Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and pointed her lips towards Luoyu, who stood in the distance, "I didn’t lift a finger; Luoyu took care of it."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yu took a drag from his cigarette, the taut line of his lips relaxed somewhat, and his gaze gently landed on his knee, "Such matters should be left to her from now on, your hands aren’t meant for fighting."
These hands, made for research, were slender like scallions, with delicate fingers, meant to be treasured and protected.
Having said that, the man’s fingers threaded through the palm of Li Qiao’s hand, enveloping her fingertips, gently stroking them.
After a few seconds of silence, Shang Yu glanced at her with a side look, his expression arrogantly narrowing his eyes, "Shall I take care of Tu Anliang for you?"
His words were both a question and laced with the unique assertiveness of Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant.
Li Qiao gripped his hand back, shaking her head with a smile, "No need."
Strangely, she quite liked the way Shang Yu asked questions.
Although he was domineering, he still gave her enough respect.
If she needed him, he would step in, rather than autocratically keeping her under his protection.
At that moment, Li Qiao’s smile faded slowly; as she made eye contact with the man, she impulsively leaned in, her eyes carefree, laughing brazenly, "Such a trivial matter, I can handle it."
As the distance closed, Li Qiao could even smell the familiar scent of ebony on him.
Shang Yu tilted his head slightly, gazing at her brazen eyes, lifting the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with admiration and indulgence, "Then it’s up to you, but remember not to get hurt, okay?"
Li Qiao lowered her long eyelashes, holding back a smile, "Okay, don’t worry."
In the distance, Liuyun and Luoyu looked on at the scene beneath the sun umbrella. From their angle, the two seemed close enough to be kissing.
Liuyun pursed his lips and sighed involuntarily.
Luoyu, with one hand in her pocket, glanced at him, "What’s wrong?"
Out of the blue, what was with the womanly sighs?
At this point, Liuyun’s gaze was fixed on the other side of the golf course, his brows furrowed as he tilted his chin upward, "Tell me, whose importance weighs more in the boss’s heart, Mr. Charles or Miss Li?"
Following Liuyun’s gaze, Luoyu saw Charles pacing towards the direction of the sun umbrella, hands behind his back.
She frowned slightly, looking at Liuyun with an expression as if staring at an idiot, "Is there even a comparison?"
Charles was just an ordinary business partner of the boss, but who was Miss Li?
The apple of his eye, the love of his life!
By now, Luoyu knew better than anyone the place Li Qiao held in Shang Yu’s heart.
At that moment, Liuyun, with a troubled expression, deliberated for a while before he recounted what had happened earlier, "I thought that when I reported to the boss, he would immediately rush to the scene for support, but unexpectedly... he just told me to inform you, to protect Miss Li well."
In Liuyun’s mind, if one’s girlfriend was attacked in the street, most men would rush to the scene without hesitation.
Especially since they had just confirmed their relationship these last few days, during a time of deep affection.
Yet, their boss took an unconventional path, completely unique in his approach.
Liuyun couldn’t quite understand; it couldn’t be indifference, so it had to be that... Charles’s position was more significant.
At that time, Luoyu scrutinized Liuyun with a look of indescribable pity, and after a long while, she finally managed to say, "No wonder you can’t find a girlfriend, there really is a reason for everything."
"What does that have to do with me not being able to find a girlfriend?" Liuyun’s face darkened instantly, staring at Luoyu, secretly thinking: Does she want to fight?
Luoyu looked at Liuyun’s stiff and displeased face with a sense of incurable regret, "With that kind of straight male mindset, it’s only right you stay single for life!"