Chapter 1086: Chapter 1086: Is That How She Sees Him? He Chen is a man of action. After a moment of careful consideration, he took out his phone and called Li Qiao. Half a minute later, the call automatically ended, with no one answering. He Chen pressed his lips impatiently and dialed Shang Yu instead. A few seconds later, a deep, mellow male voice came from the other side, “What’s up?” “Is your woman’s phone just for show?” He Chen’s ankle rested on his knee as he said irritably, “Tell her to answer the phone.” Shang Yu leisurely flipped through files and responded in a deep voice, “She’s taking a nap. Speak directly.” He Chen glanced at the time on his phone, only then remembering the time difference between South Sea and Parma. He put down his long leg, got up and walked to the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey, “Is Yin Mo’s residence currently in South Sea?” On the other end, the man signed his name on a document with a pen, his tone calm but requesting, “Call Qiaoqiao in half an hour.” “Shang Shaoyan, you…” Before he could finish speaking, Shang Yu had already hung up. He Chen cursed under his breath, sank down beside the bar, and began pondering the matter of registering his marriage with Yin Mo. On the other side, just as Shang Yu put down his phone, Li Qiao woke up by the bed. She looked drowsily as she propped herself up, leaning against the man’s leg, “Was it Brother Chen?” Shang Yu leaned against the headboard, putting the file aside, and stroked Li Qiao’s forehead with his dry, warm palm, “Hmm, did I wake you?” Li Qiao shook her head and lazily asked, “Is the issue with Parma still unresolved?” “It should be soon.” Shang Yu scooped her into his arms, a faint smile hovering at his lips, “He asked if Yin Mo’s residence is in South Sea.” Li Qiao’s body paused, surprise flickering in her eyes, “Residence? Is he…” Before she could finish speaking, she knowingly raised her eyebrows, “Truly planning to get married?” The man’s strong arms hugged Li Qiao, his distinct and handsome features carrying a playful look, “Do you think it’s too soon?” Li Qiao cast him a glance, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt, “It’s not about the timing; if the second sister is also willing, I’d be happy to see it happen.” Speaking of it, the second sister has been in Parma for less than half a month, and they’ve already reached the stage of discussing marriage, indeed progressing swiftly. “He Chen has his plans, no need to worry about them.” As Shang Yu spoke, he tightened his embrace on Li Qiao, and with a slight exertion, pulled her onto his lap, “Still in pain?” Li Qiao hooked her arms around the man’s shoulders, and as she followed his line of sight to look down, she helplessly curled her lips, “A bit.” Recently, her breasts have been sore and painful to touch. Shang Yu pressed his thin lips tight, his thick eyebrows furrowing into a frown. Orıginal content can be found at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Li Qiao noticed the man’s tense and handsome face, leaned in to peck his lips lightly, “It’s okay, it’ll get better in the future.” “Don’t move.” Shang Yu held her waist with one hand, carefully massaging her tender chest to relieve the discomfort. The man’s actions were devoid of any sensual undertones, purely intended to ease Li Qiao’s pain. In just a few minutes, Li Qiao let out a comfortable sigh, and Shang Yu’s massaging hand promptly stopped. At this moment, Li Qiao leaned against the man’s chest. Seeing him stop, she looked up quizzically, “What’s the matter…” Shang Yu’s gaze was deep and fiery, his Adam’s apple slightly moving. The man closed his eyes briefly, without saying anything, and upon adjusting his breathing, his hand slipped directly under Li Qiao’s pajamas to continue massaging her. However, the movements were slightly more forceful than before… Li Qiao looked at the wall opposite, sighing as she pressed Shang Yu’s hand, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” The man halted his actions, holding her from behind, his tone somewhat stiff, “Wean him as soon as possible; he can drink formula.” Li Qiao sat up from Shang Yu’s embrace, playfully patting his hand, “He’s still young, let’s wait a bit.” The man pursed his lips, his gaze dropping to Li Qiao’s damp chest area, his expression growing increasingly displeased. The obstruction in their intimacy was but a minor aspect; what Shang Yu couldn’t stand was the physical torment Li Qiao suffered after childbirth, which hurt him deeply. Not long after, Li Qiao adjusted her pajama collar, reaching under the pillow to retrieve her phone and call back He Chen. Meanwhile, Shang Yu got up and went to the bathroom, soon returning with a hot towel to clean Li Qiao’s body. At Purple Cloud Mansion, after He Chen finished talking with Li Qiao, Yin Mo happened to walk down from upstairs. She was dressed in a white bathrobe, her hair draped behind her, indeed wrapping herself up tightly. He Chen gazed at her while holding his drink, his eyes deep as he opened his palm. Yin Mo walked up to him, naturally grasping his fingers, “Hmm?” He Chen parted his legs, allowing Yin Mo to stand in his lap, and upon lowering his gaze, his face immediately turned cold, “Got wet?” The gauze on the back of her hand was gone, and the skin surrounding the bite mark had started to swell and turn red. “I forgot during my bath.” Yin Mo withdrew her hand, saying self-consciously, “It’s okay; it doesn’t hurt.” She wasn’t one to complain, not minding these minor injuries at all. He Chen’s lips curved down slightly, grabbing Yin Mo’s cheek to give it a pinch, “If you dare forget again, I’ll personally give you a bath, go sit down.” Before long, He Chen came over to Yin Mo with a medical kit in one hand, sinking into a seat just as the woman’s legs beneath her robe came into view. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing improper thoughts, then not-so-gently grabbed Yin Mo’s hand, bringing out the iodine and gauze to clean her wound. At dusk outside the window, He Chen lowered his head, applying an unfamiliar technique as he rebandaged Yin Mo’s hand. Evidently, he seldom did such things. Yin Mo looked at her right hand, now bandaged like a bear paw, silent and without a word. “I have to go out tomorrow.” At this point, He Chen leaned against the armrest, twisting a strand of Yin Mo’s hair at the back gently between his fingers, “Stay at home and wait for me, okay?” Yin Mo turned and met his gaze, calmly asking in return, “Can I go with you…” “No need.” He Chen playfully lifted her long hair to his nose and sniffed it, “It’s not appropriate for a woman to see what a man does.” This statement carried ambiguity, leading Yin Mo to frown and directly ask, “Are you… going to see another woman?” He Chen had countless beautiful confidantes; it wouldn’t be impossible for him to sneak off to see another beauty. Apart from this, she couldn’t think of anything else that would be unsuitable for a woman to accompany a man to do. At this moment, He Chen’s breath tightened, staring at Yin Mo with gritted teeth, “Can’t I get some serious business done?” Is that the image she has of him? Yin Mo picked at the gauze on the back of her hand, her voice light as she said, “Why can’t I accompany you if it’s serious business?” He Chen was at a loss for words. Perhaps realizing his tone wasn’t good, he hooked Yin Mo’s waist, pulled her onto his side, and spoke with a wicked grin, “Baby, are you unable to leave me? Hmm?” He relished this clingy side of Yin Mo; her dependence pleased He Chen greatly. However, Yin Mo shook her head and replied earnestly, “It’s not that I can’t leave you; it’s that if you encounter trouble, maybe I can help.” He Chen’s handsome face instantly darkened like ink, an awkward self-indulgent feeling making him want to curse.