Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Are You Trying to Dodge Responsibility?

No one expected that the man holding Margaret in his arms would actually be the second young master of the Earl’s Mansion, Feng Yi.

Seeing this, He Chen glanced slyly at Feng Yi’s shirt collar, teasing lightly, “Got what you wished for?”

Feng Yi pressed his thin lips together, his strong arms pulling Margaret tightly into his embrace, “To the hospital.”

Jin Rong took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, squinting slightly, “Xiao Yeyan?”

Feng Yi gestured behind him, then walked to Old George and Shang Zonghai, “Crown Prince, Uncle Shang, sorry for the spectacle.”

Old George was clearly out of sorts, looking at Margaret who was still whimpering, then lifting his eyes to Feng Yi, “This… What is going on here?”

“It’s a long story, I’ll explain it to you later.”

Feng Yi’s deep-set eyes mingled with worry and urgency, and his breathing was equally erratic.

Soon, He Chen noticed something was off and was about to call for Liuyun to drive them to the hospital, but squinted suspiciously, “Where’s Liuyun?”

Shang Zonghai spoke plainly, “Wei Ang.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wei Ang took the order and returned to the helicopter nearby, “Second Young Master Feng, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Feng Yi hurriedly climbed into the cabin, finally exhaling a long breath.

Then, Margaret, still groggy in his arms, started fumbling around him again, “I still want…”

Wei Ang almost pulled the helicopter stick right off.

Want, want what?

Feng Yi’s forehead veins popped out, holding her tightly to his chest, a look of restraint on his face, “Don’t move.”

“Are you trying to shirk responsibility?” Margaret mumbled sulkily, rubbing against him, “If you dare abandon me, I’ll have my uncle kill you.”

Though Margaret had been drugged, after just having gone through two rounds, the effect had mostly worn off.

In an unlucky stroke of luck, the one who claimed her was not Xiao Yeyan, but the first love hidden in the room all along.

That damned Charlman not only drugged her but also set up the room with an aphrodisiac incense.

At this moment, Wei Ang was flying the helicopter, pondering life’s big questions.

What exactly happened in the house?

Why were Second Young Master Feng and Princess Margaret together?

Where did Xiao Yeyan go?

And besides… both were exuding a thick aura of lust, and Second Young Master Feng probably didn’t realize his shirt buttons were all mismatched.

After the helicopter flew away, Jin Rong eyed He Chen, “When did Feng Lao Er come back?”

He Chen shook his head, “Only Li Qiao and Shaoyan would know, I fear.”

“No wonder Shaoyan was unmoved when Margaret was sent in. It seems he had plans all along,” Zong Zhan commented in a tone of amazement.

He Chen’s eyes were darkened, his words ambiguous, “Not necessarily.”

He knew Shang Shaoyan better than anyone else; his earlier apathy was truly indifferent.

As they spoke, Xiao Yeyan was dragged out by Su Moshi and Song Liao.

Shen Qingye followed behind them, his gait a bit strange, his eyes fixed intently on the bloodstains beneath Xiao Yeyan’s feet, the more he looked, the more it hurt.

This scoundrel… had his manhood taken, fainting from the pain long ago.

No one knew who did it, but the act was vicious.

At this time, Shang Zonghai looked calmly at the unconscious Xiao Yeyan, then glanced at Song Liao, “The young girl said you know what to do next.”

Song Liao nodded seriously, “Master Shang, don’t worry, I’ll hand him over to the International Drug Enforcement Agency.”

Master Shang…

Shang Zonghai’s eyes flickered with a thin smile, “Then go ahead, his mission is considered complete.”

Old George tilted his head, looking doubtful, “The evidence of Xiao Yeyan’s drug trafficking is conclusive. Charlman has no reason to be able to rescue him from the International Drug Enforcement Agency, there must be a ploy involved.”

Song Liao, dragging Xiao Yeyan, took a couple of steps, then replied simply when he heard, “You’re overthinking it. Because we later discovered that Xiao Hongdao abandoned Boss Xiao, he would certainly turn his attention to Xiao Yeyan, so we played along with the plan.”

Old George was skeptical, “How do you figure that?”

Xiao Yehui was Xiao Hongdao’s hand-picked successor, with a legitimate background, having inherited the dukedom. It wasn’t reasonable to abandon him just like that.

Song Liao, poor with words, was pondering how to phrase it when Su Moshi chimed in obscurely, “Because, compared to a cripple, Xiao Hongdao could only settle for less.”

Xiao Yehui had spinal injuries and refused surgery.

Moreover, the spinal injury directly affected his ability to produce blood cells.

Xiao Yehui had given up all treatment.

At this turn in life, Su Moshi couldn’t articulate what it felt like.

Regardless of any disputes, there was only endless regret.

…

The next day, at five in the morning, dawn broke in the east.

In the capital of Myanmar, Lin City’s Yangnan, a light flickered on in a top-floor room of an earthen building.

Yin Zhihong entered carrying breakfast, followed by Xiao Hongdao.

A trusted aide pushed him in, then stood guard outside the door.

The room was heavily guarded, with iron bars even sealing the windows, making escape nearly impossible.

At that moment, Li Qiao was sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading, not lifting her head at the sound, “I don’t drink milk.”

Yin Zhihong set the tray down with a hint of irritation, “Be glad you have food, you’re picking and choosing?”

“Old Yin.” Xiao Hongdao warned in a low voice, and Yin Zhihong immediately backed away against the wall, his demeanor very humble.

Li Qiao closed her book, turning to look at Xiao Hongdao, “Can you tell me your purpose now?”

“You are so smart, you shouldn’t have to ask me.” Xiao Hongdao leaned against his wheelchair, his expression surprisingly gentle.

Li Qiao scoffed at the pregnancy book, curling her lips in disdain, “Don’t say you want to wait till my child is born to groom him as your successor.”

“Haha…” Xiao Hongdao burst out in laughter, pointing a finger at Li Qiao, “You’re the most clever child I’ve ever met. If I had known earlier, I should have let Ah Hui pursue you, perhaps none of this would have happened today.”

Li Qiao met his gaze calmly and impassively, resting her chin in her hand, “So, what exactly do Xiao Yehui and Xiao Yeyan mean to you?”

Pawns to be manipulated?

Or tools to uphold family honor?

Li Qiao prided herself on being strategic but had underestimated Xiao Hongdao’s ruthlessness.

As a father, he mercilessly abandoned the gravely injured Xiao Yehui, turning to choose Xiao Yeyan instead.

And at this moment, it was quite evident that Xiao Yeyan had also been discarded like refuse by him.

Xiao Hongdao rubbed his fingers, his deep gaze falling on Li Qiao’s belly, “Those who are useless naturally mean nothing. Young lady, with your intelligence, your child won’t turn out bad. You should be glad you’re pregnant now; otherwise, you would have joined your parents underground last night.”

Li Qiao gave him a sidelong glance, “Aren’t you afraid of retribution for killing so many people?”

“Retribution?” Xiao Hongdao sighed long, murmuring to himself, “My greatest retribution was letting Ah Hui get to know you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be a good-for-nothing Ah Dou.”

Li Qiao agreed softly, “Xiao Yehui’s greatest retribution is having a heartless father like you.”