The Favored Heiress - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – 3 3 That Face, Kind of Handsome

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: That Face, Kind of Handsome Chapter 3: Chapter 3: That Face, Kind of Handsome Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Shang Yu withdrew his gaze and casually placed the towel on the stone table, his voice deep, “What do you want?”

Sitting brazenly across from him, Shang Lu opened his mouth to complain, “Big brother, I want to break off the engagement, but she keeps pestering me.

What should I do?”

You really have no shame!

Li Qiao glanced at him expressionlessly, about to speak when her phone, which she had been holding, suddenly rang.

Li Qiao apologized and raised her hand to see that it was from her second brother, Li Yan.

She hesitated about whether to answer it or not, unconsciously glancing at Shang Yu, who simply lowered his eyelids indifferently, as if giving his consent.

Seeing this, Li Qiao didn’t hesitate to press the answer button.

“Qiaoqiao, where have you gone?

Have you seen Shang Lu?” came her second brother Li Yan’s light-hearted inquiry from the phone.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Lu, who sat with his nose pointed skyward, and curved her lips lazily, “I’ve seen him!”

“How is it?

Do you feel anything?”

There are too many feelings…

Li Qiao didn’t voice this thought, when suddenly there was a ‘click’ sound ahead, and a puff of white mist spilled from Shang Yu’s thin lips, their gazes clashing again through the curling smoke.

“Qiaoqiao?” Li Yan urged from the phone, “How about this, once you’re finished seeing him, come and find me.

I’ll be waiting for you in the private exhibition hall.”

After hanging up the phone, Li Qiao calmly looked at Shang Lu, “I’ve said it before.

I agree to the breakup.”

“Are you sure?” Shang Lu, suspicious and mischievously lifting the end of his eyebrow, retorted, “If you agree, why come looking for me?

Make up your mind before you make up a story.”

Li Qiao sighed pityingly, “Whether I’m here to find you or not, your elder brother should know.”

Ignoring Shang Lu’s nearly hopping mad demeanor, her gaze drifted to Shang Yu’s face, her throat inexplicably itchy.

Li Qiao guessed that when she had inadvertently intruded earlier, Shang Shaoyan must have already noticed her.

This man, known to all as the Overlord of the South Sea, setting aside his awe-inspiring power, just this face alone was enough to capture the world’s attention.

Even the incomparably handsome Shang Lu seemed rather dull in front of his brother.

The man sat there with a straight back, his narrow eyes deep and profound, his chiseled brow bones and clear features exuded an elegant coldness, particularly the wildness engraved in his bones that resembled a nobleman of the battlefield in full glory.

Li Qiao watched for a long while, her eyes held a barely discernible smile as she looked away.

That face is quite good-looking!

At that moment, Shang Yu flicked off some ash, his tone cool, “Indeed, she’s not here to find you.”

“It doesn’t matter who she’s looking for!

In any case, I’m determined to call off this marriage.

Big brother, you agreed before, you can’t go back on your word now,” Shang Lu asserted, his neck stiff and his face full of wary suspicion as he eyed Li Qiao, as if she might pounce on him at any moment.

At this point, Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao and indifferently replied with a hint of a smile, “Then let’s call it off.”

Hearing this, Shang Lu became energized again, “You hear that?

My big brother agrees, what else have you got to say?”

Li Qiao was inherently a bit carefree, but that didn’t mean she was a temperless doll.

She looked down at the increasingly faint bloodstains beneath her feet, a slight smile on her lips: “Mr.

Lu, do you know?

I’ve always had very good eyesight.”

With that, Li Qiao turned and headed back down the path.

In the moment she parted the banana leaves, she looked back again, her gaze meeting Shang Yu’s deep-sea-like eyes, introducing herself, “Nice to meet you, I’m Li Qiao.”

Shang Yu’s gaze deepened.

The rain had stopped, the eaves of the pavilion occasionally dripped with raindrops.

Watching the direction Li Qiao had left, Shang Lu muttered to himself in confusion, “What does her good eyesight have to do with me?”

“If she has good eyesight, she can’t possibly fancy you!” Shang Yu, staring down the path with a contemplative voice, stated thoughtfully.