CHAPTER 831: CHAPTER 831: DOG FOOD IS SATISFYING

Li Qiao glanced at the box of anesthetic needles, "You truly are his good brother."

He Chen tapped the table with his knuckles, "It’s better than him hurting you and living with regrets."

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, "Thanks."

Less than twenty minutes later, Li Qiao took the anesthetic needles and left the Portuguese Silver Underground Casino.

He Chen watched them leave and lit a cigarette under the corridor, his narrow gaze deep and distant.

In the car, Li Qiao looked at the anesthetic needle, curled her lips dismissively, and casually tossed it into the glove box of the passenger seat.

Luoyu glanced at her distractedly, "Madam, do we head back to the Mansion or to the company?"

"To the fund company first." Li Qiao reclined her seat and closed her eyes with a weary expression to rest.

...

When Xi Luo saw Li Qiao, she almost spit out her coffee.

She wiped her mouth with a tissue and scanned Li Qiao up and down, "How did you get so thin?"

Li Qiao pushed a chair open and sat down, crossing her slender legs in front of her, "Is Ai Bo’s matter resolved?"

Xi Luo focused on her face and after a few seconds delay, said, "The stuff has been handed over, the investigation hasn’t started yet, the House of Representatives’ efficiency really can’t be complimented."

"Has the company arranged any business trips recently?" Li Qiao’s eyelids drooped, her tone unhurried.

Xi Luo looked at her with an expression that spoke volumes, "What’s up? You’ve lost so much weight, and you still want to go on a business trip?"

Li Qiao smiled nonchalantly, "Why not?"

Xi Luo narrowed her eyes and took another sip of her coffee, "Kid, are you hiding something from me?"

"Hmm, so don’t ask too much."

Xi Luo: "..."

She scoffed and pressed the intercom to summon her assistant. According to schedule, the merger case that the fund company was involved in was due for a second negotiation at the beginning of next month.

Location: Naypyidaw, the Capital of Myanmar.

Xi Luo knew well Li Qiao’s status in Myanmar. She stroked her chin and teased, "If it’s in Myanmar, isn’t your Yan Emperor coming along too?"

"He won’t." Li Qiao looked up and took a deep breath, appearing very drained, "Count me in for the schedule first, whether I go or not is to be decided."

Xi Luo spun her chair twice, grinning as she probed, "Did you two have a fight?"

Otherwise, why would this kid suddenly want to go on a business trip?

The negotiation of the merger case wasn’t something that could be finished in a day or two.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and stood up, "I’m off."

Xi Luo did not try to keep her. Watching her leave, Xi Luo nonchalantly picked up her phone and tattled without any guilt, "Archbishop, are you busy?"

...

At noon, Li Qiao entered Yan Emperor One Zero One.

For the past few days, due to her pregnancy nausea, Shang Yu’s mood had not found effective release.

Even though he looked no different from usual, every deep night when she turned over half-asleep, she could clearly hear the man’s husky voice asking her if she felt like vomiting.

Li Qiao felt sorry for him and had considered sleeping in separate rooms, but each time she saw Shang Yu’s clear and profound eyes, she couldn’t bear to break the current situation.

In the office, Shang Yu’s desk was laden with strong-smelling black coffee, while Zhui Feng, holding a stack of documents, stood opposite the boss’s desk, hesitating to speak.

"Is there something else?" The man lifted his head, his austere face exuding an intimidating presence even without anger.

Zhui Feng leaned forward and hung his head, "Boss, do you think my hair has turned white?"

Shang Yu continued signing documents with his pen, closed the file, and glanced at him, "Speak your mind."

Zhui Feng immediately put on a cheery face, "I’d like to apply for annual leave..."

"Knock knock knock—"

CNM.

Zhui Feng got irritated and, gritting his teeth, stepped forward to open the large office door, "Get lost, come back later if you need something."

Outside stood Luoyu, with spit all over his face.

Next to him stood Li Qiao, hands in his pockets and looking utterly composed.

Luoyu wiped his face and, grabbing Zhui Feng’s collar, began to drag him outside, "You, come here."

"What the hell, Luoyu, what are you doing?" Zhui Feng, holding documents with one hand, couldn’t break free from Luoyu’s grip and was pushed and pulled into the neighboring meeting room.

Li Qiao leisurely walked into the office, looking straight into Shang Yu’s gradually softening eyes, "Am I disturbing you?"

"Not at all." The man put down his pen and beckoned her, "Why aren’t you resting at home?"

Li Qiao walked around the big desk and, quite naturally, lifted his arm, settling down on Shang Yu’s lap, "I was just bored at home, wanted to get some fresh air."

She leaned against Shang Yu, a smile in her eyes as she looked down, "Will you join me for a visit to grandpa’s house this weekend?"

The man tilted his head up slightly and nibbled on the corner of her lips, "Sure."

"I mean, this is an office, could you restrain yourselves a little?" Before Shang Yu could deepen the kiss, Zong Zhan’s teasing voice came slowly from the doorway of the lounge area in front.

Li Qiao instinctively thought about standing up from Shang Yu’s embrace, but he tightened his hold around her and shot a sideways glance at Zong Zhan, "You should leave now."

Zong Zhan let out a short laugh, casually walked over to the lounge area and took a seat, crossed his legs, and said leisurely, "I can leave, but first tell me, what did that woman say when she called you just now?"

That woman?

Li Qiao turned slightly, eyeing Shang Yu thoughtfully, "Xi Luo?"

The man curved his thin lips, caressing the back of her head soothingly, "Yes, she was asking for my help."

"Oh." Li Qiao didn’t think much of it and responded lightly.

Lately, things had been very quiet on the British Imperial side, whether it was Charlman or the Second Crown Prince, it seemed as though they had gone into hibernation after the trending incident.

Zong Zhan squinted his eyes, clearly unsatisfied with the answer.

He leisurely began to unfasten his cufflinks, a mischievous smile appearing on his face, "What kind of help? Even if she wants to deal with troubles in Myanmar, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to ask her sister-in-law?"

Yep, Li Qiao heard it, his words carried an underlying message.

She glanced left and right, her gaze shuttling back and forth between Zong Zhan and Shang Yu.

Xi Luo facing trouble in Myanmar was actually news to her.

Shang Yu patted Li Qiao’s back soothingly, turned to open the drawer of the desk, and took out a box of Plum Slices, tossing a glance at Zong Zhan, "You could ask her."

Zong Zhan lifted his lips in a cold smile, his eyes dropping to a swollen red bite mark on his arm, given by Xi Luo.

A couple of days ago, he had deliberately orchestrated a chance encounter, intending to settle scores with Xi Luo. But when the woman couldn’t win, she bit him, then took off running immediately after.

Zong Zhan had always been used to giving orders in the Military Department, but this was the first time he had encountered a woman like Xi Luo who didn’t play by the rules.

Call her a good person, but she’d done no good deeds.

Call her a bad person, yet she wasn’t completely devoid of conscience.

Zong Zhan was a deep thinker, and the grudge between him and Xi Luo wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten.

Meanwhile, Shang Yu, with Li Qiao in his arms, twisted off the lid of the Plum Slices and skillfully fed her, his movements practiced and relaxed as if he had done it thousands of times before.

Zong Zhan propped up his forehead and watched the scene, turning his face away with a mocking laugh.

He was used to this couple’s way of feeding each other anyway—it’s just that every time they smothered him with their display of affection, they were utterly lacking in public decency.

Without a care in the world, they’d shamelessly slap it right in your face.