The Favored Heiress-Chapter 58 - Do You Have a Grudge Against Shang Shaoyan
Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Do You Have a Grudge Against Shang Shaoyan?
Chapter 58 -58: Do You Have a Grudge Against Shang Shaoyan?
After a while, a deep laughter erupted in the quiet carriage.
Shang Yu laughed because of her words, the smile lines around his thin lips exuding a mature charm, and the joy, rarely seen, settled in his dark, ink-jade eyes.
Li Qiao’s heart fluttered slightly.
She averted her gaze from his face, her voice muffled, “Is telling the truth really that funny?”
At that moment, Wang Yue almost wanted to applaud Li Qiao but, considering he had just spitefully scared her, he could only sullenly touch his nose and kept quiet.
This girl’s personality, quite spirited!
Suddenly, the rain began to lessen.
The speed of the three cars ahead started to pick up gradually.
Following Wang Yue’s instructions, the four cars behind swiftly overtook and positioned themselves on either side of the lead car.
On the wet and slippery highway, the bodyguard team expertly maneuvered several heavy off-road vehicles, forcibly blocking them out.
The opposition clearly didn’t dare to make rash moves, and the three cars ahead took advantage of the moment to speed away, leaving the off-road vehicles behind.
Li Qiao observed this scene through the rearview mirror, her lips twitching indifferently.
Such driving skills and they want to be desperados?!
At this point, Shang Yu pressed his lighter, lit a cigarette, and lowered the window a few centimeters.
The humid air mixed with the breeze blew into the car, along with a few drops of rain spattering on his ink-black shoulders.
Li Qiao maintained a lazy posture, her peripheral vision catching Shang Yu’s smoking gesture; what caught her eye was his adam’s apple moving up and down as he exhaled smoke, provocatively sensual.
She twiddled her fingers, suddenly wanting to touch it.
“Boss, it’s taken care of,” Wang Yue glanced at his cellphone and abruptly turned to speak.
A certain subtle atmosphere was instantly shattered.
Shang Yu and Li Qiao both gave him a sidelong glance, one indifferent, the other expressionless.
Wang Yue: I feel so rejected…
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An hour later, the fleet safely entered the main road of South Sea.
Approaching five o’clock, Li Qiao got out of the car in front of her house.
The rain had stopped, leaving the roads muddy.
After bidding farewell, Li Qiao took her car keys from the bodyguard and watched as the fleet slowly drove away.
After encountering a small incident on the highway with a lineup of seven luxury cars, Li Qiao seemed to understand the purpose of such an arrangement.
Li Qiao stood there pondering for a moment, about to get into her car, when a silver-grey Hummer sped down the tree-lined path ahead.
The car stopped, and the half-lowered window revealed Li San’s iron-blooded figure.
“Where were you last night?” he asked, his arm resting on the window sill, showing off half of his muscular forearm, his tone quite dissatisfied.
Li Qiao tugged at the corners of her mouth and shook her car keys, “Yancheng City.”
Li San narrowed his eyes, smiling but not quite, “With Shang Shaoyan?
Don’t try to fool me, I just saw his fleet.”
“Oh…” Li Qiao slowly opened the door of her Mercedes-Benz, “Not with him.”
Li San’s expression had just relaxed when he heard his sister add, “Just came back with him.”
Damn, is there a difference?
The two cars entered the Li Family Courtyard one after the other; in the garage, Li San slammed his car door shut and strode over to Li Qiao.
Using his height advantage, he placed one hand on his hip and the other on the window of the Mercedes-Benz, “How many times have I told you to keep your distance from him, but you just won’t listen, will you?”
Li Qiao glanced at her older brother’s posture and tapped his arm, “Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?
Tell me,” Li San’s train of thought was instantly derailed.
Li Qiao lazily shrugged her shoulders and leaned on his arm that was propping up the car door, raising her eyebrows slightly, “Do you have a grudge against Shang Shaoyan?”
“No grudge!” Li San answered crisply, “Why would you ask that?”
Li Qiao’s eyes flickered and she threw out another question, “If you have no grudge, why won’t you let me interact with him?”
