The Favored Heiress-Chapter 35 - You Shouldn’t Be Able to Beat My Third Brother

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: You Shouldn’t Be Able to Beat My Third Brother

Chapter 35 -35: You Shouldn’t Be Able to Beat My Third Brother

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Next door, after Li Qiao left, Qiu Huan and Ou Bai came to Shang Yu’s side one after another.

Three men of superior status and outstanding appearance sitting together made a scene that was quite eye-catching.

At this moment, Qiu Huan lounged in his chair in a carefree manner, his chin lifted slightly, looking at Shang Yu seriously, “Is she the one Shang Lu wants to break off the engagement with?”

Shang Yu’s proud eyes carried a hint of indifference as he looked down and took a puff of his cigarette, “Mhm, what do you want to say?”

Qiu Huan’s voice turned high-pitched as he choked, then chuckled awkwardly, “What can I say?

You brought her in front of us, Boss Shang.

Don’t tell me this was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

At that moment, Ou Bai tapped his knuckles on the table in surprise, “Does that mean she, she is Shang Lu’s child bride?”

Although Li Qiao had introduced herself just now, Ou Bai hadn’t associated her with Shang Lu at all.

He thought it over carefully again, and it seemed that Li Cheng, that loser, had indeed only one sister.

Qiu Huan licked his back teeth scornfully and looked at Ou Bai, “Is that how you use ‘child bride’?”

Ou Bai rolled his eyes at him, picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table, took one out, and sniffed it at his nose, “Shaoyan, what’s the deal with you?

Taking over the woman your brother doesn’t want—are you playing the white knight?”

Although the words were harsh, Ou Bai thought he was being quite polite.

Thinking back, the bandit Li Cheng had done some truly inhuman things to him.

After Ou Bai finished speaking, it was quiet in the tennis court for a very long time.

Shang Yu didn’t make a sound, but his sharp eyes seemed to whip up a hurricane.

An icy chill seeped into Ou Bai’s flesh and bones, making him shiver.

Qiu Huan leaned his forehead on his hand and sighed, glancing at the dumbfounded Ou Bai with the corner of his eye, he kicked him with the tip of his shoe, “Did you feed your brain to the dogs?”

The person brought over by Boss Shang, even if worthless, couldn’t tolerate others making careless critiques.

Ou Bai, this guy, had good looks and a good family background, but his mouth…

was just too loose.

No wonder Li San hung him up in a tree to be eaten by mosquitoes all night on the border, served the bastard right!

Shang Yu’s aura grew cold and icy, filling the large tennis court as if with the white snow of a harsh winter.

Ou Bai began to panic, realizing he had touched a taboo, and looked at Shang Yu with a guilty conscience, racking his brains for a way to make up for his mistake.

He had indeed been impulsive!

In this circle, it was well-known that Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant, was calm until angered, and when angry, blood was certain to flow.

Ou Bai was thinking about whether he should cut his finger to appease the boss’s rage when, suddenly, the hair-raising murderous aura around Shang Yu disappeared without a trace.

Then, Ou Bai heard a cool and wild statement from behind him, “Mr.

Ou, ‘white knight’ is not how you use that term.”

Li Qiao was back.

And very unfortunately, she heard Ou Bai’s sarcastic remark!

How dare he describe Shang Yu as a white knight?

Ou Bai turned around in shock and saw Li Qiao.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly rolled up in arrogance.

She spoke with a commanding air, “What business is it of yours how I use it?”

Li Qiao slowly walked back to Shang Yu’s side, as she sat down she crossed her legs and leaned forward on her knees, looking at Ou Bai coolly with a half-smile, “Mr.

Ou, do you have a problem with me?”

“Can’t I?” Ou Bai feared Shang Yu but that didn’t mean he was afraid of Li Qiao.

Especially since she had that brother-sister relationship with Li San, Ou Bai hated both house and crow!

“Of course, you can!” Li Qiao curled her fingers lazily, her gaze fixed on Ou Bai’s face as wickedness danced in her eyes, “But please keep your opinions to yourself.

After all…

I guess you probably can’t beat my third brother, and he…

can’t beat me.”