CHAPTER 887: CHAPTER 887: STILL WATERS RUN DEEP

Until they both entered the bathroom, Li Qiao noticed Shang Yu following her in, only then did she realize something was amiss.

She cleared her throat lightly and motioned towards the door, "I’ll wash myself."

The implication being, you should leave.

Shang Yu’s gaze was deep and dark, he reached out and unfastened the robe dangling at his waist, his actions carrying a stern sensuality, "Together."

How could they bathe like this?

Li Qiao took a step back, ready to refuse, but the next second her words were swallowed as the man captured her lips.

Intimacy perhaps was the best remedy for calming emotions.

...

The next day, it snowed.

Li Qiao drowsily opened her eyes, raised the curtains and was greeted by a snow-covered world outside.

She hugged the quilt, recalling last night, her throat rolled, her brows and eyes bearing an irresistible charm.

Li Qiao didn’t even know how she fell asleep.

From the bathroom to the bed, his movements were gentle and extremely tender, extending over an unusually long time.

Later, right before she fell asleep, she seemed to hear him whisper something in her ear.

Li Qiao gazed at the snowy window, and three seconds later, she remembered.

At that time, Shang Yu said: "No more in the future."

Li Qiao covered the upper half of her face, smiling faintly.

The scandal of Shang Yu harming his siblings exploded suddenly at three in the afternoon.

Not in the South Sea, but in the British Imperial.

As the Archbishop, head of the entire House of Lords, if he was malicious enough to harm his siblings, he naturally should not qualify as Speaker of the Sacred Deputies.

Li Qiao received the news when it was eleven o’clock at night in the South Sea.

Shang Yu hadn’t returned home yet, he only called her to say she should sleep early and not wait up.

At the same time, at Charlman Manor.

Ming Dailan was sitting in the studio, staring tensely at her phone, "Who did it?"

Yin Mo looked down and answered methodically, "It’s still unclear whether it was the eldest son or... the mister."

Ming Dailan’s fingers tightened, "Global Society..."

Yin Mo nodded, "Global Society is an enterprise under the Second Crown Prince, today’s sudden release of such news might be to divert... attention from the former Duchess’s cause of death."

Ming Dailan leaned back in her chair abruptly, her tone very heavy, "What about Xiao Yehui?"

"The eldest son went to the Parliament Building yesterday and hasn’t come back yet."

Ming Dailan closed her eyes to take a deep breath, reopening them with her expression restored to its prior gentleness and calm, "You can leave now."

Yin Mo bowed and left, and after the room door shut tightly, Ming Dailan took out her phone to make a call.

Elsewhere, Xiao Hongdao was leisurely brewing tea in the tea room, lifting his eyelids slightly, "What is she doing?"

Yin Zhihong, half-bowed, answered truthfully, "Madam is still painting, she hasn’t come out all afternoon."

Xiao Hongdao blew gently on the steam rising from the teacup, "Hmm, she’s holding herself well."

"Sir, you and Madam..." Yin Zhihong wanted to inquire further, but hesitated.

A trace of amusement appeared in Xiao Hongdao’s somewhat aged eyes, "Old Yin, how long have you been with me?"

Yin Zhihong tightened his expression, quickly bowing his head, "Sir, almost forty years now."

"It’s been so long, yet it’s the first time I’ve noticed your curiosity," Xiao Hongdao said with a faint smile remaining on his face.

Yin Zhihong realized he was out of bounds and bowed his head again, "Sir, I..."

"Forget it." Xiao Hongdao waved his hand, "Go fetch Xiao Mo here."

Yin Zhihong left the tea room, bowing, his forehead tinged with a cold sweat of panic.

Regretting deeply, he hurriedly went to find Yin Mo, bringing her to the manor’s backyard, instructing her, "Mohmoh, when you see sir, say as little as possible, do you understand?"

Yin Mo nodded with a calm face, "Understood, Dad."

Yin Zhihong’s decades-long tacit understanding with Xiao Hongdao allowed him almost instantly to fathom Xiao Hongdao’s intentions.

His summons of Yin Mo was a covert warning and test.

The fact is... Mohmoh’s closeness with Madam lately might have already aroused sir’s suspicion.

Yin Zhihong repeatedly advised, fearing the unsophisticated Yin Mo might offend Xiao Hongdao.

At this moment, Yin Mo, looking at him with extraordinary calmness, asked, "What did you say to sir?"

Yin Zhihong pursed his lips, scolding sternly, "I told you not to ask what you shouldn’t ask, why won’t you remember?"

Yin Mo glanced at him, then turned and went back into the manor without another word.

Yin Zhihong dared not speak out, quietly reminding her from behind, "Remember what Dad said."

In the tea room, Yin Mo entered, her face characteristically expressionless, "Sir."

This was the expression management He Chen taught her, if you don’t want anyone to probe your inner thoughts, then return everything to peace.

She always remembered the four words He Chen emphasized: Still waters run deep.

At this moment, Xiao Hongdao said nothing, immersed in brewing tea, as if Yin Mo didn’t exist.

Time slipped by minute by minute in this eerie atmosphere.

An entire hour passed, and the sky outside the window had turned a deep blue when Xiao Hongdao set down the medical book in his hand and gestured to a chair near the tea table, "Sit down."

Yin Mo’s legs felt stiff, she paused for two seconds before walking over to sit down.

Xiao Hongdao poured a cup of cold tea and pushed it in front of her, his eyes on her face, speaking meaningfully, "Ah Hui went out yesterday, why weren’t you with him?"

Yin Mo looked up directly at Xiao Hongdao, "The eldest son didn’t call me."

"Didn’t call you?" Xiao Hongdao savored her choice of words, leaning back against the chair, "You’re his accompanying bodyguard, does he need to personally summon you when he goes out?"

"Sir misunderstands." Yin Mo lowered her gaze respectfully, "It was because the eldest son knew I’ve been accompanying the Madam to relieve her boredom, so he arranged for a team to accompany him for everyday outings."

Xiao Hongdao rubbed the teacup, seemingly satisfied, and nodded, "The Madam indeed hasn’t been in the best of spirits recently, it makes sense you accompany her. However... after relieving her boredom for so many days, has her condition improved?"

"She seems much better."

Xiao Hongdao pursed his lips slightly, casually saying, "Since that’s the case, then it’s time for you to go out and handle some business as well."

Yin Mo’s eyes brightened, "Please instruct me, sir."

Xiao Hongdao unhurriedly poured out the cold tea from the cup, glanced at Yin Mo, and said profoundly, "I heard before that you seven children get along well, so it’s just right, now that Ah Hui is away, you can make a trip to the South Sea for me and handle a matter."

...

South Sea, midnight.

Shang Yu hadn’t returned, Li Qiao sat leisurely in the laboratory, only her eyes harbored a hidden frost.

She had long known that the Charlman Family would not take defeat lying down and was prepared to counterattack.

But she truly underestimated their malice, daring to use the incident from eleven years ago to attack Shang Yu.

The charge of harming one’s siblings, it was even more heinous than murder and arson.

And the identity of an Archbishop certainly couldn’t endure any blemish.

"Little girl, don’t keep silent with a cold face." Xi Luo raised her phone to the screen, frowning as she urged, "The consequences of this matter are serious, I don’t need to repeat it, do I? As Speaker of the Sacred Deputies, not to mention harming siblings, by the rules, he can’t even kill a dog."