Chapter 74: Chapter 74: I Don’t Have Women’s Clothing Here Chapter 74: Chapter 74: I Don’t Have Women’s Clothing Here After Liuyun’s explanation, Li Qiao had a general understanding of the whole story.
The young man who passed away was named Qingyu, an engineer.
He won the national gold award in the university artificial intelligence competition before he reached twenty.
Latterly, he joined the Yan Emperor Group’s intelligence team, serving as the leader of the AI engineering unit.
The gaunt man in Green Garden unexpectedly became addicted to drugs, and he betrayed Qingyu to Yan Emperor’s rival because they could provide him with high-purity drugs to alleviate his addiction.
In the end, Qingyu, at twenty-three, refused to divulge the core technology of the intelligence team, leading the rival to wrath and torture him to death.
At this moment, after listening to Liuyun’s account, Li Qiao unintentionally thought of Huizai.
They were both young, both brilliant.
Li Qiao’s eyes darkened and her tone deepened, “It sounds like the man from Green Garden deserves to die even more.”
Then, with a trace of deadly intent in his eyes, Liuyun sneered, “Even if he wants to die, it won’t be that easy.”
“Is it because he was sent to Secret Hall?” The day they first met, she had heard about this place from Shang Yu’s own mouth, which gave rise to her question.
As she finished speaking, Liuyun’s expression subtly changed, he walked a few more steps and then, with a spread of his hands towards a door not far away, said, “Miss Li, here’s your room.”
Li Qiao didn’t make a sound, glanced at Liuyun, and walked forward to push open the door.
So, what exactly is Secret Hall?
Enough to make Liuyun change color upon hearing it, it must be quite mysterious.
Half an hour later, Li Qiao walked out of the guest room shower, wrapped in a bath towel.
She wiped her hair as she picked up her phone, which had two missed calls, both from her senior brother Mo Qi.
Li Qiao tossed the towel onto the sofa and called Mo Qi back.
“Xiao Li, where did you go?
The servants at the annex said you left early, and it’s raining, too.
Is there something urgent?” Mo Qi’s voice came through the receiver, slightly anxious.
Li Qiao wiped the water droplets from her jaw with the back of her hand and replied indifferently, “Indeed, there’s something I have to take care of.
Can you tell the teacher I’ll visit another day?”
Mo Qi was silent for a few seconds and then sheepishly nodded, “Alright, just take care of yourself.
Also, the teacher asked me to tell you to take things easy, nothing is the end of the world, and living well is better than anything else.”
“Mhm, okay, hanging up now.”
Li Qiao put down the phone, her gaze landing on the pale grey wall opposite her.
She pulled at the corner of her mouth and continued to dry her hair.
Once her hair was half-dry, Li Qiao changed into her clothes and came downstairs.
In the living room, Shang Yu was dressed in simple and comfortable grey casual wear, sitting cross-legged on the couch on a phone call.
Hearing the soft footsteps, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, uttered a “hold on for a bit,” and put down his phone.
“Why didn’t you change clothes?” Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao, still clad in her black shirt and trousers, and asked.
Li Qiao’s expression was serenely neutral as she sat opposite him.
Settling into her seat, she casually crossed her legs and spoke unhurriedly, “My clothes are at the management center, I didn’t bring them up the mountain.”
Upon hearing this, Shang Yu twisted his fingertip and leaned over to pick up his phone, also grabbing a cigarette box nearby, his gaze fixed on her, “What brand do you usually wear?
I’ll have someone send it over.”
Li Qiao’s eyes flashed, about to say it was too much trouble, but then she saw the man light a slim cigar in his hand and, through a thin layer of smoke, he added, “Usually, there aren’t many people here, no women’s clothing.
If it’s not too much of a bother, you can have Liuyun accompany you back to the management center to get it.”
The words “no women’s clothing” reached Li Qiao’s ears.
She lowered her lashes, concealing the turbulence in her eyes, and smiled faintly, “No need, I’m not that delicate.”