Tu Anliang glanced at the shattered car window that had spider-webbed cracks, his expression filled with unwillingness and anger.
Who the hell was that woman?
Not only could she smash his car window with a single punch, she could even take on ten opponents by herself.
Tu Anliang couldn’t recall who she was, nor could he swallow his pride. Watching as the Mercedes drove off into the distance, he gritted his teeth and pushed the car door open with a ferocious look, roaring, "Get up, everyone, to the Affiliated Hospital!"
The old man actually had such a powerful helper hidden away!
Just as Li Qiao had anticipated, twenty minutes later, she and Luoyu arrived at the Bolan Golf Course.
The torrential rain from that night had ended, and it seemed the rainy season had as well.
The sky was clear, the air was fresh, and a gentle breeze was blowing.
Walking through the lush, sun-drenched golf course was a refreshing experience for both body and mind.
Guided by Liuyun, Li Qiao quickly reached the center of the golf course.
From a distance, she saw Shang Yu and a strange man sitting under an umbrella, sipping tea.
The green field, the snow-white parasol, a man in a black shirt, taking a sip from his teacup, his slightly lowered gaze embodied the phrase "strikingly handsome".
Li Qiao pressed her lips together and walked up at an even pace.
It was only when she came to a halt beside Shang Yu that she finally took the time to look at the man across from her.
He was an older foreigner, with deep-set eyes and deep blue irises, also sizing her up.
Charles stared at Li Qiao without blinking, his expression tinged with surprise and disbelief.
With his eyebrows slightly raised, he inquired of Shang Yu in a standard British accent,
Before Li Qiao could fully comprehend the meaning in his eyes, she felt the warmth of Shang Yu’s hand as he pulled hers, gesturing her to sit and introduced them, "My girlfriend, Li Qiao. This is Charles."
A girlfriend’s status, openly acknowledged.
Li Qiao felt warmth surging in her chest, gently hooked Shang Yu’s fingers, then nodded to Charles, responding with a perfect American accent, "Hello, Mr. Charles."
At that moment, Charles seemed to still be in a daze, his bright blue eyes fixated on Li Qiao as he murmured, "So alike, so alike..."
Before he could finish, Charles blinked abruptly, rose swiftly in response to Li Qiao’s greeting, his left hand on his abdomen, reaching out his right hand intending to perform the gentleman’s hand-kissing ritual.
Li Qiao, out of politeness, stood up immediately, but before she could reach out, Shang Yu slowly set down his teacup and, with a deep look in his eyes, told Charles, "In the South Sea, there is no need for a hand-kissing gesture."
At that comment, Charles glanced sideways, his gaze shifting between him and Li Qiao before he understood and withdrew his hand, nodding at Li Qiao, "Pleased to meet you, Miss Li."
It was clear that he was very compliant with Shang Yu’s words.
Once Li Qiao sat down again, she glanced inadvertently at Shang Yu. The hand resting on her knee was soon held by his, squeezed tightly, as if declaring ownership.
These subtle movements did not escape Charles’s notice, but he said nothing, his gaze occasionally turning to Li Qiao with an intense scrutiny.
After a while, Charles excused himself to the bathroom.
Under the umbrella, Li Qiao’s hand was spread by the man’s fingers and placed on his knee.
After gently stroking it twice, she heard his cold voice ask, "Did you run into Tu Anliang on your way here?"
Li Qiao nodded and said indifferently, "He found out about my relationship with the teacher."
"Did he get physical?" Shang Yu took a drag from his cigarette, turning his gaze to examine Li Qiao closely.