The Favored Heiress-Chapter 777: He’s Afraid of Needles

He Chen’s words deeply stabbed Yin Mo.

Her gaze became stagnant, unsure how to react.

Because what He Chen said was not wrong.

Yet her advantage was also her greatest disadvantage and sorrow.

If one could live carefree, who would choose to hide in the shadows where the sun never shines?

Could she?

Blind loyalty of her parents to Charlman, and the control and suppression by Xiao Yehui over the years, surviving among jackals and tigers, who could see her difficulties?

Everyone said she, Yin Mo, was incompetent and foolish, not having lived her life, even struggling to survive seemed to become cowardice.

Yin Mo had a charming and enchanting face, but her eyes were hollow and dim, like a flower on the verge of withering.

With a smile on his lips, He Chen meticulously traced Yin Mo’s eyebrows and eyes; his handsome cheeks deepening with amusement, "With that expression as if your heart is dead, do you want me to give you a knife to end your remaining days?"

Yin Mo lowered her long and curled eyelashes, waving away He Chen’s mischievous hand, and downed the glass of wine in one go.

She turned to leave, and He Chen did not stop her but instead said something sarcastic behind her, "That’s how irresolute you are?"

Yin Mo slowed her steps, her back to him, her voice flat, "Is it that only in death can I be completely liberated?"

The room fell silent for a few seconds.

Leaning casually against the bar, He Chen sniffed the strong aroma of the western liquor in his cup, his tone frivolous and piercing, "Then make sure you record a video. I’ll show it to the Border Seven Sons for study."

Yin Mo’s breath tightened, and she turned around stiffly, wishing she could shoot him.

After finishing his drink, He Chen rhythmically tapped his foot on the ground, "If you’re not leaving, then come here. For your sister-in-law’s sake, I can teach you how to turn defeat into victory."

"You..." Yin Mo curled her fingertips, "Teach me?"

He Chen’s face darkened slightly, looking at her intently, "What, am I not worthy to teach you?"

Yin Mo composed herself, the words ’not worthy’ nearly escaping her, but she swallowed them back.

Although He Chen was libertine, he was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

Yin Mo found herself entangled, as throughout her life, she seemed to have always been facing difficult choices.

However, He Chen did not give her much time to hesitate, stepping forward to pull her into his embrace by her arm.

He poured her another half glass of wine and thrust it into Yin Mo’s hand, pinching her cheek, "Darling, to earn someone’s trust, you have to show acceptance, regardless of right or wrong, you have to approve of everything about them. Use your brain and think, you despise Xiao Yehui on one hand, but work for him on the other, this is a typical example of playing both sides."

Yin Mo had no words for that, as coarse as the reasoning was, it was not wrong.

Although she had grievances against He Chen, she could not deny that he made a lot of sense.

Thus, after three glasses of wine, Yin Mo’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and taking advantage of the alcohol, she had an unprecedented heart-to-heart with He Chen.

...

The next day, at nine in the morning, the mist had just started to lift.

Li Qiao wandered into the restaurant with her half-dried hair, finding the table already laden with a sumptuous breakfast.

She didn’t see Shang Yu; the bed was empty when she woke up.

Li Qiao hooked a chair with her foot and sat down, ruffling her damp hair, and when she looked up, she saw Su Moshi, Xia Siyu, and Yun Lih walking in shoulder to shoulder.

Xia Siyu’s eyes were red and swollen, with dark circles under her eyelids, appearing to be in low spirits.

Li Qiao took a sip of milk, pursed her lips, feeling that something was off with the taste.

It seemed to be powdered milk...

Li Qiao’s gaze swept around the room, quickly spotting a can of maternity milk powder on the Glazed Pavilion.

She picked up the milk cup next to her and sniffed it. Before she could reach a conclusion, Yun Lih spoke up in a hoarse voice, "Su Lao Si, what kind of standards do you have in Myst Town, drinking powdered milk for breakfast instead of fresh milk?"

Li Qiao: "..."

Upon hearing that, Xia Siyu also picked up a cup and tasted the drink. "It’s quite tasty."

Without a word, Su Moshi turned to look at Li Qiao, a wry smile of helplessness crossing his eyes.

It was just like Master Yan of the South Sea to have arranged pregnancy milk powder for Li Qiao so quickly, even those who came for a free meal had to join her in drinking it.

Li Qiao wiped her face, stood up, and walked over to the Glazed Pavilion, silently stowing the can of milk powder into a wall cabinet.

She turned around only to see Shang Yu’s tall and slender figure slowly approaching from outside the hall.

One after another, they took their seats, and an atmosphere of eerie harmony spread through the dining room.

Xia Siyu kept her head down as she ate her breakfast bun, but she was constantly keeping an eye on Yun Lih’s movements.

Since this morning, his voice had become very hoarse, his coughing was also more frequent than before.

Until—

All the others stopped their meal to look at Yun Lih; Xia Siyu turned her head towards him and her heartbeat skipped a beat.

Yun Lih had a nosebleed.

Li Qiao was the first to notice it across.

Without a second word, she pushed away her chair and walked out, followed closely by Su Moshi.

Shang Yu put down his utensils and watched Yun Lih with a nosebleed, his eyes revealing a stormy gloom.

His lips tightly pursed, he glanced over his shoulder at Liuyun and others, and coldly instructed, "Contact the medicinal hall."

Liuyun nodded in agreement, and as he stepped out of the dining room, he cast a worried glance at Yun Lih.

Soon after, Li Qiao and Su Moshi returned, one after the other, with Su Moshi carrying a medical box in his hand.

Reminded by Xia Siyu, Yun Lih leaned back slightly, his head tilted back, holding a towel to his nose, and when he heard footsteps, he glanced over, "Just a nosebleed. Do you really need the medical box for that?"

He had occasional nosebleeds in the manor before.

Yun Lih attributed this phenomenon to not being accustomed to the local conditions combined with the dry air.

However, it was late autumn in the British Imperial, known for its cold and damp weather.

No one in the dining room spoke. Su Moshi placed the medical box on the table, took out a syringe, and to Yun Lih’s baffled expression, rolled up his sleeve for an intramuscular injection.

Yun Lih had no time to respond before the injection was done, and his lips had turned completely pale.

Xia Siyu anxiously watched him, the towel blocking her view of his nose, unable to see if the bleeding had stopped. She quickly asked in a low voice, "Brother Lih, how do you feel?"

Su Moshi disposed of the used syringe into a small medical waste bag, his gaze fixed on Yun Lih as he suddenly frowned, "Brother Lih?"

The injection he had just administered to Yun Lih was the detoxification agent naloxone.

It was supposed to lessen the effects of the cannabinoids in his system, but at that moment, Yin Lih looked deathly pale, his eyes closed, appearing to be in great pain.

Could it be... that naloxone was ineffective?

A suffocating heaviness spread in the hearts of everyone present.

Only Li Qiao, with one hand propped against the corner of the table, showed a resigned expression as she said faintly: "He faints at the sight of needles..."

Xia Siyu, Su Moshi: "..."

Even Shang Yu raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile appearing in his cold eyes.

Meeting everyone’s gaze, Li Qiao tugged at her lip, "Next time you give an injection... don’t let him see the needle."

If he couldn’t see it, he would be alright.

Li Qiao had discovered Yun Lih’s problem eight years ago when they first met.

She never would have thought, the imposing leader of the Mercenary Group, who feared nothing else, only fainted at the sight of needles.

Other people receiving injections was fine, but as soon as the needle pierced his own skin, he would pass out on the spot.

Fainting at the sight of needles was Yun Lih’s only weakness.

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