Chapter 605: Chapter 605: Marquis Lawrence Chapter 605: Chapter 605: Marquis Lawrence “Otherwise?” the man asked indifferently.
Jin Rong chuckled twice, lifting his eyebrows as he looked toward the reddish sea surface, “You’re worried about the kid going back to fetch my vase, stirring up unnecessary strife again.
I’ve heard about the ss you guys caused in the underground market.
I hear that the people from Dan Ying are all over the place looking for you.
It’s a good thing you’ve been with these past few days, otherwise it would have been annoying.”
Shang Yu looked down at the flickering cigarette end, his thin lips curving into a sharp arc, “Trouble always gets solved.”
Jin Rong, licking his back teeth, laughed softly, his gaze lingering on the man’s stern and piercing eyes, “Don’t worry about this little thing.
I promised the kid I’d go the Border Factory to sign a contract.
I’ve been idle for too long, it’s about ti to have so fun with them.”
Soone had hurt his goddaughter, and he was ready to go and collect so interest.
…
After dinner, Jin Rong returned to his main island.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu were taking a walk by the sea, enjoying the rare tranquility of recent days, as even the passage of ti seed to slow down.
As the evening approached, the sound of the waves was incessant.
A series of vibrating alerts from a phone erged from his pocket.
Li Qiao took it out and saw it was eight incoming transfer ssages, each amount around five million.
Transferor: Li Yan.
Why was her second brother suddenly transferring money to her?
Li Qiao looked at her phone in confusion while at the sa ti, Shang Yu also received a phone call.
The sea breeze was strong, and the content was not clear, but the familiar tone of reporting seed to be Luoyu’s.
On that end, whatever Luoyu had said, the man’s handso cheeks suddenly covered with gloom.
“What’s wrong?” Li Qiao scrutinized his expression, feeling that it wasn’t a good sign.
Shang Yu gathered his composure and looked down at her, “Nothing.
Are you tired?”
Li Qiao looked at him, and after three seconds, tilted her head toward the villa, “Yes, a bit.
Let’s head back.”
The man promptly took her hand and moved towards the villa with an unusually quick pace for the short distance.
Li Qiao didn’t know what news had been conveyed in that phone call.
He didn’t say, she didn’t ask, just waited and watched.
Once they returned to the living room on the first floor, Shang Yu instructed Luoyu to get her so dicine, then headed to the study in the side hall.
Li Qiao watched his retreating figure, her eyes flickering.
The docunt and the dal were still on the coffee table, but Shang Yu hadn’t seen them.
Soon, Luoyu ca with a bowl of dicine.
Li Qiao took it with thanks, and then, as if it were an afterthought, she asked, “I haven’t seen Liuyun around recently, what’s going on?”
Luoyu replied with a blank expression, “He hasn’t co to the border.
Perhaps the boss assigned him another task.”
In truth, they had no idea what Liuyun was up to.
Li Qiao nodded thoughtfully, indicating she understood.
After a while, bored, she played a few rounds of a ga.
After exiting the app, she dialed her second brother Li Yan’s number.
Once the call connected, Li Qiao got straight to the point, “Why are you sending money?”
Li Yan boasted rather proudly, “Of course, it’s the money your second brother made for you.
Don’t ntion it, just keep it.”
Li Qiao stayed quiet, waiting for him to go on.
Soon after, Li Yan began to prattle on about nothing in particular.
To sum it all up, the batch of paintings he took from Elegant Villa Garden, so of them were not very valuable for collecting.
It so happened that there was an auction in Myanmar recently, so he sent all those paintings to be auctioned off.
The money he had transferred to Li Qiao was all from the auction.
Li Yan had a great deal of confidence in his knowledge of art.
The return on investnt for those paintings wasn’t high, and it was better off to send them to the auction to make a small profit.
“Oh, got it, next ti you don’t need to give it to , keep it for yourself.”
Li Qiao replied indifferently and, without caring what Li Yan thought, she hung up the phone.
…
Half an hour later, Shang Yu walked out of the study.
The scent of smoke was strong on him, and a faint wrinkle spread between his brows.
He strode over to Li Qiao and raised his eyebrows to ask, “Have you taken your dicine?”
Li Qiao nodded, pulling the corner of her mouth toward the coffee table, “It’s your compensation.”
Actually, she had thought about returning to the South Sea before giving the identity papers to Shang Yu.
But lately, his mood was low, and he always concealed a fraction of repression.
Although nobody ntioned what happened on the night of his illness, it seed he was still preoccupied with it.
At this mont, a ripple crossed Shang Yu’s dark eyes as his gaze landed on the logo of the docunt envelope.
With a single glance, he recognized it as the symbol of the Marquisate of the British Empire.
Picking up the docunt, the man flipped through it for a few seconds, with a smile spreading across his previously somber expression, “Marquis Lawrence?”
Leaning against the arm of the sofa, Li Qiao spoke frankly, “It was a bit difficult to get the British Imperial Duke title, so… getting a marquis title to play with isn’t bad either.”
As she spoke, she picked up the box of dals from the table and handed it to Shang Yu, teasing with a smile, “Here, Marquis Lawrence, please accept this with a smile.”
Yes.
The compensation that Li Qiao gave to Shang Yu was the identity of Marquis Lawrence of the British Empire, along with the deed to Lawrence Manor.
It may have been a step below the ducal status of the Chairman Family, but at least it gave Shang Yu a place in the British Imperial.
What others had, her man must have, too.
At that mont, Shang Yu closed the docunt and casually placed it on the corner of the table, the next second hooking his arm around Li Qiao’s shoulder, and bending over to pull her into his embrace.
He kissed her cheek, his voice a bit muffled and husky, “When did you prepare this?”
Li Qiao thought for a mont, “Quite a while ago, I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t have the identity dal until now.”
She was worried that sothing might go wrong in the middle, and if she told him too early it would have been like boasting without certainty.
Hearing this, Shang Yu tightened his embrace.
Her casual narration didn’t hint at whether the process of obtaining the title was arduous or easy.
A British Imperial title, unless there is absolute power or royal connections, would never be inherited by soone outside the family.
As far as he knew, the Lawrence marquisate was a real noble family.
…
In the deep of night, after the clouds and rain had passed, Li Qiao fell into a deep sleep, wrapped in her blanket.
Ever since they ca to the border, they hadn’t been intimate for a while.
Perhaps it was the rank of marquis that stimulated the man’s nerves; he struggled to control his desire tonight and beca imrsed with Li Qiao for a long ti.
Her side injury was still there, so Shang Yu was exceptionally gentle tonight.
Gentle movents, slow pace, not overbearing, not aggressive, he was uncharacteristically gentle, which tornted Li Qiao and left her even more exhausted.
Because he was mindful of her waist… several tis he had placed her on top.
Now, the hands of the clock had made two rounds, and the ti was three o’clock in the morning.
Near the landing pad, Jin Rong wearing flashy beach shorts and flip-flops, stood before Shang Yu with a serious expression, “I will try to keep her busy for you, you need to wrap things up quickly back in the South Sea.”
“Mm, give her sothing to do, don’t let her leave Wenxi Island in the next few days.” The man’s gaze sharply swept over Luoyu, “You stay.”
Luoyu nodded, “Yes, boss.”
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