In the evening, Yin Mo returned to the mansion alone.
She walked into the guest room; after being away for a few days, it felt vaguely empty and unfamiliar.
Yin Mo sat by the bed and turned on her phone screen, feeling an indescribable lancholic regret.
She sent a WeChat ssage to He Chen, but after a few hours, he still hadn’t replied.
Perhaps... he’s still busy.
Yin Mo didn’t have much ti to dwell on matters of the heart; she quietly packed her luggage and imdiately left the guest room to find Li Qiao.
...
anwhile, a private flight from Parma arrived at Naypyidaw Airport in the capital of Myanmar.
Shang Zonghai, dressed in a silver-gray Tang suit, was gently rubbing the Buddha beads in his hand as he descended the gangway unhurriedly.
Less than a week remained until the grand wedding celebration of Prince Wu Lv’s daughter in Myanmar, but Naypyidaw City was already heavily guarded, with military and police patrol cars spotted everywhere to safeguard the event.
At the foot of the gangway, the Personal Guards were lined up on both sides, and at the very front stood Prince Wu Lv himself to welco the guests.
Upon seeing Shang Zonghai, Wu Lv quickly moved forward, a hint of excitent in his deanor, "Elder Shang, long ti no see."
Shang Zonghai shook hands with him, briefly glancing at the Personal Guards behind him with amusent, "Didn’t I say to keep everything simple? Why the grand spectacle?"
"It’s rare for you to return to Myanmar, so we couldn’t be too frugal." Wu Lv fell slightly behind to accompany Shang Zonghai as they walked forward, "Besides, given your status, you should’ve brought an honor guard, this is already quite low-key."
Shang Zonghai tilted his head, patted Wu Lv’s arm, "You old rascal, always making a mountain out of a molehill."
Wu Lv, as a prince in Myanmar, imrsed in such a high status for years, naturally carried an imposing aura.
However, walking beside Shang Zonghai, his aura seed diminished.
Even though the Personal Guards kept a straight gaze, everyone could clearly feel Wu Lv’s deliberate humility in front of Shang Zonghai.
Who on earth is this person?
Not only does he receive the courtesy of Prince Wu Lv, but he also speaks fluent Burse, almost without any foreign accent.
Shang Zonghai, with Wei Ang and others, got into the exclusive motorcade of Prince Wu Lv, and as the line of dignitary vehicles left the airport, customs imdiately cleared the way.
Wu Lv sat beside Shang Zonghai, occasionally explaining the changes in Myanmar over the past few years along the way.
The neon lights outside the window reflected off Shang Zonghai’s glasses as he fiddled with the Buddha beads, appearing calm and collected yet slightly profound.
At this mont, Wu Lv inadvertently brought the conversation to Li Qiao, "It’s quite a coincidence, I originally didn’t know Qiaoqiao was your daughter-in-law, it was only after eting in the British Imperial with Shaoyan that I found out he was your son."
"Oh?" Shang Zonghai withdrew his gaze from the street, glancing sideways at Wu Lv, "You’ve t Shaoyan?"
"We had a brief encounter." Wu Lv said, his gaze distant as he recalled, "At first, I thought he specially learned Burse for Qiaoqiao, but since he’s your son, it’s not surprising he knows Burse."
Shang Zonghai’s lips curled into a faint smile, with the neon lights flickering in the car, his face alternately highlighted and shadowed, "Who else knows about my visit to Myanmar?"
"Currently no one, you didn’t say to inform them, if necessary..."
Shang Zonghai raised his hand, "No need to inform for now."
The deputy of the Personal Guards, driving the car, witnessed Wu Lv nodding respectfully to Shang Zonghai through the rearview mirror.
Wu Lv said, "I’ve prepared a separate residence for you, if you blatantly visit your mansion, your trip to Myanmar might beco known."
Shang Zonghai rubbed the Buddha beads, nodding with satisfaction, "Hmm, let’s go to the separate residence then, as you suggested."
...
The grand welco of Shang Zonghai upon his arrival in Myanmar, escorted by Wu Lv and the Personal Guards, was relayed back to the South Sea in less than two hours.
At eight o’clock dostic ti, Li Qiao finished a call and fell into contemplation.
Uncle Wu is one of the only three remaining princes in Myanmar, with an absolutely prestigious identity and status.
The last person for whom Uncle Wu personally ca to welco was the highest leader of Myanmar.
Li Qiao squinted her eyes, her gaze turned playful.
Shortly after, she finished her tasks, looked down at her watch, her gaze froze, and her thoughts drifted to Shang Yu.
Li Qiao was already wearing the latest model of a tech watch, a rarity for Shang Yu, who seldom wore watches, but he too had one on his wrist.
She brushed her fingers over the smooth watch face and then opened the drawer in the lower right corner, inside were experintal dicines for ntal illnesses.
They had few side effects and the dication was gentle.
Last night, she hesitated whether to discuss Shang Yu’s condition with him, but several tis he interrupted her.
The man seed to know what she wanted to say, always gently intercepting her words.
Li Qiao felt helpless, unable to be too frank.
Shang Yu’s pride was evident; he understood his condition better than anyone else, yet in front of her, he held onto his fragile dignity, not wanting her to worry.
Li Qiao slowly closed the drawer, lowered her eyes, and couldn’t help but sigh softly.
...
The next day, Li Qiao visited the Li family villa.
Li Guangming was not there, only Duan Shuyuan watched TV idly.
At this, she heard Li Qiao’s words and was full of surprise, "You’re going out on New Year’s Day?"
Li Qiao nodded lightly, "Not for long, maybe... back in about a week."
Duan Shuyuan’s mouth turned downwards, sowhat reluctantly murmuring, "This is your first ti not being ho for New Year’s Day. What about Shaoyan? Is he going with you?"
"Hmm, he’s going as well."
Duan Shuyuan glanced at the kitchen, sighed softly, "Just be careful on your own, it’s busy during New Year’s Day, and you’re pregnant, try to avoid crowded places, understand?"
Li Qiao nodded obediently, then chatted with Duan Shuyuan for a while before getting up and heading to the guest room.
It was already ten thirty in the morning, and Li San had just woken up.
He sat at the corner of the bed, shirtless, smoking, his hair ssy, and looking sowhat dazed.
Li Qiao knocked on the door, Li San, cigarette in mouth, picked up a robe to throw over his shoulders, opened the door, leaning against the fra, "Oh, a rare guest."
"Put on so clothes."
Li Qiao’s gaze casually swept over him, then turned away.
Li San laughed indulgently, muttering through the cigarette, "Back at the border, those young punks were always shirtless, never heard you telling them to put on..."
Before he finished, Li San noticed Li Qiao’s calm and mild gaze glance at his chest.
Li San looked down, fell silent.
He awkwardly turned his back, put on the robe, tied the belt, and deliberately adjusted his collar, then changed the topic, "Leaving tomorrow?"
Li Qiao looked at him, half-smiling, didn’t respond but asked instead, "Is Nan Xin in there?"
Li San frowned, "No, are you looking for or her?"
Li Qiao didn’t speak, gave him a aningful look at his well-covered chest.
Those three scratch marks were quite conspicuous.
After a while, Li San finished washing up, changed into a shirt and slacks, and went to the sunroom on the second floor to find Li Qiao.
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