Chapter 979: Chapter 979: You Have Too Many Weaknesses

After a while, He Chen dragged Yin Mo out of the ward.

Li Qiao slowly walked to the window, looking at Xiao Yehui with a faint expression, “A ruse of self-injury doesn’t seem like your style.”

At this moment, Xiao Yehui looked rather miserable.

Yin Mo didn’t hold back her blows, leaving his handsome face bruised and battered.

Xiao Yehui touched his swollen cheekbone, his eyes red as he chuckled softly, “No matter what I do, do you always think I have ulterior motives?”

Li Qiao turned her head away, looking calmly at her toes, “Even with an injured leg, you should still have had the strength to fight back.”

Xiao Yehui remained sitting upright in the wheelchair, his posture rigid and stiff.

His Adam’s apple moved, his lips tightened and relaxed repeatedly, as if he wanted to speak, yet remained silently enigmatic.

Neither of them knew how much time passed as they sat in wordless confrontation.

Xiao Yehui clenched the wheelchair’s armrest, closing his eyes, “Ready to make a move?”

“It’s not the right time yet,” Li Qiao replied indifferently, bending over to pick up the tissue box on the coffee table, tossing it onto his lap, “Clean yourself up, lest your father sees and thinks I’ve mistreated you.”

Xiao Yehui slowly moved his hand, lightly flicking his fingers, causing the tissue box to fall to the floor, “He won’t come.”

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him without speaking.

Xiao Yehui gazed out the window, his expression dull and dark, “That person will never be threatened. Xiao Qi, against someone with no conscience, you have no chance of winning.”

“Really?” Li Qiao touched her chin, curling her lips indifferently, “If he truly has no conscience, it might make things easier.”

“You’re wrong,” Xiao Yehui slowly closed his eyes, “He can abandon anyone, but can you? Your parents, teachers, friends, loved ones—any of them are his weapons.”

Li Qiao pressed her lips together, about to speak when Xiao Yehui opened his eyes again, “Xiao Qi, you have too many weaknesses, your heart isn’t tough enough. You think capturing me could force him to yield, but reality has proven, you are indeed wrong.”

Li Qiao crossed her arms, laughed while shaking her head, “You underestimate yourself too much.”

Whoever led Xiao Yehui to such a misconception, believing Xiao Hongdao could easily abandon him.

At this point, Xiao Yehui was touching his empty left arm, sighing wistfully, “Maybe only you would think I’m that important. Tell me, if I hadn’t gone back to succeed the dukedom, would the Seven Sons not have ended up like this?”

“Even if you didn’t return, the blood debt owed by the Chairman Family must still be paid in full.”

Xiao Yehui’s eyes flickered, a noticeable shift in his previously subdued emotion, “What do you mean?”

Five minutes later, Li Qiao walked out of the experimental ward.

It had been a long time since she had such a calm conversation with Xiao Yehui.

Between them lay an insurmountable sea of blood and hatred.

Regardless of whether Xiao Yehui was aware or not, the Chairman Family must pay the price.

Inside the room, Xiao Yehui sat silently for a long, long time.

His hand continuously touched his left shoulder, the missing limb and remaining sanity continually reminding him of one fact.

His left arm, blown off, was his father’s doing.

The Parma First Blue Blood Family was an alliance initiated by his father.

And Li Qiao was a descendant of the Mu Family.

Xiao Yehui’s eyes were chaotic, too much information overwhelming his ability to cope, as he heavily leaned back against the chair.

In an instant, his breath hitched, and the pain at such distance caused him to tremble uncontrollably.

Xiao Yehui, with red eyes, laughed, and after laughing, he covered his eyes, experiencing everything alone.

This life of his, manipulated at every turn, was truly miserable.

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Meanwhile, Li Qiao paused her steps at the nurse’s station outside the experimental ward.

Recalling Xiao Yehui’s previously awkward movements, she pondered and requested his medical records from the nurse.

Upon unfolding the records, Li Qiao couldn’t help but frown.

Back burns, spinal damage, with foreign objects remaining…

Li Qiao cleared her throat, placed the medical records back at the nurse’s station, and turned to enter the elevator.

That night in the water, when the explosion occurred suddenly, as she dove into the sea, she vaguely sensed someone blocking her from behind amid the flames.

The situation was urgent then; once in the water, she began to sink, avoiding injury from the explosion’s debris.

Xiao Yehui… so contradictory.

In the elevator, Li Qiao felt a mix of emotions; he loathed Liuzi yet still showed consideration.

He could have shot Mother Yin dead with one bullet but instead only hit her foot, giving Mother Yin a chance to escape.

Before the bomb exploded on the yacht, he could have done nothing, taking them down with him.

Yet Xiao Yehui still made a gesture, a retreat signal most familiar among the Seven Sons.

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Another day passed, and Xiao Hongdao was unusually quiet.

The economic summit of statesmen from various countries had already concluded, and as the heads of state departed, the Capital of Myanmar, Naypyidaw, returned to its usual peace.

That evening, the main road had yet to be unblocked.

On his way to the hospital, Shang Yu unexpectedly received a phone call.

After listening to the report inside, the man slightly narrowed his frosty eyes, reclining against the seat as he quietly ordered Liuyun, “Head to Liao Mountain.”

Liuyun promptly complied, forcefully turning the car around, heading for Liao Mountain at the opposite side of the city.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao was lying in the hospital, resting with her eyes closed, when suddenly, an unusual alert sound chimed from her phone.

Her eyes flew open, she groped for her phone from beneath the pillow, opened the built-in program on her watch, and sure enough, discovered that Shang Yu’s vital signs had changed.

His heart rate was too fast.

Li Qiao frowned; her face was cold as frost. This was the first time the watch’s program had issued an alert.

She remained silent for a few seconds, then leaned over to take out a laptop hidden beneath clothes in the bedside cabinet, and as she turned it on, she also dialed a phone number.

“Shaoyan’s car, give me real-time road surveillance.”

Wu Minmin seemed to be eating, sensing the tension in Li Qiao’s tone, she hastily swallowed her food, supporting her pregnant belly with both hands as she rushed to the study, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m almost there.”

Li Qiao opened the tracker on her watch, monitoring the vehicle’s location while also opening her email inbox.

Wu Minmin was quick, immediately sharing the real-time road surveillance with Li Qiao, “See it? Three cars, just passed Oukan Road, and they’re moving fast.”

Li Qiao glanced at the surveillance feed popping up on the screen, typed on her keyboard, and continued, “Can you capture the interior view of the car?”

“Your husband’s car windows are too heavily tinted; I’ll give it a try first.” Wu Minmin, although quirky by nature, never failed to handle serious matters.

Moving swiftly, she launched a wide-angle image capture program, muttering to herself, “The speed limit here is sixty, and your husband’s car is going nearly a hundred and twenty—is something big happening?”

Li Qiao didn’t respond, sent out a mass encrypted email, and persistently tapped the edge of the laptop, anxiously waiting for a reply.

Soon, Wu Minmin switched to a different view and immediately sent it to Li Qiao, “At two minutes and forty-three seconds, your husband received a call, and then suddenly changed his driving trajectory.”

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