Chapter 2

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

For some inexplicable reason, Li Qiao shivered the moment she heard the man’s voice.

She looked up at the misty and drizzly sky and rubbed her arms, planning to go back the same way she’d come.

Li Qiao had no intention of encroaching on other people’s territory. She didn’t want to bring trouble to herself, especially in such a strange situation as this.

She heard a flurry of heavy footsteps approaching from behind as soon as she turned around. “Big brother! Are you here, big brother?”

The voice was somewhat familiar. It was Shang Lu!

Li Qiao’s eyebrows knitted tightly. She was caught in a fix.

The garden had only one path in the depths of the garden. The plants along its sides were wet, short, and sparse. There was nowhere for Li Qiao to hide.

Li Qiao weighed her options and eventually decided to stand still and watch the situation unfold.

At that moment, the man sitting in the pavilion raised his fingers to order the bodyguards next to him, his face expressionless. “Send him to the Back Room.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Master Yan, please don’t. I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again…”

The bodyguards clamped the middle-aged man’s jaw shut and put a stop to his wail, then disappeared around the corner of the pavilion in no time.

In the meantime, Shang Lu also walked closer with long strides. He immediately saw Li Qiao, who was standing by the path.

He squinted his eyes and whipped his head around to get the hair out of his face. A smug smile flashed across his face. He sneered, “I knew you wouldn’t give up so easily!”

Li Qiao stared back at him and asked in a mock mournful voice, “I heard that… doctors can’t treat themselves. Is that true?”

Shang Lu didn’t bother to think deeply into what she meant. He lifted his chin and replied with a self-satisfied smirk, “That’s right. What’s your problem?”

Li Qiao looked at Shang Lu sympathetically and curled up her lips. She was at a loss for words. Thank God he had broken off their engagement!

“Second Master, the Master asked you both to come over.”

A bodyguard in the pavilion suddenly spoke to them. He was standing on the other side of the palm leaves, not far away from Li Qiao and Shang Lu.

Shang Lu glared at Li Qiao and snorted. He got ahead of her while mumbling out loud, “Don’t think you can keep this f*cking engagement by talking to my big brother. I’m telling you it’s impossible!”

The bodyguard, who held the palm leaves for them, darted a glance at Shang Lu and sized Li Qiao up from head to toe. A trace of admiration flashed across his face.

This girl had called the Second Master “sick” just now.

But it seemed Second Master hadn’t recognized her sarcasm. She definitely wasn’t a simple girl!

Li Qiao certainly noticed the bodyguard’s expression. She nodded at him before passing by.

She had no reason to hide anymore, since her accidental intrusion had already been discovered.

Besides, if he was Shang Lu’s big brother, she already knew his identity.

He was the most mysterious man and the Overlord of Nanyang: Last name Shang, first name Yu, courtesy name Shaoyan.

It was him!

…

Right now, water was pouring down in sheets from the eaves of the pavilion, enclosing Shang Yu inside it like screens made of rain. His overbearing manner also added to the tension.

As Li Qiao walked closer and closer to her, she sensed a faint smell of blood in the air.

Shortly after, Shang Yu took a towel handed to him by a bodyguard and slowly wiped his long and slender fingers. He then lifted his eyes to study Li Qiao, who was walking in the rain.

The girl wore a dark green sleeveless long dress with a gathered waist. The fabric covering her neck and shoulders was dampened with rain and stuck to her skin, outlining her perfect collar bone.

Looking up, Shang Yu met the girl’s calm, dark, and bright eyes. She didn’t show a shred of fear, even though she knew she was stepping on a brick that still had traces of blood on it, even after being washed by the rain.