CHAPTER 930: CHAPTER 930: HE CHEN AND SHANG YU FIGHT

In front of Shang Zonghai, Li Qiao completely opened her heart.

Because he is Shang Yu’s close relative and one of the few who knows the whole story.

The sound of grinding gradually stopped, and Shang Zonghai gently waved his hand above the inkstone, making the fragrance of the ink even stronger.

He leaned back against the chair, speaking bluntly, "Your hearts are in chaos."

Li Qiao’s gaze was honest, but there was a turmoil beneath her eyes.

Shang Zonghai placed the Buddha Beads on the table, interlacing his fingers, with a benevolent smile on his lips, "Girl, it’s fine to care, but you both have gone too far."

"Dad..." Li Qiao swallowed, unusually puzzled.

Shang Zonghai called for the servant to bring two more cups of hot tea. He blew on the steam and slightly raised his eyes, "Want to hear my opinion?"

"All ears."

This sentence filled Shang Zonghai’s eyes with laughter again.

He sipped tea to moisten his throat and then said slowly and steadily, "Your psychological burden is too heavy. You are losing your way."

Shang Zonghai paused, his voice carrying a weight that could soothe emotions, "Both of you are usually calm and rational, yet when it comes to each other, you become powerless.

You take care of his emotions, worry about his illness, hesitate, unable to make up your mind.

As for Shaoyan, his unfortunate youth resulted in such an extreme character. He seems arrogant and domineering, but he is actually very sensitive inside.

Girl, you really don’t need to look before you leap. He’s Shaoyan, your husband. You can do anything you want with him. A man’s self-esteem is insignificant before his lover."

Li Qiao never expected Shang Zonghai’s guidance to be so straightforward.

She closed her eyes, and the emotions hovering between her brows quietly diminished, "Shaoyan seems unwilling for me to study his illness..."

This was her insurmountable barrier for days.

Shang Yu is too proud to expose his most vulnerable side, even ordinary people might not endure it easily.

At this moment, Shang Zonghai shook his head with a smile, "Regardless of whether he wants it or not, just use the medicine when needed, and treat him when necessary. Don’t worry about his feelings. Believe it or not, no matter what you do to him, he will compromise.

In essence, it’s just that ridiculous pride at work. He doesn’t want you to study it because he’s afraid you’ll disdain him."

Li Qiao’s breathing gradually slowed, amidst the ink fragrance, her thoughts were like the moon appearing from behind the clouds.

Suddenly enlightened, it seemed so.

Shang Zonghai adjusted his glasses, his gaze becoming distant and prolonged, "Girl, love isn’t afraid of quarrels or conflicts, just afraid of distrust.

Being with Shaoyan, you constantly care for his emotions. Over time, you will surely get tired and may feel exhausted and slackened.

Don’t let those emotions tie you down. Untie your knot, go forward, regardless of the outcome, we can bear it."

...

On the other side, outside the villa gate.

An SUV was parked by the roadside, the window half rolled down, occasionally wafting out light white smoke.

In the backseat, He Chen lazily put one leg on the front seat, casually smoking, "Shang Shaoyan, you’re fussier than any man I’ve ever met."

The car cabin was filled with dead silence.

Ah Yong, sitting in the driver’s seat, held the steering wheel, motionless, fearing the Overlord of the South Sea would pull out a gun and shoot him, an innocent bystander, at any moment.

Shang Yu didn’t go to the Prince’s Manor, only instructed Wei Ang to make a quick round trip.

At this moment, the man crossed his legs, resting his head on the chair’s back, his handsome face stern, the cigarette between his fingers emitting white smoke, but he barely took a puff.

He Chen glanced at him from the side, his gaze falling on his wrist, raising his eyebrows slightly.

The latest biological sign monitoring watch...

He Chen turned his face away, his expression showing understanding.

Li Qiao moves quite fast, thought she would hesitate for a long time.

After a short silence, He Chen licked his back teeth, "Did you eavesdrop on my conversation with Zong Lao San that day?"

Shang Yu looked down and rubbed his fingertips, sparing words like gold, "Speak directly."

"You bloody..." He Chen cursed, enduring the mocking cold tone: "Do you really think Li Qiao had her wings clipped by you?"

The man’s eyes suddenly darkened, his voice deep, "That’s the fact."

He Chen looked at him disdainfully, sneering, "And then you uncontrollably think of yourself as Li Qiao’s burden?"

Shang Yu’s thin lips tilted slightly, his eyes like deep seas gazing out the window, "Burden, huh..."

"That’s why I say you’re fussy," He Chen scraped his lower lip with his teeth, "You only think about how to be good to her, without considering whether she’s willing to have her wings clipped by you?

Shang Shaoyan, if you’re ill, see a doctor, take medicine. The thing you fear won’t happen. If Li Qiao couldn’t bear even this grievance, she would have divorced you long ago."

The front row Ah Yong: "..."

He suspected that Brother Chen wasn’t here to mediate, but to break up a couple.

Shang Yu slowly turned his eyes, his cold, deep gaze landing on He Chen’s face, not saying a word, but the cigarette in his fingers was pinched out of shape.

He Chen caught sight of his revealed emotion, suddenly hatching a plan, kicked the front row seat, "Drive."

Ah Yong immediately started the engine, "Brother Chen, where to?"

He Chen sneered, "Find the nearest boxing gym."

Oh, to fight.

Shang Yu didn’t stop him, threw the cigarette butt out the window, and slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, "You can’t beat me."

He Chen looked at his actions sideways, coldly and indulgently laughing, "You’ll only know after trying."

The seemingly good state between Shang Shaoyan and Li Qiao had long been known to not just be an affair between two people.

Everyone around them was affected.

The low pressure and heavy mentality on them, not only caused delays but might even lead to danger.

After all, Charlman is coming.

...

Half an hour later, Wei Ang returned to the villa to report and said the Eldest Young Master didn’t go with him but got into He Chen’s car parked outside the gate.

Li Qiao was eating guava slowly, hearing this, couldn’t help but lift her head with surprise, "He Chen also came?"

"Arrived a day before you." Shang Zonghai was writing on the Xuan paper with a brush, glanced at Wei Ang, "Where are they?"

Wei Ang coughed against his fist, his voice muffled, "Heard they... went to the boxing gym to fight."

Li Qiao silently put down her fork without speaking, Shang Zonghai chuckled lightly, "Send someone to keep an eye on them, see who wins between the two, I believe... Xiao Chen has a better chance."

Li Qiao: "..."

Wei Ang coughed lightly again, "Master, I bet the Eldest Young Master will win."

Shang Zonghai placed the brush on the mountain-shaped brush holder, lifting his eyelids, "Girl, who do you think will win?"

Li Qiao said Shaoyan, then let Wei Ang drive her to the boxing gym.

Seeing this, Shang Zonghai took off his glasses, teasing softly, "What’s the rush? Why not have a cup of tea with me and wait for the result?"

Li Qiao stood still, looked back at Shang Zonghai, her brows and eyes returning to their usual boldness and wantonness, "Dad, you just said it, let us untie the knot quickly."