.
Who would want him as an elder...
Luo Xi never lacked elders in her life.
Which elder would abandon her after taking what he wanted, fleeing like a coward without a trace?
Everyone said Shang Zonghai was domineering in his youth, Parma’s most tyrannical nobleman.
They said he was single-minded, loving only Ming Dailan for years.
But to Luo Xi, it was all just exaggerated rumors.
The dical forum ten years ago was both the starting point and the endpoint.
Could a man like Shang Zonghai lack won around him?
No, he just hid it well.
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