Chapter 8: The Princess Carry

"Lu Yanchuan, I'm fine, please put me down."

Qiao Yi tapped forcefully on Lu Yanchuan's arm several times, but he seemed insensible, his hands steadily carrying her upstairs to the room.

If she couldn't break free, she might as well lie down and enjoy it.

Qiao Yi found herself a comfortable position, making sure her legs weren't pinched by Lu Yanchuan's arms.

Lu Yanchuan felt a warm touch shifting back and forth on his arm.

He wanted to warn the little woman not to wriggle around, but seeing her pouting and looking dissatisfied, Lu Yanchuan curled his lips into a smile.

"Ah!"

The steady hands beneath her suddenly loosened, and the abrupt sensation of losing support made Qiao Yi subconsciously grab hold of what she thought was the most secure thing beside her.

Lu Yanchuan was indifferent to the woman clinging onto him, shifting from a princess carry to a face-to-face hold like one would carry a child.

Qiao Yi, feeling both annoyed and embarrassed, struggled to jump down, but Lu Yanchuan certainly wouldn't let her get her way, forcibly carrying her into the room by holding her thighs.

"That's enough! I've arrived! You can go out now!"

Looking at the furious Qiao Yi, Lu Yanchuan suddenly thought of the pets posted by some female employees in the company's group chat.

She looked like a fluffy, anger-puffed kitten.

"Your foot is sprained. Rest at home for a couple of days and I'll come to pick you up."

Having escorted her back to her room, Lu Yanchuan reverted to that noble and proud Mr. Lu, acting as if none of what just happened was his doing.

"Lu Yanchuan, I'm being very serious in telling you that I only married you considering our families' interests. I don't want you to meddle in my affairs like this in the future."

"Miss Qiao, no matter what you're thinking, right now you're the Lu Family's daughter-in-law, my wife. As long as we are not divorced, you should remember this firmly."

Lu Yanchuan's face darkened, his intense gaze almost too much for Qiao Yi to bear, yet she still bit her lip and refused to back down.

After a long while, there was a knock at Qiao Yi's door.

"Yiyi, mom heard from the auntie that you sprained your foot, how bad is it?"

Zhao Wenjing entered with a medical kit, unsurprised to see Lu Yanchuan there, and even greeted him with a smile.

The auntie had told her everything just now, saying how Lu Yanchuan protected Qiao Yi, even personally carrying her back to her room!

But why did both of them seem unhappy?

Zhao Wenjing looked from Qiao Yi to Lu Yanchuan.

Was it because of those provoking young ladies downstairs?

"Yanchuan, it seems that Yiyi's dad was looking for you just now, perhaps you should see him first. I'll take care of Yiyi here."

Lu Yanchuan gave Qiao Yi a deep look, nodded to Zhao Wenjing, and left the room.

Once Lu Yanchuan was gone, Zhao Wenjing came over and started applying medicine to Qiao Yi's injury.

"Yiyi, you seem to be unhappy with Yanchuan. Is it because of those girls earlier? You well know how popular Yanchuan is in Capital City, why bother getting upset with him over such insignificant people?"

"Mom, it's not about that, sigh, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

Qiao Yi looked helpless, and Zhao Wenjing pouted, intentionally pressing down on Qiao Yi's instep, applying the medicine amidst her screams.

"Talk it out with Yanchuan later, you're married now, a grown woman; you can't afford to be so capricious!"

"Okay, okay, fine, with a son-in-law comes forgetting your daughter! Go on, I'll lie down by myself for a while."

Qiao Yi pushed Zhao Wenjing out, then hobbled back to the bed, lying down with her body resting, but her thoughts drifting far away.

Lu Yanchuan was too dangerous; she couldn't fathom his thoughts, let alone guess why he would be willing to marry her.

Qiao Yi tossed and turned restlessly, while downstairs was already in an uproar.

The day Lu Yanchuan and Qiao Yi got married, many of those present had attended the wedding and heard their conversation.

It was originally thought that the marriage between the Qiao and Lu Families was merely a simple business alliance, but seeing Mr. Lu's attitude, it was clear he had taken a serious liking to the Second Miss Qiao!

For a time, all the guests present had their own thoughts, and even Qiao Benqing himself was unclear about the true nature of the relationship between Lu Yanchuan and Qiao Yi.

After helping Qiao Benqing see off all the guests, Lu Yanchuan waited until only the Qiao Family members were left before he took his leave.

"Wait! Mr. Lu, wait!"

"Lu Yanchuan! Stop right there!"

The sharp voice of the woman behind made Lu Yanchuan involuntarily frown, stopping his pace and turning around—it was Qiao Xin who had followed.

Lu Yanchuan did not speak, just silently looking at her, waiting for her to begin.

Qiao Xin forced a smile.

"Won't you even talk to me? Do you like Qiao Yi so much that you're unwilling to speak with me?"

"What is it."

Lu Yanchuan's voice was full of impatience, and Qiao Xin seemed to have taken a blow, her face instantly turning pale.

"I have liked you for so many years..."

"Miss Qiao, I don't wish to waste time."

Lu Yanchuan's voice was cold as ice. After he spoke, he did not glance at Qiao Xin again, and turned to leave.

Qiao Xin staggered back, tripping over something underfoot, and fell straight down.

"Ah!"

Hearing the cry from behind, Lu Yanchuan pretended not to hear, got into the car, ordered the driver to drive away, and totally ignored Qiao Xin nearby who couldn't get up while holding her hand.

Qiao Xin's eyes were venomous, her palms scraped by pebbles on the ground, and she was in severe pain from the fall, but the anger and jealousy in her heart almost made her forget the pain on her body.

The scene of Lu Yanchuan carrying Qiao Yi upstairs was played over and over again in Qiao Xin's mind.

Qiao Xin clenched the cloth over her chest, as if she was clenching Qiao Yi, the force so strong that the fabric nearly tore.

Qiao Yi! Qiao Yi! I want you to suffer a terrible fate!

Curled up in the covers, Qiao Yi sneezed twice fiercely. The room was filled with the smell of medicinal alcohol, which made Qiao Yi nauseous. She thought she would not be able to sleep, but soon after lying down, she fell asleep.

"Yiyi, wake up!"

Zhao Wenjing pushed open Qiao Yi's room and dug her out of the messy covers.

"Mom, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Qiao Yi grumbled discontentedly, her body kept sliding down.

Zhao Wenjing rolled her eyes dramatically and pinched Qiao Yi's face several times.

"Sleeping like a pig! Get up quickly, Yanchuan has called a family doctor for you, and he's already waiting downstairs for you. Wash up and come downstairs quickly."

Lu Yanchuan is so considerate?

Qiao Yi suddenly sat up, ignoring Zhao Wenjing's nagging, hopped out of bed and skipped into the bathroom.

Yun Yi sat in the Qiao Family's living room, covertly glancing around.

Yesterday, Lu Yanchuan actually took the time to attend a trivial banquet at the Qiao Family's place, and it was said that he did some things he wouldn't normally do.

Today, Yun Yi was somewhat impatient, volunteering to see for himself who was so special that they could move Lu Yanchuan's stony heart.