The Favored Heiress-Chapter 826: Neither Could Persuade the Other

Upstairs, in the master bedroom.

Li Qiao stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, gazing out at South Sea Mountain with a faint expression in her eyes.

Shang Yu perhaps was having an episode of his paranoia, entertaining thoughts he shouldn’t have.

On the way back, he fell into an unwarranted silence all the way, and even though he laid with her in the bedroom for a while, his nerves never relaxed.

He hesitated several times as he looked at her abdomen, wanting to speak but stopping himself, which she cleverly diverted each time.

Li Qiao sighed softly, rubbed her forehead, and took out her phone to scroll through her contacts.

After a moment, she found a number and dialed it.

"Xiao Li?" Fu Lvting was quite surprised to receive a call from Li Qiao, his tone rising considerably.

Without wasting time on pleasantries, Li Qiao looked down at her abdomen, "Brother Fu, help me make an appointment with a trustworthy gynecologist at the Affiliated Hospital."

Fu Lvting first let out an "Ah," then quickly added, "My college supervisor’s wife is the head of obstetrics and gynecology. She has clinic hours every week. I’ll ask her when she’s available and message you the details on WeChat, okay?"

"Alright, thank you."

After hanging up, Li Qiao felt somewhat irritable.

Obstetrics was not her forte, merely something she dabbled in, but how to cope with morning sickness was a complete mystery to her.

Given Shang Yu’s paranoid character, if he saw her vomiting incessantly, her worries might very well come true.

Li Qiao let her hand fall to caress her lower abdomen, frowning as she muttered, "Calm down, don’t make your dad angry."

The still unformed human fetus: "..."

Suddenly, Li Qiao’s phone rang again. The caller was He Chen. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

After a few short exchanges, Li Qiao put on her coat and left the master bedroom.

The early winter temperature on South Sea Mountain felt colder than the city center.

Deep within the yellowing grass, Li Qiao and He Chen walked side by side, chatting as they strolled, their expressions both very calm.

About twenty minutes later, they looped back to the living room, where He Chen nodded towards the stairs indicating her to go up and then whispered a low reminder, "Sister-in-law, let me know when you’ve made up your mind."

Li Qiao lowered her gaze, "Okay."

...

That night, after Zong Zhan and He Chen left, Li Qiao sat in the dining room sipping porridge slowly, Shang Yu facing her at the table, occasionally glancing at her distractedly.

For Li Qiao, it was the first time she felt that eating had become a skillful task.

Suppressing the nausea while pretending to drink the porridge calmly was a challenge.

The overpowering nausea of pregnancy always reared its head at the dining table.

She tried to appear natural, her palm pressing quietly against her stomach in an attempt to alleviate the symptoms.

It took Li Qiao ten minutes to finish a small bowl of porridge.

Her formidable endurance managed to suppress the morning sickness, even causing fine beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.

Li Qiao rolled her throat and put down her soup spoon, leaning back in her chair and taking a long breath.

"Feeling ill?" Shang Yu heard her sigh and as he lifted his gaze, a surge of emotion swelled in his eyes.

"Not at all, I’m full," Li Qiao propped her forehead with one hand, starting a conversation with an air of composure, "Who was Zong Zhan looking for in the South Sea?"

Shang Yu’s gaze lowered to the food on the table, his lips pursing slightly, "Xi Luo."

Li Qiao took a sip of her juice, and the nausea she had suppressed welled up once more.

Finally, she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Li Qiao put down her glass and quickly left the dining room.

"Qiaoqiao!"

Shang Yu dropped his chopsticks and chased after her, but the door to the nearby guest bathroom was firmly closed and locked by Li Qiao.

The mansion had excellent noise reduction and soundproofing, but Shang Yu, blocked outside the door, could still hear Li Qiao’s vomiting.

His handsome face darkened to the point it seemed as if ink might drip from it, and the frequency of his Adam’s apple bobbing was completely chaotic.

Li Qiao absolutely did not want him to see her while she suffered from morning sickness, and it had nothing to do with her image; she simply did not want him to see it.

However, he was Shang Yu.

In just about ten seconds, three gunshots shattered the metal lock of the guest bathroom.

The man, engulfed in a murderous aura, kicked open the door, dropped his handgun, and watched, unblinkingly, as Li Qiao knelt on the ground.

The bright lights did nothing to dispel the thick gloom in his eyes. Shang Yu strode forward, bent down on one knee, wrapped his arms around Li Qiao’s shoulders, and ordered coldly to those outside the door, "Water."

Luoyu was the first to snap to it, hurrying to the dining room to get water.

Liuyun and Wang Yue exchanged glances, standing silently by the door, engulfed in their boss’s unspoken yet scorching presence.

Li Qiao had thrown up all the porridge she had consumed earlier.

The physiological vomiting made her eyes moisten, and the continual dry heaving left her unable to speak.

Li Qiao nudged him with her shoulder, struggling to reach for the flush button.

The man knelt before her, his palm cradling the back of her head, hugging her close, his voice hoarse and indistinct, "Qiaoqiao, we’re going to the hospital, we’re not keeping it..."

He couldn’t stand to see Li Qiao like this.

Weakly kneeling on the ground, vomiting too much to speak, her bright cheeks as pale as paper, and even those clear deer-like eyes brimming with hot tears.

Li Qiao’s morning sickness was of the most severe kind, probably similar to hyperemesis gravidarum.

Physical discomfort wouldn’t shake her resolve, but Shang Yu’s words did freeze her.

Li Qiao’s stomach clenched, and she shook her head while dry heaving, "I want... to keep it..."

Shang Yu’s deep eyes turned a shade of red, pressed close to Li Qiao’s back, even feeling her spine tremble slightly from the retching.

The man cradled her face with one hand, wiping her mouth, "No need, having you is enough for me."

With moist eyes, Li Qiao grasped his wrist, her gaze unwavering, "I want to."

At that moment, Luoyu brought a cup of water, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at Li Qiao, "Madam..."

"Leave," Shang Yu ordered, still holding Li Qiao, his voice stern and dark red pupils instilling fear.

Bending slightly, Luoyu placed the water cup on the washbasin beside them and exited back through the door, her heart heavy with mixed emotions.

Shang Yu lowered his head, pronouncing each word deliberately, "Don’t want the child, terminate it."

"No," Li Qiao regulated her breathing, pressing her lips together with clarity, "I want to keep it."

Shang Yu held her face tightly in his hands, his eyes growing redder, "Obey me, let it go, it’s not worth it..."

"You’re worth it."

Li Qiao closed her eyes, buried her head in his embrace, and took a deep breath, "My legs are numb."

Shang Yu remained still, his chest heaving with emotions that nearly drove him out of control.

In times like these, neither he nor Li Qiao could persuade the other.

Unless one of them gave in and acted coquettishly.

For instance, right now, Li Qiao, sensing Shang Yu’s obstinacy was about to flare, wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her sweaty forehead against his jaw, "Pick me up quickly, the floor’s so cold."

The next second, the man stood up with her in his arms.

The three assistants, heavy-hearted, "..."

Turning her head away, Li Qiao reached out for the cup of water, but just as her fingertips brushed the cup, Shang Yu walked towards the door with her in his arms.

Because of the inertia, her fingers slipped, tipping the cup on the surface where it rolled for a moment and then shattered upon falling.

Li Qiao leaned on his shoulder, eyeing the broken crystal glass, and sighed as she tightened her embrace around his neck, "Morning sickness isn’t a sickness, it will get better."

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