The Favored Heiress-Chapter 787: Men Really Need to be Coaxed

Li Jun stood without speaking, while Zong Yue guiltily hid her phone behind her back, and the two of them fell silent.

Thus, Li Qiao and the just-arrived Shang Yu began to eavesdrop openly by the corner of the wall.

On the other side, Li Jun’s hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a hint of tiredness in the corners of his eyes, seeming as if he had just woken up, with a few rare signs of haziness, "You’re not sleeping in the middle of the night, who are you calling?"

He had felt the emptiness beside him while turning over in his sleep, initially thinking that Zong Yue had gone to the restroom, but then he faintly heard the sound of quiet conversation through the slightly ajar door.

Who knew, as soon as he reached the door to the study, he heard Zong Yue complaining about him.

Zong Yue lowered her gaze and shook her head, knowing he hadn’t heard the content of her conversation with Li Qiao and unconsciously letting out a sigh of relief, "Work call."

Li Jun pursed his lips unhappily, and the frown between his brows deepened, with some words lingering on the edge of his lips, wanting to blurt out yet unable to bear doing so.

A very inexplicable emotion.

Li Jun’s eyes fell, and seeing Zong Yue standing barefoot on the ground, a nameless anger coursed through his chest, "Why aren’t you wearing slippers?"

"I didn’t want to wake you up," Zong Yue replied with curled toes and a forced smile.

Annoyance flickered across Li Jun’s face, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked in a harsh tone, "Are you done?"

Zong Yue nodded, "Yes, let’s go back to sleep."

With one hand still behind her back and barefoot, she passed by Li Jun.

One after the other, they returned to the master bedroom, where the night light in the corner cast a faint yellow glow.

Zong Yue crawled into the covers and stealthily peeked at Li Jun’s silhouette through half-covered face.

The man lay flat on his side next to her, removing his robe, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zong Yue lay on her side motionless, with only her slightly reddened eyes occasionally flashing signs of desolation and anxiety.

How should she coax Li Jun?

With a bite of her lip, Zong Yue felt at a loss.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao, eavesdropping by the corner, shook her head helplessly. Her brother’s emotional intelligence was incurable.

Before she could end the voice call, rustling sounds came through, as Zong Yue moved closer to Li Jun and poked his chest, "Are you asleep?"

Li Jun: "Yeah."

Zong Yue pouted, drawing circles on his shoulder with her finger, "Are you angry?"

"No," he answered crisply.

Zong Yue leaned in a bit more, "Really not?"

Li Jun fell silent.

Seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Zong Yue, who was resting on his shoulder, and sighed deeply, "Aren’t you going to sleep? Don’t you have work tomorrow?"

Zong Yue’s warm cheek rested against his arm, "I can’t sleep."

She didn’t like this lukewarm way of interacting.

One moment he was concerned about her not wearing slippers, and the next he was lying in bed, feigning sleep.

What was the difference between this and being emotionally distant?

Zong Yue desperately wanted to break this stalemate and took a bold decision in the quiet of the late night.

She hugged Li Jun’s arm and snuggled into his embrace.

Zong Yue was ready to be pushed away, but the result made her heart flutter.

Li Jun didn’t push her away; instead, he raised his arm and brought her into his embrace, patting her back and whispering, "Stop it, let’s sleep."

Zong Yue, resting her head on his chest, remained silent, gently caressing his waist with her arms around him.

The best way to break the ice in a relationship between two sexes is intimate contact.

They hadn’t been together for several days.

As Zong Yue teased him intentionally or unintentionally, she could clearly feel Li Jun’s body tense up and his breathing deepen.

She looked up, and from the corner of her eye, she saw a certain red spot on his chest, and lowered her head to take it in her mouth.

Li Jun’s throat emitted a stifled moan, yet even so, he didn’t push Zong Yue away but instead furrowed his brows and looked at her.

After Zong Yue entertained herself for a while, she looked up only to crash into the burning gaze of Li Jun’s deep-set eyes.

She smiled gently, and her fingers began to wander downwards.

Li Jun, that man, was both old-fashioned and secretly lecherous. On the rare occasion that Zong Yue took the initiative, he had no intention of stopping her.

In just a matter of seconds, he rose to pin Zong Yue beneath him, reversing their roles.

At the same time, Li Qiao ended the voice call with an expressionless face.

The development of the situation had indeed taken an abrupt nosedive.

Appropriately, Shang Yu’s low, magnetic voice rang in her ear, "Not listening anymore?"

Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth and pretended to review a document, "I heard the Parliament Building is undergoing renovations recently?"

A hush settled over the room.

Li Qiao didn’t hear the man join the conversation, so she raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways.

In her field of view, Shang Yu was propping his forehead with one fist clenched, lips curving into a thin smile, his shirt collar slightly opened due to his movement, revealing a delicate and attractive collarbone.

Li Qiao’s eyes wandered for a few seconds before she turned away, coughing lightly. After a long thought, she couldn’t find a suitable topic of conversation.

Seeing Li Qiao becoming increasingly uncomfortable, Shang Yu let out a deep chuckle, hooked her shoulder to pull her into his embrace, and whispered in her ear, "Learn more from Zong Yue. Men indeed need to be coaxed."

Li Qiao stopped talking while nestled in his arms.

Ha, men!

...

The next afternoon, Li Qiao, Su Moshi, and Xia Siyu were analyzing Yun Lih’s test reports in the laboratory.

Xia Siyu was somewhat distracted, her thoughts wandering frequently.

Unfolding the report, Su Moshi spoke in a low voice, "According to the current report, there are signs of heavy metal poisoning in Brother Lih’s body. I’ve already arranged an urgent PET-CT scan for him, but the extent of organ damage is still uncertain."

Li Qiao scanned the report pages with a cool demeanor, "Arrange an independent Western-style house."

With a grave look in his eyes, Su Moshi asked, "Are you worried he’ll have a drug craving attack?"

"Mmm, prepare some more naloxone," Li Qiao pursed her lips and said, looking down, "He had muscle spasms this morning already."

Su Moshi frowned deeply, leaning back, only then noticing the spaced-out Xia Siyu.

He tapped on the corner of the desk to bring back her wandering mind, "Lao Wu, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Siyu came back to her senses, her hollow eyes slowly focusing, "Nothing, you guys discuss. I’m going to make a call."

Su Moshi opened his mouth to ask more, but before he could, Xia Siyu’s figure had already hurried out the door.

"She..." Su Moshi hesitated to speak.

Li Qiao shook her head gently, "Leave her be. The sample of synthetic cannabinoids will arrive tomorrow, I..."

"Knock Knock Knock—"

The sound of knocking suddenly interrupted Li Qiao’s words.

Su Moshi bade the knocker to enter, and Luoyu quickly opened the door, "Madam, Wei Lang is here."

Li Qiao was slightly taken aback; Wei Lang had always been in Parma, so why had he suddenly come to the British Imperial?

Soon after, Li Qiao and the others returned to the Western-style house, and Shang Yu also came down from the second-floor study.

Wei Lang stood by the coffee table, holding three dark green square embroidered boxes in his hands. Li Qiao knew at a glance they were items from the old Parma family home.

"Patriarch, Madam, these were sent over by the family head, stating that taking one will temporarily delay the attack," Wei Lang announced.

Li Qiao took the box in her hands and opened it. A strong herbal scent wafted out, revealing a white wax-sealed pill inside that seemed to have some age to it.

Shang Yu glanced sideways and slightly curved his lips, "Which year’s batch is it?"

Wei Lang nodded, "According to Housekeeper Xiao, these were left by the old master. They contain natural cow bezoar and rhinoceros horn. There are only eight pills left in the entire medicinal hall."

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