Chapter 183: Chapter 183: It’s Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea rchant She Has Always Liked Chapter 183: Chapter 183: It’s Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea rchant She Has Always Liked From a distance, Wang Yue and the others watched the scene unfold without blinking.
Each of them had a look of relief on their faces.
Finally, the darkness that had been a constant presence by the Overlord of the South Sea was gone.
Miss Li was that unexpected splash of color that had descended upon them.
Ultimately, Shang Yu still didn’t take Li Qiao into the world behind that iron door.
As for the man who had been shot and fallen to the ground, after they left, he was dragged back by Wang Yue and Liuyun.
He wasn’t going to die, at worst he would have lost too much blood.
Li Qiao had discreetly paid attention to where the man was injured when Shang Yu fired the gun.
He had deliberately avoided hitting any vital points, and the subsequent three shots were all aid at the man’s shinbone.
But those legs, they were certainly ruined.
…
Back at the Mansion, after taking a bath, both of them simultaneously found themselves returning to the living room.
With her hair half-dry, Li Qiao stood at the entrance to the living room, gazing at Shang Yu’s figure with stars in her eyes.
The heavy rain had just stopped, water on the windows traced its way down leaving trails behind.
The light of the lamps flickered, and they both took their seats one after the other.
There were already two steaming cups of ginger tea on the coffee table.
Dressed in a white robe, Li Qiao sat beside Shang Yu, crossing her legs and revealing her pale ankles.
Her eyes were clear, breaking the silence, “Master Yan, why did you let see all this tonight?”
Was he waiting for this very mont when he previously said ‘it was not yet the ti’?
At that mont, Shang Yu’s adam’s apple bobbed slightly, he glanced sideways, his deep gaze locking onto her cheeks, “Since you’re thinking of leaving the Yan Emperor, it’s only right that you know…
what kind of person I really am.”
Indeed, the probing words Li Qiao had said earlier had uncontrollably fernted so of his emotions, which is why he lost control at the entrance to the Secret Hall.
Still, fearing that he would scare her, he intentionally avoided hitting the man’s vitals when he fired,
At the sound, Li Qiao blinked, bowed her head with a smile playing at her lips, and said with straightforwardness, “Does it make any difference?
No matter what you are like, you are still you!”
He was the Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea rchant she had always liked.
So, there really was no difference.
Looking at Li Qiao’s candid honesty, Shang Yu pursed his lips and sighed, lifting his hand to gently caress the back of her neck, his voice warm with a magnetic pull, “To think like that, I seem to have a guilty conscience.”
Li Qiao glanced at him, playfully arching an eyebrow, “Indeed, just a little.”
It seed he really didn’t have enough faith in her!
The man’s low, slow laughter erged from his thin lips, his expression pleased, “Were you scared tonight?”
“Hmm, at first I didn’t know why you were taking to the valley, but…” Li Qiao’s words trailed off briefly as she reclined comfortably on the sofa, “you asked twice if I was afraid, and I sort of guessed your intention then.”
He, after all, never said anything directly, always choosing to test her acceptance level through actual actions.
Thankfully, the outco wasn’t too bad.
Observing her bold eyes and brows, Shang Yu’s hand descended to her shoulder, gently tugging until he pulled her into his embrace and whispered, “It won’t happen again.”
His tone was serious, like a promise, like a resolve.
At that ti, Li Qiao tilted her head to rest on his shoulder, twirling the robe’s tie around her finger, pondering for a mont before saying frankly, “Master Yan, I really can’t continue my internship at Yan Emperor.”
Having spoken this decision, she was prepared to leave.
Shang Yu responded indifferently, his palm stroking her slender shoulders, his gaze drifting out the window, “Because of the laboratory?”
He clearly knew everything.
Li Qiao didn’t hide anything, nodding firmly, “The laboratory decided to set up a project team, and since it was I who introduced Guan Mingyu’s strange illness to the lab, it would really be unbecoming of to not participate.”
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