The Favored Heiress

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: What is a Big Scene?

Shang Yu’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of ferocity appeared between his thick brows, "Her duty is to protect you, not to be protected. The Yan Emperor does not need the useless."

As expected, he knew everything.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, her gaze falling on their clasped hands, unable to look away.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked up at Luoyu, whose expression was inscrutable, her eyes flickering, "Master Yan, don’t you feel... that this situation is upside down?"

Shang Yu raised his eyebrow playfully, "What do you mean?"

"Look..." Li Qiao slowly crossed her legs, tilting her chin up towards Luoyu, "Since you placed Luoyu by my side to protect me, doesn’t that mean she is now under my management?"

Her words were full of scheming.

Interest sparked in Shang Yu’s eyes, and a smile lingered on his lips, his expression indulgent as he watched her, "So?"

Li Qiao glanced at him from the corner of her eye, tapping her fingers on her knee, "Since she is under my management, shouldn’t the matter of punishment also be handed over to me?"

At this moment, the training room was silent as a grave.

Even Liuyun, not far away, was secretly swallowing his saliva.

Miss Li was truly bold, openly questioning Master Yan’s approach, truly... commendable for her courage.

After a pause, Shang Yu still did not speak.

Li Qiao turned her gaze calmly and furrowed her brows, "Was what I said... incorrect?"

She indeed intended to help Luoyu get out of trouble, but it wasn’t out of sympathy.

After all, Luoyu was Shang Yu’s right-hand, it wouldn’t do to discard her over a minor mistake.

And most likely, it was because of herself.

At that moment, having been silent for a long time, Shang Yu lifted his eyelids and made eye contact with Li Qiao. He gently played with her fingers, a smile on his lips, "Hmm, very correct!"

The bodyguards waiting to challenge on the stage: "..."

Liuyun, looking down in silence: "..."

When Li Qiao heard Shang Yu’s words, she relaxed emotionally, leaning back in the recliner, her eyebrows unfolded into a smile, "Master Yan is wise."

A typical case of playing cute after taking advantage.

Soon, Shang Yu uncrossed his legs, took Li Qiao by the hand and slowly stood up. As he strolled toward the door, he cast a cold glance in the direction of the ring and murmured, "Dismissed."

At the fall of his words, Luoyu’s knees buckled, and she collapsed directly onto the ring.

Before Li Qiao’s arrival, she had already sparred with seven people.

The boss’s exact words were: If she could endure today against twenty bodyguards in a gauntlet, her position as one of the four aides would be kept for her. Otherwise... the victor would ascend.

If it weren’t for Li Qiao, Luoyu would have certainly been struck off the list today.

This is Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant; once you cross his bottom line, you’ll understand how deadly his ruthlessness can be.

...

Outside the training room, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu towards the elevator at an unhurried pace.

Still hand in hand.

Li Qiao trailed a step behind him, looking at his tall and proud silhouette, her gaze falling onto his hand.

The man’s fingers were well-proportioned, the pads and palms had light calluses, not too rough, occasionally brushing against her skin, causing a thrilling current to ripple.

Li Qiao cleared her throat softly, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smile, "Master Yan, what time did you come back?"

The man glanced back peripherally, the corners of his eyes lightly lifted, "Six o’clock."

A day and night round trip between South Sea and Parma, no wonder there was a tinge of weary fatigue in the corners of his eyes.

Li Qiao felt a pang of heartache, paused slightly, and pulled back on his hand, her brows knitted seriously, "Then, the matter with Parma isn’t settled yet, right? Master Yan, to be honest, I could have handled last night’s situation..."

Before she could finish, Shang Yu halted and let go of her hand. He then slowly turned around, seized her chin, his gaze laced with danger, "To you, what qualifies as a big event?"

Li Qiao, who had spoken too hastily: "..."