The next second, the elevator door opened.
But neither of them moved. With the breeze drifting into the elevator, Li Qiao heard a sentence, "For you, I have plenty of patience, there’s no need for any delaying tactics."
A man who hides his obsessive nature, once he falls in love, it becomes a death-defying entanglement.
Especially for a man like Shang Yu.
Faced with certain unstable factors, he prefers to plan thoroughly before taking action.
Li Qiao pondered the meaning behind his words, her eyes then shimmering with cunning, "Does this mean, Master Yan, that I should just wait?"
Shang Yu raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her ear, his thumb grazing her cheek. As he leaned down, there was a wild willfulness in his posture, and his deep, inky black eyes also hid an undeniable dominance and aggression, "It’s me who’s waiting for you."
Waiting for you to see the side of me drenched in blood that no one knows, will you still maintain the same innocent heart?
For him, this was probably an unspeakable gamble.
Several minutes later, Li Qiao sat on the couch hugging a pillow, lost in thought all by herself.
Why had Shang Yu said he was waiting for her?
Was it waiting for her to confess her love?
Soon, Li Qiao furrowed her brows and dismissed the idea.
What was the difference between what she had just done and a confession?
——Some words must be left for a man to say.
So, could she assume that Shang Yu’s words also proved that he had her in his heart?
With that thought, Li Qiao buried her face in the pillow, only her doe eyes visible, flickering non-stop.
Even though their relationship was only separated by a thin layer of paper, it seemed he still had reservations.
What exactly were they?
After a long contemplation, Li Qiao still had no clues.
Just then, Liuyun suddenly appeared in the living room.
He looked around, did not see Shang Yu, and quickly approached Li Qiao to ask respectfully, "Miss Li, there’s something... I would like to consult you about."
Li Qiao lazily leaned on the pillow, distractedly nodded, "Go ahead."
"Could you tell me, what exactly did those people say on the riverside road last night, that caused Luoyu to lose control all of a sudden?" Liuyun looked troubled, furrowed his brows, and added, "Luoyu rarely makes such elementary mistakes."
He and Wang Yue had analyzed that segment of surveillance footage carefully.
Luoyu’s attack moves had suddenly become chaotic, which seemed very unusual.
But because the road surveillance only recorded images, they could not determine the reason for Luoyu’s loss of control.
The four major assistants were indispensable to each other.
Liuyun wouldn’t have sought Li Qiao’s help if there hadn’t been a compelling reason.
Now, hearing his question, Li Qiao thought for a moment and then told Liuyun what had happened, finally adding objectively, "Luoyu was simply enraged by the other party’s words, this doesn’t mean she lacks ability."
Liuyun’s breathing hitched, he muttered, "Miss Li is right, if it’s because of Qingyu, then indeed... it’s understandable."
"What do you mean?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Was there a hidden story here?
Liuyun swallowed hard, then, in a voice laden with shock, said, "Qingyu was personally recruited by Luoyu into the Yan Emperor’s service and was cultivated by her. If nothing had gone wrong, Luoyu had intended to train him to be her successor."
Li Qiao abruptly looked at Liuyun, seeing that his expression did not seem false, she suddenly understood.
No wonder Luoyu, seasoned in battle, would go into an uncontrolled rampage because of a single sentence; there was this kind of relationship after all.
"Regardless, Miss Li, I still want to thank you for today," Liuyun didn’t elaborate further on the relationship between Luoyu and Qingyu and respectfully nodded to Li Qiao as he took a step back.
Li Qiao waved her hand nonchalantly, "No need to be polite, it was a simple effort."