Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Past Events of Those Years Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Past Events of Those Years Li San’s breath hitched slightly as he smirked, “Let’s just say I don’t have a vendetta against him, but that doesn’t mean others don’t want him dead!”
His words carried profound implications.
Li Qiao stood up straight, her delicate brows and eyes containing a seriousness rarely seen, “Does he have many enemies?”
“So many that the moment he lets down his guard, he could be riddled with bullets like a hornet’s nest,” Li San said in a half-joking tone, yet there was not a trace of laughter in his deep-set eyes.
“Do you think he’s dominated the South Sea for so long just with his business acumen?
Qiaoqiao, don’t underestimate Shang Shaoyan.
What you’ve seen is just the tip of the iceberg—he’s never been a good person.”
The phrase ‘not a good person’ coming from Li San once again silenced Li Qiao.
What defines a good person from a bad one?
Is it merely what others say?
After a long moment, Li San ruffled her hair, earnestly cautioning, “Anyway, remember what your third brother says, stay away from Shang Shaoyan.
It can’t do you any harm.”
“Fine…” Li Qiao agreed readily, but her heart had its own calculations.
She never said she liked good people!
Besides, recalling those days at the border, she didn’t feel like she was particularly good either.
Upon entering, Li Qiao went straight back to the bedroom on the third floor.
Just as she placed her phone on the table, Li San came in uninvited.
Now, he had taken off his coat and was only wearing a thin shirt.
He propped the door open with the tip of his foot and leaned against the doorframe, asking, “The school matter—big brother told me not to intervene, saying he would handle it for you.
Li Qiao gave her computer chair a spin, indifferent, “I didn’t ask.”
Li San clicked his tongue and pointed at her from across the room with his index finger, “You’re going to be the death of me one day.”
“There will always be a result, so why the rush?” Li Qiao looked at him with a casual tone, “When are you going back to the border?”
Li San raised his eyebrows, speaking frankly, “Isn’t Shang Lu’s father supposed to come over?
Once I’ve dealt with your annulment, I’ll head back.” After finishing his words, he pursed his thin lips, took a step forward, and tentatively asked, “What about you?
After your graduation presentation, do you want to go back and visit with me?”
Li Qiao’s lazy gaze suddenly froze, and she cast her eyes down, her voice tinged with repression, “No, I can’t.”
“Qiaoqiao, it’s been three years since Huizai’s incident…” Li San started.
Before he could finish, Li Qiao rose abruptly, as if some unspeakable trauma had been touched, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, “Stop talking.”
Li San looked at Li Qiao’s silhouette on the balcony against the darkening sky, appearing frail yet defiant.
Ever since Huizai’s incident at the border three years ago, she had never gone back.
Li San let out a heavy sigh, wanting to offer comfort but knowing it would be futile.
His expression became obscure as he shook his head, telling Li Qiao not to overthink and left the room.
Hearing the sound of the door closing behind her, Li Qiao clasped the marble railing of the balcony, her fingertips tightening slightly.
Even after three years, no matter how much she reinvented herself, she still didn’t dare to think, nor could she forget.
How could she face anyone after going back to the border?
Li San didn’t blame her, Nan Xin didn’t blame her, but she couldn’t stop blaming herself!
Indeed, Li San’s blunt honesty had plunged Li Qiao back into the mire of memories, making even her breath taste bitter.
Deep in thought, she gazed at the heavy twilight and then returned to her room to pick up her phone.
At the very bottom of her contacts, there was a special symbol [卍] as a note.
Li Qiao hesitated for a while, but still made the call.
The call connected quickly, and a voice tinged with age and mockery came through, “Little miss, do you still remember you have this old teacher?”
Li Qiao listened to the voice imbued with the vicissitudes of time, and a heavy feeling in her heart dissipated somewhat, “How dare I forget when my teacher has imparted wisdom and resolved my confusions?”