Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: Shang Yu Travels to Parma The next day, a rumor spread swiftly through Parma City. It was said that the Eldest Young Master of the He Family, He Qing, had been missing for days, his fate uncertain. Some claimed that he had been kidnapped by the illegitimate child expelled from the He Family years ago. For a time, the outcry against He Chen reached a fever pitch, with even the tale of his expulsion from the family being circulated. He had killed his kin, was heartless and cold-blooded, and even indirectly caused his own mother’s death. In short, the rumors that began to swirl around the city at seven in the morning painted He Chen as an irredeemable villain, one people wished to see eradicated swiftly. Yin Mo was in her dressing room changing clothes when she heard the news. The phone was on speaker, and it was Ah Chang reporting. Yin Mo paused mid-action, her gaze drifting to the Colt in the wardrobe, “Ah Chang, find out where the rumors originated.” “Second Miss, I’ve already checked. Around seven this morning, rumors erupted in the city. They originated from the morning market, clearly with someone fanning the flames.” Yin Mo’s face turned cold, her fingers curling tightly, “Are you still near the He Family Old House?” “Yes.” Ah Chang replied solemnly, “We’ve been keeping watch there these past few days. Several great-uncles from the He Family held a family meeting overnight, and this morning… that Fourth Great-Uncle seemed to have gone to the Shang Family Old House, not sure for what.” Yin Mo reiterated an order to keep a keen watch, then hung up the phone and stood in place, falling into thought. Meanwhile, in the South Sea. At five-thirty in the morning, Li Qiao was awoken by the pain of engorgement. She sat up, rubbing her forehead, frowning in discomfort. She turned her head to look at the side of the bed but found Shang Yu wasn’t there, nor was there any sign of him in the bathroom. Li Qiao rubbed her chest to ease her breath, got out of bed, and walked out of the master bedroom. As she passed the adjacent room, faint low-voiced conversation from a man was audible through the not-fully-closed door. Li Qiao paused, gently poked the door open with her index finger, and peeked through the gap, the scene before her making her heart warm a bit. At five-thirty in the South Sea, the dawn was just breaking, the sky a pale blue. Shang Yu, his upper body bare, clad only in linen trousers, his back muscles robust and sinewy, stood before the floor-to-ceiling window talking on the phone. In the crook of the man’s left arm lay a small child who had just woken up. A handsome, upright nanny dad. That’s the descriptor Li Qiao instantly thought of. Shang Yu sensed the movement at the door, turned, and saw Li Qiao approaching. Li Qiao took the child from his arms, then leaned against the wall, unbuttoning her pajamas to nurse him. On the phone, the other party said something else, and Shang Yu withdrew his gaze, looking out the window sternly, “I don’t care about the He Family, but He Chen cannot be harmed.” Soon, the man finished the call, turning to see Li Qiao holding Shang Yin with one hand and buttoning up with the other. Shang Yu naturally took the child and placed him in the stroller, “Why are you awake?” “Couldn’t sleep.” Li Qiao frowned in irritation, buttoned up, and discreetly rubbed the hard lump on her chest with her elbow, “Did something happen to Brother Chen?” The man glanced at the little one, then pulled Li Qiao to the sofa beside him, “No, it’s He Qing who’s gone missing.” Li Qiao found a comfortable position to nestle in Shang Yu’s arms, her smile carrying a teasing edge, “It’s likely Brother Chen’s doing.” “Hmm.” The man relaxed his shoulders, wrapping his arm around Li Qiao’s shoulders with one hand, “They found his mother.” Li Qiao’s eyes paused, turning her head to meet his gaze, “Really?” Shang Yu lowered his eyelids as a response, then a deep sigh escaped from the corners of his lips. The man said nothing, but Li Qiao still understood the complexity in his eyes. After a long moment, Li Qiao hooked his fingers, softly suggesting, “You should go see.” “Worried He Chen can’t handle the trouble?” “No.” Li Qiao shook her head with a faint smile, “Brother Chen doesn’t need help, but at times , perhaps he needs a brother.” Shang Yu’s deep gaze lingered distantly on the window, remaining silent for a long time. The man’s silence stretched on, and Li Qiao timely nudged him with her shoulder, “There are so many people at home to help with the baby, you don’t have to worry.” Shang Yu’s gaze returned to Li Qiao’s face, and after a while, he murmured teasingly, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll be in a difficult spot in front of the He family’s brothers?” “You won’t.” Li Qiao leaned her head on the man’s shoulder, “He Qing wouldn’t make it hard for you, besides… didn’t he and his sister used to bully me before?” Shang Yu looked down at her earnest face, his deep, magnetic laugh resonating from his chest, “Alright, I’ll listen to you and go take a look.” In Parma, at the Shang Family Old House, at half-past eight, the Fourth Great-Uncle of the He Family met with Shang Zonghai as he wished. In the backyard fishing pond, Fourth Great-Uncle bent slightly, respectfully greeting, “Patriarch Shang, forgive the intrusion.” The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥 “Have a seat.” Shang Zonghai held a bowl of fish food, leisurely lowering his wrist, “Coming over so early, what’s the urgent matter?” Fourth Great-Uncle ingratiatingly clasped his fists across the table, “Apologies for the laugh, but indeed there’s a matter… wanting to trouble you to make a decision for the He Family.” Shang Zonghai raised an eyebrow questioningly, “You want me to make a decision for the He Family?” “Patriarch Shang, though it may sound laughable,” Fourth Great-Uncle patted his knees with a look of heartfelt grief, “it’s truly a family misfortune. Years ago…” Hearing this, Shang Zonghai frowned slightly, “Get to the point.” Fourth Great-Uncle was startled, promptly straightening his shoulders, “Patriarch Shang, today I came over to boldly ask you to help find our family’s Eldest Young Master. You know, the Eldest Young Master and Young Master Shang are as close as brothers, this time… his unexpected disappearance is all because of the disaster stirred up by He Chen. You’ve likely heard; He Chen is a narrow-minded and exceedingly ruthless person. If it weren’t absolutely necessary, I wouldn’t have thickened my face to ask for your help. Patriarch Shang, regarding this matter…” Fourth Great-Uncle’s eyes were filled with flattery and anticipation. In Parma, the Shang family held sway over everything. If the He Family could use the Shang’s hand to remove He Chen this time, rising to become one of the distinguished families would in no time be inevitable. Fourth Great-Uncle was immersed in his fantasies, unable to extricate himself, but in the next moment, the inexplicable cold atmosphere near the fish pond made one’s blood run cold. Startled, he subconsciously puffed up his chest and glanced at Shang Zonghai, fearing he had misspoken. But upon careful inspection, it was difficult to discern any flaw on Shang Zonghai’s face. Fourth Great-Uncle subtly breathed a sigh of relief, suspecting that he was overly skittish. At this moment, Shang Zonghai continued to feed the fish placidly, but the corners of his lips curled into an inscrutable smile, “I see.” Fourth Great-Uncle hastened to nod in agreement, “Patriarch Shang, though it sounds implausible, it’s indeed the undeniable truth. It’s solely our He Family’s excessive mercy back then, and now it seems akin to releasing a tiger back to the mountains.” Shang Zonghai cast him a sideways glance, then waved his hand, “I understand, you may go back now.”