Chapter 610 The Incident Eleven Years Ago

Chapter 610 The Incident Eleven Years Ago

Li Qiao and Shang Yu met each other's eyes, and touched his eyelids with fingers, "When did I ever lie to you?"

Even after hearing what Ming Dailan said, whether it was true or not, her balance would still tilt towards him.

Good or bad has never been her standard for judging Shang Yu.

...

Not long after, Li Qiao dimmed the brightness of the crystal lamp, raised the curtains again, and the room was dim, adding a bit of warmth.

The tea on the table was already cold, Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, tightly locked Li Qiao in his arms, he was calming down while she was quietly texting.

On the other side, after Mrs. Xiao's car left, He Chen walked out from the underground lounge with Mochiyue and Zhuifeng.

The bodyguards around the mansion also resumed work one after another.

At the corner of the stairs, He Chen saw the scene in the living room, and immediately looked at Mochizuki without a word.

He pinched his waist with one hand, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "How did Li Qiao come back?"

Mochizuki pointed to the screen of the mobile phone, and laughed twice, "Brother Chen, I don't know, Miss Li's position... is clearly still at the border."

He also wanted to know how Miss Li came back.

And... Luo Yu's role has always overlapped with Miss Li's, they should be together.

He Chen glanced at him and waved his hands in disgust, "Okay, why don't you see that, the four of you together can't beat her."

There are only things in this world that Li Qiao doesn't want to do, and there is nothing she can't do.

Zhuifeng on the side expressed his dissatisfaction, but felt that it was reasonable.

...

In the living room, Shang Yu slowly opened his eyes, and the complex emotions in his eyes had disappeared. He touched the back of Li Qiao's head with his palm, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to ask?"

Li Qiao raised her head from his arms, looked straight into his eyebrows, and said in a statement tone: "That child has nothing to do with you."

Even if Mrs. Xiao kept accusing Shang Yu of killing his younger brother, she still didn't believe it.

No matter how cruel Shang Yu was, he would never attack a child.

There is no reason, let alone reason.

For example, although he was harsh on Shanglu, he cared and took care of him a lot.

However, what Shang Yu said next surprised Li Qiao.

"It's related to me." The man let go of her shoulders, leaned over to pick up the cigarette case from the table, pondered for a long time before telling the truth.

Eleven years ago in the summer, Shang Yu was ambushed and injured. Mrs. Xiao, who was six months pregnant, heard the news and flew back to Palma from Yingdi to visit her.

That was the second child of her and the Duke of Charmain. Although she was forty years old, Mrs. Xiao's physical fitness was always very good, and there were many knights from the Duke's Palace accompanying her when she traveled, so she was safe and sound.

There is no mother in the world who does not love her children, even if she hates, there is a reason for it.

Before that accident, although Mrs. Xiao remarried to the Duke's Mansion, she still cared for Shang Yu and Shang Lu.

The divorce of her parents will not affect her love for her children.

But that was the time when she went back to visit Shang Yu, because of a bowl of 'fetal protection medicine', she was forced to terminate her pregnancy, which caused massive bleeding, not only had her uterus removed, but she almost died in the old house.

The child of a few months in Mrs. Xiao's population, to be precise, is a six-month-old fetus.

That night, the old house of Palma was in chaos.

Madam Xiao was even more distraught when she woke up.

because--

"That bowl of anti-fetal medicine was indeed given to her by me."

Shang Yu's tense voice paused word by word, reopening the bloody past, even his breathing was heavy.

Li Qiao thought about countless possibilities, but every word and every sentence he said did not belong to any of her guesses.

That year, Shang Yu was sixteen years old.

The serious injury has not healed, but she still dragged her sick body to give Mrs. Xiao a miscarriage medicine.

They used to be kind and filial, but everything ended in the middle of the night when Mrs. Xiao lost her child.

Unexpectedly by Shang Yu, Mrs. Xiao was also heartbroken.

The aborted child was a boy.

Mrs. Xiao did not lie. When the fetus was taken out of the womb, its arms and legs were broken, and the bloody pool became the beginning of their mother-child quarrel.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Xiao has a vicious heart and loves her stepson more than her own son.

But until now, she still loves her younger brother Shang Lu very much, but she can't wait to get rid of Shang Yu.

Because there is as much love as there is hate.

She went back to the country with her pregnancy for Shang Yu to visit, but the decoction delivered by him personally resulted in the loss of the child and the removal of the womb.

This matter later became a taboo for the Shang family.

That is to say, since that year, the relationship between the Challman family and the Palmer family, which had already eased to some extent, once again dropped to a freezing point.

Shang Yu has also left home since then, and has changed from the original young master of a family of Chinese medicine to the current overlord of Nanyang.

If there were no such changes, he would have stayed in Pama, following the established life trajectory, inheriting Shang Zonghai's medical skills, and becoming the head of the pharmacy.

The memories come to an end here.

At this moment, Li Qiao squinted her eyes at Shang Yu, and calmly analyzed: "You have no reason to get rid of that child. If you want to do this, then the daughter of her and Duke Charmain will not live until now."

The man tilted his head to look at her, and there was a ripple in his dark eyes, "So trust me?"

"Of course." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and smiled, "You also said that the bowl is a miscarriage medicine, not an abortion medicine."

Shang Yu has been influenced by Shang's TCM since he was a child. If he really wanted to hurt Mrs. Xiao's child, why did he do it at home?

Traditional Chinese medicine can kill people invisible.

He's not that stupid, and he's not that bad.

Shang Yu's thin lips curled up slightly, and his deep eyes fell on the teacup, "That child is indeed gone."

Li Qiao rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "You prepared the medicine, did you pass it on to someone else?"

The man stretched his brows slowly, and stroked her head with his palm, "No."

He did all the dispensing, boiling, and serving of the medicine bowl by himself.

Because of this, he couldn't argue with a hundred words.

It is understandable that Mrs. Xiao hates him.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu and didn't speak for a long time.

A bowl of medicine has caused irreparable damage. From Mrs. Xiao's standpoint, she is indeed a victim.

But this matter cannot stand scrutiny, Li Qiao murmured while thinking: "She loves you so much, she should also understand what you are, sometimes what you see is not what you see."

After a long silence, Shang Yu lowered his eyelids, stroked her cheek, and sighed, "It's all over."

What happened eleven years ago, there is no way to study right and wrong, and it has already been buried in the dust of time.

Mrs. Xiao felt hatred at the first thought, and perhaps it would be difficult to turn back.

...

It was night, and Li Qiao came to the basement lounge.

He Chen sat in front of the bar and toasted for a drink, and glanced out of the corner of his eye, "Is he asleep?"

"En." Li Qiao stepped on a high chair and took a seat, poured herself half a glass of wine and drank it all down, "Madam Xiao came here for Xiao Yeyan this time?"