CHAPTER 975: CHAPTER 975: COMPLETELY STAYING AWAY FROM HIM

After a day, the international economic summit between politicians commenced at the Cabinet Office.

Duke Charlman unexpectedly missed the meeting, but it didn’t attract much attention.

The British Imperial first heir, Crown Prince George, had arrived in Naypyidaw the night before the summit, drawing most of the attention.

During the summit, major roads in the capital were closed for control, firstly to ensure the orderly progress of the summit and secondly to guarantee the safety of foreign politicians during their stay in Myanmar.

At the hospital, Li Qiao lay idly in bed, browsing her phone with her freedom restricted.

On the opposite sofa sat Yun Lih, Song Liao, Shen Qingye, and Su Moshi, all in patient gowns, a rather spectacular sight.

Xia Siyu, with her arm in a sling, leaned crookedly against the bedside table, murmuring lazily, "So boring."

During the hospital stay, not only was it dull, but nothing happened either.

Xiao Yehui got arrested, and the Royal Knights were captured, which under normal circumstances would surely lead to a bloody storm.

But... unexpectedly, Xiao Hongdao took no action.

At this moment, Li Qiao closed the phone page, rubbed her temples, and asked, "Where’s the Second?"

"Don’t know, probably taking care of Auntie." Xia Siyu shook the sling hanging in front of her chest and added, "Brother Chen hasn’t been here these last two days either."

As the words fell, an eerie silence spread throughout the ward.

Several pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at Xia Siyu, each with different expressions, all laced with amusement.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Xia Siyu pouted, "Did I say something wrong?"

Song Liao asked naively, "What’s the relation between the Second not coming and Brother Chen?"

Xia Siyu rolled her eyes and murmured softly, "Dummy..."

Yun Lih, sitting on the armrest of the sofa, gave her a fleeting glance.

Xia Siyu averted her eyes from Song Liao, casually continued fiddling with her sling.

She seemed oblivious to Yun Lih’s gaze, or perhaps... she noticed it yet didn’t care.

In any case, after that day’s conversation, Xia Siyu never troubled Yun Lih again.

She maintained a friendly distance, restrained her concern for him, and tried to stay entirely away in the most nonchalant manner.

Xia Siyu had acted impulsively several times; now, her courage had withered, and she was tired.

Shortly after, the door to the ward was pushed open from outside.

Shen Qingye was about to exclaim why they didn’t knock when he suddenly glimpsed that tall, dark figure and hurriedly fell silent like a quail.

Lately, Master Yan had indeed been somewhat intimidating.

Although there were no particularly intense words and his behavior was quite normal, his aura was downright frightening.

The man walked into the ward, cast an indifferent glance, pursed his lips, and instructed in a low voice, "Leave."

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, her fingers quietly feeling for the phone as she discreetly unlocked it and activated the watch’s built-in program.

A few seconds later, Li Qiao turned to look at the screen, frowning deeply.

All of Shang Yu’s vital signs were normal, whether his heartbeat or breathing, without any abnormal fluctuations.

Yet, the coldness he displayed was greatly different from his usual self.

Li Qiao sighed softly, lifting her head again, and found that only she and Shang Yu were left in the ward.

Xia Siyu and the others had long since filed out, not even greeting.

Li Qiao sat up, wrapped her arms around her knees, and fixed her gaze on Shang Yu.

She attempted to discern something from the man’s face but found nothing after a while.

"What, is there something on my face?" The man pulled a chair and sat down, elegantly picked up a cup of water, and offered it to her.

Li Qiao didn’t take it; her clear, dark eyes reflecting Shang Yu’s handsome profile, "You..."

"Hmm?" He raised the cup with one hand, leisurely gazing at her.

Li Qiao blinked, abandoning some thoughts, pouting at the water cup, "Feed me."

Enough.

Even she couldn’t fathom Shang Yu’s true thoughts; asking rashly would only add trouble.

Moreover, the watch’s built-in program hadn’t recorded any alarm for vital monitoring; he shouldn’t have had an episode.

Thinking this way, Li Qiao no longer dwelled on it.

And upon hearing her request, Shang Yu’s thin lips curved into a faint smile, and he took a sip of water himself.

The next second, Li Qiao’s head was cupped, her body unavoidably leaning into the man’s embrace, lips meeting as the warm water passed from his mouth to hers.

Li Qiao: "..."

This wasn’t what she meant!

Shang Yu didn’t stop at that; after feeding her a sip of water, his tongue pried open her teeth, delving inside to ravage every corner.

When the kiss ended, seeing him pick up the cup again, Li Qiao hurriedly pressed down his wrist, "That’s enough."

"One more sip?" Shang Yu’s eyes smiled; his voice was gentle and magnetic.

Li Qiao watched him warily, moving back on the bed, "I’ll do it myself."

The man compliantly handed her the cup, indulging her as always.

At this point, Li Qiao completely dispelled the doubts in her heart.

...

In the afternoon, a commercial airplane landed on the runway at Naypyidaw Capital Airport.

As the cabin door opened, passengers began to make their way onto the jet bridge, and at the very back, three frail figures slowly emerged.

Behind them followed several tall, imposing men dressed in sleek suits, each with a severe expression.

The passengers in front occasionally stole glances backward, hastening their pace without a word.

"What’s the situation?"

"I just heard the flight attendant say it seems like the police are on a case, trying not to cause panic, so they’re all in plain clothes."

"Doesn’t look like it though, do all Myanmar police look so fierce and menacing?"

"And who knows what crime those three old men committed, being sent all the way to Myanmar for punishment, quite unlucky."

Soon, the group exited the airport hall via the VIP channel.

In the parking lot, inside a black van, the men in black pushed the three old men into the back seat, locked the doors and windows, and took out a phone to make a call: "Sir, the first batch of goods has arrived."

From the other end, an old, deep voice sounded: "Bring them over, and have someone keep an eye on the remaining goods."

"Yes, sir."

...

At four in the afternoon, Shang Yu returned to the villa.

Ten minutes after he left, Li Qiao changed into casual attire and strolled out of the hospital with lazy steps.

She didn’t go far, just crossed the street to a small restaurant opposite the hospital.

Luoyu followed Li Qiao warily, observing her surroundings attentively, always ready for any defense.

Li Qiao glanced at her, "Within a hundred meters of the hospital, they’re all our people. Relax."

Luoyu paused but maintained the same guarded expression, "Ma’am, it’s better to be safe."

Li Qiao said nothing, pursed her lips with a sigh, and walked straight into the small restaurant.

Luoyu dared not be careless, stood at the restaurant entrance acting as a gatekeeper, scrutinizing any passerby.

Consequently, over the next half-hour, not a single customer dared to enter for a meal.