CHAPTER 977: CHAPTER 977: GOING WITH THE FLOW

Li Qiao looked up and declined casually, "No meeting."

As soon as the words fell, a deep, cold voice landed at the back of Luoyu’s head, "This kind of thing, don’t report in the future."

Luoyu’s body hair instantly stood on end.

She turned around with wide eyes, suddenly seeing Shang Yu’s dark and penetrating gaze, and lowered her head in fear, "Yes, Boss."

The man’s eyes were filled with frost as he pushed open the door and entered the ward, shutting Luoyu outside in a reverse manner.

Cold, bone-chilling cold.

A casual look from the Boss could make her knees weak and want to kneel.

He’s still him, the Overlord of the South Sea, but he seems to be more sinister and domineering than before.

Only Li Qiao can make him look amiable.

Luoyu’s gaze was complex, filled with unease.

Through the glass of the door, she could see Shang Yu walk to the window and gently rub Li Qiao’s hair in a tender and gentle manner.

Luoyu couldn’t hear their conversation and could only leave with a worried heart.

Hopefully, she’s overthinking it.

...

In the room, Shang Yu sat at the bedside, and with a long arm, he gathered Li Qiao into his embrace, "Why haven’t you slept yet?"

Li Qiao was not short, slender and long, but sitting in the man’s embrace made her seem much smaller.

She glanced sideways, her gaze falling on his Adam’s apple, a smile emerging in her eyes, "Was Landis taken away by your people?"

Bai Yan mentioned ’King of Hell’, likely referring to him.

The man caressed her warm cheek, lowered his head, his voice deep, "Did you see the news?"

Li Qiao picked up her phone, pursing her lips with a faint smile, "Of course, the entire social platform of the British Imperial is paralyzed. Was the morning news reported by official media under the House of Lords?"

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple moved, his thin lips curling into a sharp arc, "Yes, going with the flow."

This term...

Li Qiao rubbed the edge of her phone, contemplating briefly and deducing the gist.

She gazed at Shang Yu with a fiery look, "So... did she really go mad?"

Actually, Xiao Hongdao’s scandal of harming his wife wasn’t irreparable.

Ultimately, it’s a friction between husband and wife, and finding a favorable excuse to redirect public opinion would be easy.

On the contrary, the video of Ming Dailan being abandoned on the street ignited public anger.

"Not important." The man kissed her corner of the mouth, "This is just the beginning."

Perhaps Ming Dailan’s final value was merely a pawn for the Shang’s father and son against Xiao Hongdao.

Regardless of right or wrong, Li Qiao only felt sad for her.

Searching all her life, in the end, she had nothing.

Whether she was pretending to be mad or truly insane, all was the result of the seeds she sowed herself.

If she truly loved her son, how could she only remember her Ah Zun during her madness?

Shang Yu, Shang Lu, Xiao Yening... she forgot all about them.

Ming Dailan didn’t even apologize to Shang Yu for her foolishness.

In the depths of her memory, Ah Zun was the only one who treated her well, so she sought him out to continue enjoying Ah Zun’s tolerance and care.

In this lifetime, from beginning to end, Ming Dailan loved only herself the most.

...

In the quiet night of the ward, Li Qiao lightly fell asleep in Shang Yu’s arms.

As the lights went out, the man bent down to imprint a kiss on her forehead, gazing deeply at her for a while before turning to leave the room.

Outside the door, Luoyu stood not far away, her gaze flickering, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Shang Yu passed her by, amidst the sound of his sharp steps, she heard the man’s warning, "Don’t disturb her."

Luoyu nodded, watching the man’s distant and detached figure gradually vanish, realizing her palm was drenched in sweat.

Such a boss was indeed intimidating.

When Shang Yu returned to the other courtyard, torrential rain instantly fell.

In the study, Shang Zonghai held an iPad with one hand, his gaze indifferent as he watched the British Imperial news.

Wei Ang heard footsteps and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, "Eldest Young Master."

As Shang Yu made his way over, the fabric on his shoulders was already soaked by the rain.

The fringe of hair drooping from his forehead also exuded a moist aura, accentuating his increasingly cold and profound features.

"Did you get caught in the rain?" Shang Zonghai set down the iPad, looking up leisurely towards the doorway.

Shang Yu remained silent, pursed his thin lips, walked to the opposite side, sat down, crossed his legs, and lowered his head to light a cigarette, "Was the video of her on the Myanmar street released by you?"

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and leaned on the back of the chair, glanced at Wei Ang, "Bring a towel."

Wei Ang took his leave carrying out the command.

Shang Zonghai placed his glasses on the left side, then picked up an inkstick and softly ground it on the ink slab, "Things always require a little interest back."

Shang Yu turned his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, the white mist dispersed, blurring the man’s sharp brows and eyes, "Are you still planning to manage her?"

"Can’t manage much, leave at most a life." Shang Zonghai unhurriedly ground the ink, its fragrance flowing in the air as if possessing a calming effect.

Seeing the man’s deep brows and eyes receding, Shang Zonghai furrowed his brow and sighed, "Do not underestimate Xiao Hongdao; a mere woman can’t easily shake his position."

"Certainly not." Shang Yu’s gaze was like the ocean, a playful cold gleam shooting from his eyes, "Your purpose in releasing the video was to force him to act?"

Shang Zonghai reached across the table, picked up the cigarette box at the corner, and his expression grew profound, "Only in a moment of life and death can a person’s potential be stimulated."

"To make Xiao Hongdao act on her and thus test the authenticity?"

Shang Zonghai lit the cigarette, his deep eyes squinting, "You can’t expect me to harbor old feelings?"

"That’s best." Shang Yu smiled coldly, his presence gradually dissipating.

Shang Zonghai unhappily glanced at him, "Rushing back in the middle of the night just to remind me not to be soft-hearted?"

The man had a smile on his lips, and his overwhelming presence slowly faded away, "Just afraid you’ll repeat past mistakes, that’s all."

Just then, Wei Ang arrived belatedly with a towel.

Shang Zonghai snorted, opened the drawer on the corner of the table, and took out a white porcelain bottle, tossing it towards the opposite side, "Take two pills, lest you get sick tomorrow and worry the girls."

The man raised his arm, grasped his palm tightly, catching the white porcelain bottle in mid-air.

He gently rubbed it and lazily exhaled, "Have you told Shang Lu?"

Shang Zonghai puffed smoke with a mature, indistinctive face, saying, "He’ll inevitably know sooner or later. After all these years, he’s grown up."

...

The next day, Duke Charlman’s scandal from the British Imperial had already drifted overseas to Myanmar.

Not widely known, but politicians from various countries heard about it.

Crown Prince George sent people to contact Xiao Hongdao but received no reply, and Xiao Yehui remained out of contact.

Thus, Crown Prince George looked at a message on his phone, shook his head, and cursed with a laugh, "The Old Fox is always the Old Fox."

With that, he turned his gaze towards the assistant secretary beside him, instructing calmly, "In my name, propose to the House of Representatives and the Royal Family to swiftly revoke Duke Charlman’s noble title. Let the Council organize discussions; I will personally attend in three days."