CHAPTER 996: CHAPTER 996: IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DRIVE HER TO DESPAIR, GO BACK AND GET TREATMENT

The scars aren’t obvious, but you can vaguely make out they’re finger marks.

They don’t hurt or itch, and Li Qiao herself didn’t pay much attention.

As the red sun rose from the horizon, Li Qiao started feeling sleepy.

She rested her head on her arms, lazily not wanting to move, until the villa’s door behind her was pushed open forcefully. She then slowly sat up and glanced back.

The man wore a light gray robe, his chest slightly exposed, and messy hair hung around his brow. His eyes were intensely dark red.

Directly ahead of him was Li Qiao.

His heavily rising and falling chest gradually calmed, and he walked over with sharp steps, kneeling on one knee in front of her, "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

The man’s voice, still hoarse from waking up, his tightly contracted pupils retained a hint of ferocity.

Li Qiao brushed off the sand on her hands and smiled faintly, "Woke up, just right to watch the sunrise."

He probably thought she had run away or acted on her own again.

Shang Yu closed his eyes, took a breath, and lowered his head to touch Li Qiao’s forehead, his tone was heavy and deep, "I’ll accompany you."

"Do you plan to always accompany me like this?" Li Qiao reached out to touch his handsome face, "The matters with Yan Emperor, South Sea, Parma..."

Shang Yu bowed his head and captured her lips, then spoke slowly, "I only want you."

He wants nothing else, just Li Qiao.

This was the third time Li Qiao asked him this question, and she thought it might also be the last time.

She sighed and nodded, casting a glance over the sea horizon, saying lightly, "The sun has risen..."

"Qiaoqiao, I’ve said, you have no more chances." The man held her spine tightly, the force still in an uncontrollable state, "In the future, I’ll guard you."

Li Qiao smiled lightly, "Mm, okay."

Let it be like this, two thousand days had passed for over twenty days, not that unbearable.

Through all this time, she never asked him if he truly disregarded the life and death of the Li family member back then.

Then thinking again, there’s no need to ask.

The Li Family isn’t his responsibility, yet he would see it as her burden.

The wristwatch’s alert was because he learned Xiao Hongdao caught the Li family member as a threat.

At that moment, the symptoms of paranoia and mania erupted entirely within him, all his actions began to lose control.

Even until today, he still hasn’t recovered.

Li Qiao’s arms and back have a lot of red marks, all caused by him in situations of uncontrolled force.

Fine, if all his paranoia is for her, regardless of good or bad, she should bear it.

She is not heartbroken but walks like a living corpse.

Just tired, she chooses to listen obediently.

The night was dense, Li Qiao received another note sent by the bodyguard.

Sitting on the bay window, she slowly opened it, and suddenly her sight darkened as the note was grabbed away by the man’s slender fingers.

Li Qiao looked up, staring at Shang Yu’s gloomy handsome face, saying nothing.

The man glanced swiftly at the note between his fingers, his thin lips tightly pursed, he lifted Li Qiao’s chin, pressing down his handsome face, "Who gave this to you, hmm?"

Li Qiao shook her head, "I don’t know."

"Qiaoqiao, you promised me you would obediently stay..." the man mumbled as he captured Li Qiao’s lips, unable to control the ferocity charging within him.

The strength between the lips and teeth grew increasingly rough.

Li Qiao did not dodge or avoid, letting him wreak havoc.

Until he once again ravaged her lips to the point of bleeding, the intense taste of blood seemed to stimulate the man’s nerves, causing him to suddenly halt all his actions.

Li Qiao opened her eyes, an initial calm expression, wiped her lips herself, frowned slightly, and pulled her lips taut, "It hurts..."

When she called out in pain, the man would still nervously wipe her wounds.

But many emotions are uncontrolled by thoughts; he even felt a hint of sick possession and satisfaction.

She’s still by his side, finally no longer in pain for someone else.

...

When all the bodyguards on Solitary Island realized the situation had spiraled out of control, Li Qiao had already slept for a day and a night.

Even at mealtime, she showed no signs of waking despite calls.

Shang Yu stayed by the bed for an entire day until evening when he noticed something wrong.

"Qiaoqiao..." The man hugged her into his arms, continuously murmuring in her ear, but Li Qiao slept soundly, not even her eyelids moved.

The bodyguard and cooks stood in a line at the door, each filled with anxiety.

Shang Yu’s eyes were blood-red, trembling hands lifted Li Qiao’s face, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, "Qiaoqiao, stop sleeping, wake up, I’ll take you home, Qiaoqiao..."

Li Qiao’s breathing was even, without any reaction.

The man held her cheeks tightly, his eyes red, whispering incessantly by her ear, "Good girl, I’ll take you away, we’ll leave here, you can have it any way you want, just open your eyes and look at me, hmm?"

Under the bright light, the thin blanket on Li Qiao’s body slipped off her shoulder, exposing her arms, covered with interlaced bruises.

Shang Yu’s gaze froze as he looked at her fair wrists, fingertips lightly touching, and abruptly closing his eyes.

He pressed his face to hers, the rhythm of his Adam’s apple roll gradually becoming chaotic.

Outside the door, footsteps slowly came into earshot, the bodyguards immediately became alert, and before any action was taken, He Chen kicked the door open.

In the center of the big bed, Shang Yu held Li Qiao in his arms, scattered hair covering his eyes, the atmosphere low and eerie.

He Chen pursed his lips obscurely, shifting his stance, Shang Zonghai came steadily forward in a Tang suit.

Shang Yu seemed entirely unaware of the scene at the doorway, until his shoulder sank and he heard an all-too-familiar call by his ear, "Shaoyan, that’s enough, let go of the girl."

The man slowly lifted his head, his crimson eyes covered by stray hair, suddenly shedding a tear, "Dad, save her..."

The powerful, domineering, wildly untamed Shang Shaoyan, when plotted against didn’t cry, when cursed by his birth mother didn’t cry, yet when Li Qiao fell into a deep sleep, he cried until his eyes turned red.

He Chen felt unbearable sadness inside, stepping forward and placing his palm over Shang Yu’s red, wet eyes, "Shaoyan, come with me, the old man will surely save her."

The man flung his hand away, holding Li Qiao’s face and kissed her over and over, tear after tear silently falling from his eye corners, obsessively refusing to leave.

Shang Zonghai complexly patted Shang Yu’s shoulder, "Shaoyan, don’t force the girl to death, let go of her, go back and treat your illness properly."

The man’s spine quivered, gently caressing the small wound on Li Qiao’s lips, for a long, long time, finally, the last tear struck her eyelid, Shang Yu suddenly stood up and strode out of the bedroom.

Three minutes later, a helicopter took off, He Chen left the Solitary Island with Shang Yu ahead of the others.

Shang Zonghai sat sideways on the bed, looking at Li Qiao’s increasingly thin cheeks and arms covered with scars, unable to bear it, he turned his face, "Luoyu."

Luoyu, who had been waiting outside for a long time, hurriedly came in, tears instantly welling up in her eyes, chokingly asked, "Master, Madam she..."

Shang Zonghai raised Li Qiao’s wrist, three fingers together placed on the pulse, after a while, his rigid expression slightly relaxed, "Prepare, prepare, we’ll head back to Parma."