CHAPTER 972: CHAPTER 972: THE NAMELESS HUMAN INFANT

At eleven o’clock at night, all the cruise ships docked.

The yacht brought by Xiao Yehui was also forced back to the riverside by Zuo Xuan and others.

Except for Xiao Yehui, who was severely injured and unconscious, all the other injured Royal Knights were disarmed and squatted by the lake like defeated dogs waiting for judgment.

Because the surviving knights all recognized Shang Yu.

British Imperial Upper House, Archbishop.

By the lakeside, a medical car had been waiting in place for a long time.

He Chen leaned against the front of the car, smoking with a sternly handsome face, while Yin Mo sat in the passenger seat, constantly looking around through the half-lowered car window.

Before long, He Chen moved, dropped the cigarette butt, crushed it with his heel, and walked towards the lakeside.

Yin Mo looked anxious, wanting to get out of the car but not daring to act rashly.

By the lakeside, Li Qiao, draped in a man’s suit jacket, was carried off the boat by Shang Yu holding her in his arms.

Both of them exuded a damp mist, especially the man, who carried a powerful and aloof aura.

He Chen slowly stood still, his gaze passing over Li Qiao and finally landing on Shang Yu’s face, "Did something happen?"

"The medical car?" The man did not answer but asked in return, his tone particularly low and cold.

He Chen pursed his lips slightly and nodded towards the back, "Fifteen meters away, you use it first."

That medical car was originally intended to treat Yin Mo’s mother.

Shang Yu, taking Li Qiao, walked towards the medical car, and He Chen looked back, his gaze slowly narrowing.

"Xiao Si, when did you come?"

Zong Zhan and Jin Rong walked over wrapped in towels, both of them equally wet and slightly embarrassed.

He Chen retracted his gaze and saw them dressed in towels, frowning slightly, "Jumped into the lake?"

"It’s a long story," Zong Zhan flicked off the towel from his shoulder, then shook his cropped hair, "Give me a cigarette."

On the other side, Shang Yu boarded the medical car compartment with Li Qiao in his arms, Yin Mo in the front row hurriedly turned around, "Qiaoqiao, my mom..."

"Get out." The man ordered in a deep voice, the simple two words devoid of any warmth.

Yin Mo’s eyes flickered, she glanced at Li Qiao, then nodded sensibly, "Okay, I’ll wait outside the car, call me if you need anything."

She thought, something might have happened, otherwise, Master Yan wouldn’t suddenly become so cold and distant.

At this moment, there was only Li Qiao in his eyes.

Yin Mo pushed open the door and got out of the car, pulled out a black mask from her pocket, and stood quietly three meters away.

Inside the compartment, Shang Yu’s handsome face was tense, quickly pulling down all the curtains and privacy drapes, then turned on the examination equipment in the medical car, "Take off your clothes, hm?"

Li Qiao lowered her head, pulling slightly at the corner of her mouth, raising her head and locking eyes with the man, "Aunt Yin is injured, why don’t we..." return to the villa to check.

"She’s injured, what does that have to do with us?" What Shang Yu said was cold and heartless, wrapped in sharpness.

After saying that, the man leaned forward, his cold fingers pinching Li Qiao’s chin, enunciating clearly, "Life and death are determined by fate; let her fend for herself."

Li Qiao was tightly locked by Shang Yu’s ink-black gaze, the spacious medical car suddenly seemed cramped and suffocating.

The man was full of low pressure, his pupils deep like the sea, without a trace of compromise.

Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth, got up, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "The training suit is a bit tight, help me take it off."

Shang Yu’s tense outline softened a bit, his palm cupping the back of her head, he sucked her lips forcefully, "Good..."

The man instantly shed his sharp aura, perhaps only Li Qiao could calm him down in an instant.

The roof light inside the medical car was very bright, Li Qiao observed Shang Yu without blinking, from his brows and eyes to his breathing, besides his expression being somewhat stern, his emotions were relatively stable.

In a few short seconds, Li Qiao suddenly felt a chill on her shoulder, snapping her back to reality, only to find the top of her training suit already pulled down to her shoulders.

At this moment, a thin smile appeared at the tightly pressed edge of Shang Yu’s lips, his fingertips brushed along the fabric inside her shoulder, "Bulletproof vest?"

"Hm, just in case." Li Qiao nodded casually, then narrowed her eyes slightly, "You didn’t wear one?"

As she spoke, she reached out, her warm fingers slipping into the open collar of the man’s shirt.

Previously, Li Qiao had purposefully taken several newly developed ultra-thin bulletproof vests from the heavy industry manufacturing plant for everyone to wear at the scene.

Even with stringent security checks at the Cabinet Office, carelessness couldn’t be ruled out.

Besides, considering the Xiao family father and son’s behavior, they had to be cautious.

Li Qiao naturally reached into Shang Yu’s collar, feeling the warmth, unable to detect any bulletproof vest traces.

She raised her brows, glancing at the man, a flick of her hand, in an instant unbuttoned his entire shirt.

Before her, his honey-tinted chest was still wet with dampness, even-textured contours emanating the scent of hormones.

Li Qiao’s gaze flickered, before she could speak, Shang Yu grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

Their skin touched, the atmosphere grew unbearably heated.

The man placed Li Qiao on his lap, buried his head in her neck, his palm slowly caressing her lower abdomen, hoarse words escaped, "Is he okay?"

He, a human offspring with not even a name.

Li Qiao wrapped her arms around Shang Yu’s shoulders, lightly shook her head, "No, he’s fine."

Indeed, pregnant women shouldn’t engage in strenuous activities, but there had to be an end between her and Xiao Yehui.

Tonight, could be considered mutual fulfillment.

Shang Yu’s thin lips lingered at Li Qiao’s nape, his fingers ventured into her shirt hem, becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

"Knock knock knock—"

The sound of knocking startled the ambiguous air currents inside the compartment.

Shang Yu picked up the suit beside him, wrapped Li Qiao, then opened the slanted rear window, his voice low and cold, "Bring the car over."

Outside the window, Luoyu immediately nodded, "Boss, the car is nearby."

Soon, Shang Yu, holding Li Qiao, got off the medical car. Without pause, they switched to a bulletproof car, leaving Maine River first.

...

At the same time, Zuo Xuan and others were still finishing up by the lakeside.

Mother Yin was secretly escorted to a medical car for secondary treatment.

Meanwhile, Xia Siyu and others, sat on the ground like survivors of a disaster, each holding a cigarette, puffing smoke, settling their emotions.

It was hard to imagine, if something really happened to Li Qiao tonight, what would they do.

Xia Siyu, still with lingering fear, opened her palm towards Shen Qingye, "Give me one."

Sometimes, the tobacco smell was unpleasant, but at times, the bitter nicotine truly soothed the heart.

Upon hearing, Shen Qingye handed Xia Siyu a cigarette without a second thought, "It’s a man’s cigarette, strong, take it easy."

Xia Siyu wasn’t addicted to smoking, but that didn’t prevent her from smoking.

A cigarette was skillfully placed between her lips, she took the lighter and bent down to light it, but the flame went out.

She pressed the lighter again, just about to light the cigarette, but the flame extinguished again.

This time, Xia Siyu saw clearly, the flame was blown out.

She held the cigarette, turned her head, not yet seeing the other person’s face, the cigarette at her corner of her mouth was taken away, "If you can’t smoke, don’t smoke."