CHAPTER 829: CHAPTER 829: WHATEVER SHE WANTS, HE GIVES

Tang Yiting came and went in a hurry, and as soon as she was out the door, she called her father, Tang Nanli.

"Dad, I’ve managed to raise 30 million. I’ll drop by the used car dealership later. My car can still be mortgaged for 500,000. Whether it’s enough or not, you take it first and use it."

Since last month, the Tang family had suddenly encountered a problem with a broken capital chain.

As one of the South Sea Five Giants, although a lean camel is bigger than a horse, if the shortage of funds persisted for a long time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Five Giants, even if they had business dealings with each other, the operation of the company entirely depended on each family’s own capability.

If they couldn’t tough it out, the Tang family might have to miss out on being one of the Five Giants.

...

In the afternoon, Li Qiao woke up from her nap and left the Tangxi Garden villa.

Caught at a red light, she thought about it and decided to still call Shang Yu.

The phone rang for half a minute with no answer.

Li Qiao frowned and then called Luoyu, "Where’s Shaoyan?"

Luoyu, standing in the living room and glancing at the staircase, spoke in a vague tone, "The boss hasn’t come downstairs yet."

"He hasn’t come downstairs?"

"Since you left, the boss has been in the master bedroom and hasn’t let us in," Luoyu explained in a low voice, then asked, "Madam, when will you be back?"

Li Qiao gripped the steering wheel tighter, "Right away."

After hanging up, she floored the accelerator the moment the green light came on, heading straight for the Mansion.

Half an hour later, Li Qiao appeared in the Mansion’s living room, and Luoyu quickly came over as well.

Li Qiao asked with a furrowed brow, "He hasn’t come downstairs and hasn’t eaten anything?"

Luoyu shook her head, "At ten in the morning, Liuyun knocked on the door, but the boss never came down."

Li Qiao, looking at the spiral staircase, nodded with understanding, "Tell the kitchen to warm up the food and make another portion of egg soup, without oil."

"Okay."

In front of the master bedroom door, Li Qiao tentatively twisted the handle, and the door opened.

She pushed the door and entered, lifting her head only to squint her eyes a little.

All the curtains in the master bedroom were down, closely blocking the warm winter sun from outside.

The dim light made Li Qiao a bit uncomfortable, and it took her several seconds to locate Shang Yu’s figure on the chaise lounge to the right.

He lay there alone, bare-chested, wearing only sleep pants, his forearm draped over his forehead, his cheek turned to the other side.

"Get out," Shang Yu uttered three harsh words without opening his eyes.

Li Qiao casually closed the door and walked over to the man’s side to crouch down.

She poked his chest and asked, "Tell who to get out?"

Shang Yu opened his eyes, his bloodshot gaze momentarily confused.

Li Qiao smiled, her palm resting on his chest, leaned in, and kissed him on the lips.

She intended to soothe his uneasy mood.

But Shang Yu grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into his embrace, forcefully deepening the kiss.

From a light taste to a deeper exploration, it seemed that only in this way could he calm the restless element inside him.

Within a minute, Li Qiao struggled to move back.

Not that she didn’t want to kiss, but mostly because the position was too exhausting.

Shang Yu obediently ended the deep kiss, pulled her onto his lap, buried his face in her neck, and began to nibble gently.

His breathing was rapid, his chest heaved, he tightened his hold on her lower back, and spoke hoarsely, "Where did you go?"

"To the hospital," Li Qiao responded to his question, her slender fingers stroking up and down his spine, "I asked an acquaintance about some home remedies for morning sickness. Will you try it with me later?"

Shang Yu stayed silent, nibbling gently on her earlobe.

Then, Li Qiao felt something was off.

Last night, when they had returned, they both had deliberately avoided the topics of pregnancy and morning sickness.

Perhaps the emotional knot was still there; his actions seemed a bit out of control.

Li Qiao tried to remain as calm as possible, touched his face, "Go downstairs for dinner?"

"Mm," the man verbally agreed, but his actual movements were not at all compliant.

Li Qiao propped herself up with one hand on his shoulder, but couldn’t push him away.

She was confined in Shang Yu’s embrace, her movements hindered, and her senses became increasingly amplified in the pitch-black master bedroom.

It wasn’t that Li Qiao was refusing his advances, but during the early stages of pregnancy, the first three months, it was not suitable to have intercourse.

"Wait a second..."

Her breathing became unstable as she dodged to the side, her body feeling as if it were on fire.

As estrogen levels rise during pregnancy, she found it very difficult to resist such intimacy.

Shang Yu’s moist kisses slid down from her neck, and his rough fingers ventured under the hem of her clothes.

In just a few minutes, Li Qiao gave up resisting.

The air was filled with the man’s intense hormonal scent.

In an instant, he stopped his movements.

Li Qiao’s fingers tangled into his short hair, her gaze slightly blurred as she looked at Shang Yu,

The man lifted his head to peck at the corner of her lips, his palm stroking her hair strands, "Let’s go eat."

Li Qiao looked down at her disheveled clothes, nothing happened except her neck and chest had acquired a lot of dense little strawberries.

She sighed, glanced down at the man below, and silently reached out her hand, "Here..."

Intimate actions are indeed the best medicine in a male-female relationship.

However, her early stages of pregnancy did not allow it.

A small commotion caused by morning sickness, in the end, was all because of caring too much.

He did, and so did she.

...

Ten minutes later, Shang Yu held Li Qiao in the lounge chair, helping her catch her breath.

His thin lips were pressed against her forehead, occasionally kissing, with the sound of his strongly and powerfully beating heart echoing in his chest.

"Last night you dodged the surveillance to go to the parking lot..." Shang Yu lowered his eyes to her rosy cheeks, his thumb gently caressing her chin, "Were you thinking of leaving on your own?"

Li Qiao shook her right hand which was cramping, and lazily sprawled on top of him, curling her lips slightly, "No, I didn’t even bring my phone, where could I go."

"Would you have left if you had taken your phone?"

Li Qiao closed her eyes and teased softly, "Mm, maybe."

Shang Yu’s arm visibly tensed, and before he could speak, Li Qiao added with a light laugh, "If I had taken my phone, I might have gone home first. You took me to the hospital last night without a word; who knew what you were up to."

The man stroked her head over and over for a long while before he sighed in resignation, "You want to keep the baby, how could I not agree."

His principles and limits were always centered around Li Qiao.

Whatever she wanted, he would give.

Li Qiao lifted her head within his embrace and smiled slightly, "Then accompany me to dinner, let’s see if the folk remedy works."

Shang Yu’s gaze was profound, his Adam’s apple bobbing, "Okay."

...

In the dining room, the table was already set with exquisite food.

Shang Yu and Li Qiao descended the stairs, passing by the corner guest bathroom, Li Qiao noticed the door lock he had shot and damaged last night, and she pursed her lips, "Don’t be impulsive next time."

Seeing her focused gaze, the man’s thin lips lifted in a gentle curve, "Don’t lock the door in the future."

Li Qiao glanced at him and nodded in concession, "Understood."

The two sat down at the table, Li Qiao looked at the egg soup in front of her and stirred it with a spoon, naturally taking a sip.

Shang Yu didn’t touch his chopsticks, his deep eyes unblinkingly fixed on her.

Li Qiao continued to sip her soup, then looked up and arched her eyebrows, "Don’t look at me, eat."