At this moment, Shang Yu looked down at Li Qiao, who was in his arms. He said nothing more but lightly kissed her cheek with his thin lips.
Li Qiao also did not reveal the unspeakable past of Tu Anliang.
As a man, since he chose to leave, this was the last bit of dignity he should maintain.
That night, Li Qiao stayed at the Mansion.
After taking a bath and returning to the master bedroom, she was drying her hair and picked up her cell phone to surprisingly see several WeChat notifications.
She opened them and saw they were all from Tang Yiting, and all voice messages.
Li Qiao casually clicked on one, turned up the volume, and placed the phone on the bed.
Soon, Tang Yiting’s languid voice came through, "Qiaoqiao, Boss Qiao, what are you doing?"
Tang Family’s Xiaoting: "We haven’t seen each other in seven or eight days, do you still have me, the cutest person, in your heart?"
Tang Family’s Xiaoting: "I have a question, I’m not sure if I should ask it."
The next few messages were all Tang Yiting’s hesitant babbling.
Until the eighth message played automatically, during which the bedroom door was pushed open, Shang Yu entered in a gray silk robe. In the spacious master bedroom, Tang Yiting’s giggling, curious voice happened to ring out—
"Hehehe, did you guys ever try that Okamoto 001 I recommended to you?
How many do you and the big boss use in one night? How long does it last?
Tell me, tell me, I’m conducting a social survey, you must answer."
Li Qiao’s hand that was still drying her hair suddenly froze above her head, her gaze stiffened as she looked at the public voice message playing from the phone and then turned to look at the man with slightly narrowed eyes. Clearing her throat, she looked away towards the wall in front of her and silently pressed the power button to turn off the phone.
Tang Yiting, are you sure you’re conducting a social survey and not delving into something erotic?
Let’s end our friendship.
Shang Yu had a faint smile at the edge of his lips as he strode to the bed, his gaze settling on Li Qiao’s lowered eyelashes. His eyebrows lifted slightly, "Okamoto 001?"
Li Qiao mechanically dried her hair, while her other hand subtly slid the phone under the pillow.
This question wasn’t hard to answer, but right now...
The smile on the man’s lips deepened as he took the towel from her hands and lifted her chin, "Hmm?"
Li Qiao coughed lightly, brushed his hand away, and calmly slipped under the covers before pulling the quilt over her head.
She wasn’t embarrassed at all.
Shang Yu’s deep laughter reached her ears; he set aside the towel, sat at the head of the bed, and pulled back a corner of the thin quilt to reach her wrist.
Li Qiao remained motionless, choosing to play dead under the covers.
It was only when a cool sensation came from her right wrist that she poked her head out to take a look.
At that moment, Shang Yu was sitting at the head of the bed, carefully and evenly applying ointment on her wrist.
Li Qiao observed his focused expression, her lips curving slightly. Before she could speak, he tilted his head to look at her and asked, "Are you free on Saturday?"
On Saturday... She had other plans, but his question made her eyebrow twitch, "Something up?"
"I’ll take you to the Secret Hall," Shang Yu said as he finished applying the ointment and gently massaged her hand.
Li Qiao suddenly understood and nodded in agreement.
It was already Wednesday; in two more days, she’d get to see the mysterious Secret Hall behind him.
Before long, the man lay beside her. In the darkened master bedroom, where only the vague outlines were visible, there was a muffled sense of calm.
Then, Shang Yu wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her into his embrace. His warm breath spilled over her ear and that voice, exceptionally tempting in the quiet night, said, "Next time, let’s try... Okamoto 001."