The Favored Heiress-Chapter 1297: Supreme

Shang Lu held his little niece Shang Qi, feeling both like crying and laughing.

In nearly thirty years of his life, he had already made plans for the rest of it.

Unexpectedly, this mysterious illness actually ’self-healed’.

Shang Lu looked at his little niece with reddened eyes, trembling fingers poking her face again and again.

Mostly because he didn’t dare to touch for too long, fearing the illness might strike again.

Then, the little girl in his arms was taken away by a pair of big hands descending from above.

Shang Lu looked up in dissatisfaction, within his view, Shang Yu encircled Shang Qi with one hand, glancing at him with full pressure.

Nearby, Shang Zonghai stood still, focusing on Shang Lu, not yet speaking, when his silly son sprang up from the ground.

He Chen, who was observing all along, also raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Really recovered?"

Meanwhile, Shang Lu’s mood was hard to calm down, upon seeing Li Qiao’s figure, he hurried over, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, are you the one who cured my illness... Ugh..."

Before he could finish speaking, the situation quickly turned worse.

Shang Lu had just reached Li Qiao, intending to shake her hand to express gratitude, but as soon as his fingers touched her wrist, the symptoms of vomiting and rash recurred.

Shang Zonghai pursed his lips profoundly, then glanced at Housekeeper Xiao, who promptly ran to fetch the herbal pack to relieve allergies.

At this point, Shang Lu looked pale and bewildered, "Sister-in-law, I, she, you..."

Is this damn illness really getting better or not?

Shang Lu, unwilling to give in, went back to his little niece, intending to poke her two more times and test again.

"Go wash your hands." Shang Yu said coldly, his body blocking Shang Lu’s reach.

Shang Lu remained still but stared directly at Shang Qi, "Brother, I’m immune to Yunxi..."

Instantly, Shang Zonghai, Li Qiao, and a few others surrounded him, afraid they wouldn’t believe him, he looked around and saw He Yanmo standing beside Yin Mo.

He steadied himself, grabbed her little hand resolutely, then...

"Ugh—"

In the room, silence fell.

He Yanmo looked at Shang Lu who ran out to vomit with confusion, "What’s wrong with Uncle?"

"Sweetheart, he’s sick, don’t mind him."

He Chen bent down intending to hug her for comfort, but He Yanmo puckered her lips and turned to find Shang Yin, "Brother, I want to wash my hands..."

After a long silence, Yin Mo teasingly laughed, "Honey, look, Momo really clings to Yi Bao."

He Chen raised his head and closed his eyes briefly, truly a perfect wife, her heart is as big as a boat.

Shang Lu’s illness seemed better but not completely cured.

To be precise, he was only immune to his little niece Shang Qi.

Shang Lu was hardly convinced, until he washed his face and returned to Shang Yu, cautiously reaching out to Shang Qi, not only did he have no adverse reactions, even the itchy rash seemed to recede slightly.

He suspected it was psychological, but the little niece was indeed the only female he could touch.

At that moment, Shang Qi grasped Shang Lu’s fingertip, grinning, "Ee~ya~"

Shang Lu inched forward, eagerly opening his arms, "Brother, let me hold her..."

The old Shang family’s only little girl, if possible, he wished to hold her forever.

Shang Yu observed his silly brother’s reddened eyes, then handed Shang Qi over to him, "Support her back, be careful."

Shang Lu, with stiff limbs, took Shang Qi, nearly tearing up.

...

That evening, Li Qiao and Shang Yu brought the children back to their private residence in the backyard.

Shang Lu followed all the way, reaching the door and attempting to enter, only to almost have his nose broken by the door panel.

He pouted, dejectedly retracing his steps.

Brother is so petty!

In the living room, Shang Qi and Shang Yao were already asleep in the couple’s arms.

Li Qiao placed her son on the couch, pondering aloud, "Shang Lu’s illness might have a turning point."

The man leaned against the sofa, glancing at his daughter asleep in his arms, "Because of her?"

"Perhaps." Li Qiao turned to face Shang Yu, "Another possibility is there’s an element or substance in her body that suppresses Shang Lu’s flare-ups."

The man slowly lifted his eyelids, shadows flickering in his eyes, "What do you want to do?"

Li Qiao noticed Shang Yu’s underlying concern, playfully laughing, she asked, "What do you think?"

Shang Yu remained silent, but the warmth in his eyes lessened significantly.

Seeing this, Li Qiao pulled his shirt, gesturing towards Shang Qi, "I’m not heartless enough to use her for experiments, at most... I’ll borrow a couple of hairs for testing."

Shang Yu patted Li Qiao’s head, sighed deeply, "It’s not that I think you’re heartless, it’s the fear you’ll be reckless for Shang Lu."

Li Qiao was cold on the outside but warm-hearted, having initiated research on Shang Lu, she wouldn’t give up mid-way before results emerged.

Yet Shang Lu’s immunity to Shang Qi was hard to judge as good or bad.

Ultimately, Shang Yu trusted Li Qiao, but couldn’t bring himself to trust others.

Li Qiao scrutinized the man’s stern brow and eyes, jokingly chuckling, "There’s only one person I’d be reckless for, Shang Lu doesn’t make the cut."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu’s lips curved into a faint smile, leaning in to kiss hers gently, "Good, that’s reassuring."

...

Time quietly slips through the fingers, only realizing later how quickly days pass.

This summer, on August 17th, Shang Qi and Shang Yao turned one year old.

Shang Yin also celebrated his fourth birthday.

The three little ones in the Shang’s family born on the same day, which left many around feeling amazed and envious.

The traditional "Zhua Zhou" (First Birthday Pass) ceremony was both a custom and a festive ritual.

On this day, the twins wore differently colored children’s outfits, holding hands watching the items arranged for "Zhua Zhou" on the ground, none making the first move.

Others either sat or stood watching, especially Mr. and Mrs. Li, filled with anticipation.

Finally, in less than half a minute, the younger brother Shang Yao released his sister’s hand, reaching for the nearest item, "Mama..."

The little one held the card in both hands, presenting it to Li Qiao.

Li Qiao glanced through it with her fingers; it was a Supreme Rare Gold Card from Venus Auction.

Venus’s "Supreme" had only two positions, one belonging to Shang Yu.

Li Qiao tucked the card into Shang Yao’s outer pocket, "Keep it safe."

Shang Yao nodded naively then reached out for a hug.

Li Qiao lifted him into her arms, then asked meaningfully, "Who’s the other Supreme at Venus?"

With Shang Yu’s authority at Venus, finding out about the other Supreme should be easy.

Even though Li Qiao had her suspicions, she wanted to confirm them again.

The man smiled, glanced at her, "You’ve already met him, haven’t you?"

Li Qiao smiled knowingly, "As expected, it’s the old man."

"Yes." Shang Yu pressed his lips, "This Supreme card was his."

Li Qiao raised her brows, surprised as Shang Yu added, "His intention was that whoever grabbed this card would own it, including the Supreme authority."

——

No need to feel disheartened over losing He Yanyi; choosing not to marry doesn’t equate to being alone for life.