Shang Yu uncrossed his long legs, leaned forward to tap off some ash, and looked down at Li Qiao through his eyelashes, "Come here."
Li Qiao didn’t hesitate, threw aside the cushion, and moved to sit beside him.
The air was tinged with the scent of tobacco, intertwining with the fresh agarwood fragrance emanating from him, quietly tempting her rationality.
At that moment, the man tested the temperature of the teacup on the table with the back of his hand, then picked it up and handed it to her, "Sobriety tea, drink it and go to sleep."
The tone was indisputable.
Li Qiao accepted the teacup, the temperature was just right, comfortably warm in her palms.
She took a small sip, detecting the sweet taste of honey.
She hadn’t drunk much tonight, just one cup of Remy Martin—it wouldn’t knock her out.
But right now, her thoughts felt a bit scattered. The gloom that persisted all night seemed to be clearing up with this cup of sobriety tea.
With him there, her mood didn’t seem so bad.
Li Qiao continued drinking the sobriety tea, cradling the cup in her hands, while Shang Yu extinguished his cigarette and then turned his gaze to her, startling her with his revelation, "Tu Anliang is Jiugong’s son."
A shocked Li Qiao: "???"
It was indeed a shock!
She had considered many possibilities and investigated everything about Tu Anliang, except... she had never discovered his connection to Jiugong.
Li Qiao didn’t doubt the truth of this; Shang Yu never spoke lightly.
"Find it strange why you couldn’t find any information?" At that moment, the man gestured for her to keep drinking the sobriety tea, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, hands behind his back, looking out at the twilight, "Uncle Zhong the Ninth, originally named Tu Zhong, is from the bankrupt former wealthiest family in South Sea—the Tu Family!"
The information was a lot to process, and Li Qiao needed time to digest it.
No wonder no one knew about Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s background and name; he was from the Tu Family.
At this point, Li Qiao’s gaze grew colder, and her grip on the cup tightened, "If they are father and son, then my teacher’s hand..."
Shang Yu turned slightly, looking at Li Qiao from a distance, his thin lips pursing, "If all went as expected, it would have been Tu Anliang who broke it."
Li Qiao: "..." Father and son at odds?!
"You couldn’t find any relation between Jiugong and Tu Anliang because Wang Yue erased that part of history a few years ago."
Wang Yue was the leader of the Red Hacker Alliance, and when it came to information blocking technology, Li Qiao admitted she was no match.
Her computer skills were far from reaching such a pinnacle.
Li Qiao sighed quietly; after all the trouble, her worries were self-inflicted, "No wonder the teacher didn’t let me investigate. It turns out the culprit was his own son."
Thinking carefully about Tu Anliang’s appearance, although his beard covered most of his face, he indeed resembled Jiugong, especially those eyes.
Shang Yu observed Li Qiao’s somewhat defeated look, walked back to her, and stood in front of her to gently stroke the top of her head, "He wasn’t afraid you would target Tu Anliang, but that you couldn’t handle him."
At this, Li Qiao’s eyes flickered, sensing something was amiss.
She put down the teacup, looked up at the man, and pulling his wrist down from her head, she squeezed it, "Master Yan?"
Li Qiao slowly stood up while saying this, her gaze crashing directly into Shang Yu’s, and she narrowed her eyes dangerously, "That’s wrong! You know so much about my teacher?
You even know what he’s thinking? Could it be... he secretly sought you out, and that’s why you had someone bring me to the Mansion?"
Was it to prevent a clash between her and Tu Anliang? Was she really that impulsive and foolish?!
Li Qiao was feeling a little petulant and looked away from Shang Yu, internally debating whether to act dignified and leave.