The Favored Heiress-Chapter 68 - I Come for the Yan Emperor
Chapter 68: Chapter 68: I Come for the Yan Emperor
Chapter 68 -68: I Come for the Yan Emperor
Just as Li Qiao’s voice fell, she clearly saw a sharp coldness flash across the depths of Shang Yu’s eyes.
Although it was fleeting, it confirmed Li Qiao’s guess.
She really did offend the Overlord of the South Sea.
Shang Yu held a pen and signed the document.
The taut lines of his jaw revealed his displeasure, and his tone was no longer as gentle as before, “What do you think?”
Not until this moment did Li Qiao realize that she truly did not understand Shang Yu.
In fact, his every word and deed seemed gentle and polite, lazy and sexy, but most likely, it was his domineering and wild nature that was his true core.
Li Qiao slowly retracted her gaze, touching her chin, pondering for three minutes before exhaling annoyedly, “Master Yan, can you give me a hint?”
Shang Yu did not look at her but maintained his position for signing.
However, his eyes were dark and unfathomable, and the restraint of certain emotions made him exert too much force, causing the pen’s nib to crisply split on the document.
The subtle noise attracted Li Qiao’s attention.
She looked intently and saw that the man had already twisted the cap on his pen and carelessly tossed it onto the table.
The next second, Shang Yu stood up.
His movements were neither hurried nor slow as he removed his suit jacket, then strode toward Li Qiao.
His face was frosty, his lips tightly closed, and those deep, dark eyes swirled with a restless undercurrent.
Li Qiao instinctively straightened her back, taking a defensive stance, her gaze fixed tightly on Shang Yu, filled with confusion.
Soon, he was near the sofa.
The high-quality cold fragrance of the suit wafted as Shang Yu opened it and laid it over her body, also covering the glaringly white expanse of her shoulders.
Li Qiao’s face showed astonishment.
Before she could speak, her chin was suddenly clamped by his broad palm.
The man’s slightly rough fingertips caressed her cheek; his thumb pressed a bit tighter on her jaw as he leaned in, narrowed his eyes, and spoke with a voice as cool as ice, “Did you come to the Yan Empire for an internship because of Zhui Feng?”
Because of Shang Yu’s action, Li Qiao was forced to look up.
The force in his grip was not too strong, but the veins on his arm bulged as if he was exerting fierce control.
Eye to eye, she saw for the first time the unknown side of Shang Yu, sharp and lethal in his expression.
Li Qiao let out a soft sigh, her dense eyelashes trembling as she provocatively arched an eyebrow, “Is Zhui Feng the only option?”
The girl’s fearless defiance caught Shang Yu’s eye.
The strength in his hand did not lessen as he leaned in with his towering body, propping one hand on the back of the sofa beside her in a dominant posture, “Who else would you think of apart from him?”
Their distance drew closer, so close that if Li Qiao moved forward just a millimeter, her nose would touch his lips.
Their breaths intertwined, their gazes met—one was cold, the other wild.
Li Qiao moved her neck slightly, staring straight into the depths of Shang Yu’s eyes, and faintly smiled, “I thought Master Yan knew!”
This scene would certainly shock people like Wang Yue to their core if they were to see it.
Because Li Qiao was the first person who could remain at ease under the fully unleashed aura of the formidable Shang Yu.
At this time, Shang Yu’s imposing aura gradually subsided, his palm relaxed, and his thumb casually caressed Li Qiao’s skin.
After a moment of silence, his voice recovered its magnetic resonance, “Sure?”
Some things need not be said aloud.
A look, a gesture, and both sides understand without speaking.
Li Qiao clearly felt his hand loosen, her fine brows slightly lifting as she nestled her jaw into Shang Yu’s hand, saying, “Naturally, I came to the Yan Empire for the Yan Emperor himself.”
The repetition of “Yan Emperor” carried a different depth of meaning.
She believed he would understand.
At this moment, a faint smile emerged at the edge of Shang Yu’s thin lips, the coldness in his eyes dissipating as he lifted his wrist, cradling her cheek, “When working at the Yan Empire, one must wear professional attire.”
