Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Shang Yu Compromises Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Shang Yu Compromises After lunch, Li Qiao lay on the observation deck of the Mansion’s second floor, admiring the landscape, with coffee and fruit still set before her on the low table.

Shang Yu and Shang Zonghai seemed to have things to discuss and went to the study after finishing their meal.

Li Qiao also had not found the opportunity to have a private chat with Shang Zonghai.

Feeling utterly bored, she took out her phone, checked the time, and then turned to look at Luoyu behind her, “Are you free?

Accompany me on a short trip out?”

It was just past one now, so there should be enough time to hurry to the Renhe Laboratory.

Luoyu stepped slightly forward and asked with a puzzled look, “Where do you want to go?”

Li Qiao lowered her legs and sat up from the lounge chair, “Renhe Laboratory.”

No sooner had she spoken than Luoyu pulled out her phone and made a call directly, “Boss, Miss Li wants to go out.”

Li Qiao looked at her expressionlessly: “…”

After hanging up the phone, Luoyu gave a nod, her tone not as stiff as before, “The boss asks you to wait a moment.”

Fine then.

Li Qiao scratched at her ballerina bun and sighed.

Shang Yu arrived very quickly, his resounding footsteps approaching from behind the observation deck.

Li Qiao stood up accordingly and gazed at his tall, dark silhouette, her lips curving slightly, “I’m just stepping out for a bit, why did you specially come over?”

“To the lab?” The man stood before her, his deep eyes locking onto her cheeks.

Li Qiao nodded her head, “There’s an internal meeting at the laboratory this afternoon that I want to listen in on.”

And, incidentally…

to make arrangements for Guan Mingyu’s matter.

Then, Shang Yu’s gaze fell to her foot, his brow slightly furrowed, “Can’t it be done through a video conference?”

Li Qiao watched him with pursed lips, her toes curling slightly, but she didn’t make a sound.

Perhaps sensing Li Qiao’s determination, Shang Yu fell silent for a moment before unexpectedly conceding.

He sighed softly, looked at Li Qiao again, and raised his hand to ruffle the top of her head, “How long will it take?”

“Around two hours or so,” she replied.

Hearing this, Shang Yu pressed his lips together in a nod, glanced back at Luoyu, and instructed, “After the meeting, escort her back here for a change of dressing.”

Change of dressing?

Li Qiao blinked, lowered her head, and couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle.

That was indeed a very good excuse to stay over.

Anyway, he obviously didn’t plan on letting her go home!

…

At two o’clock sharp, Li Qiao arrived at Renhe Medical Laboratory.

Luoyu lowered the car window from behind her and said, “I’ll wait for you at the entrance.”

Li Qiao paused, looked back at her, and gave a slight nod, “Okay, thank you.”

Luoyu watched Li Qiao’s slender figure walk into the medical laboratory, her eyes filled with a complex and obscure glimmer.

She had never anticipated that Li Qiao would mean so much to the boss.

The four major assistants had been supporting from the side for many years, yet even their master, Shang Zonghai, couldn’t make Shang Yu bend over backwards–yet Li Qiao did.

Renhe Medical Laboratory, subordinate to a research institution.

Strictly speaking, it was merely an affiliated relationship without managerial authority because the laboratory was privately owned.

The layout of the three-story building was straightforward, but the laboratory was fully equipped with all the necessary apparatus.

Li Qiao reached the third floor, and at the end of the corridor was the seminar room.

Through the wide open double doors, several young experimental researchers could be seen sitting in front of a U-shaped table, waiting for the meeting to begin.

At the front, Fu Lvting was adjusting the PPT.

Hearing footsteps at the door, he looked over with a surprised side-glance, “I thought you weren’t coming.”

Li Qiao surveyed the room with an indifferent expression and nodded slightly in apology, “Sorry, I’m late.”

At that moment, at the head of the U-shaped table, an elderly man with silvery hair and a ruddy complexion waved at Li Qiao, “Not late, not late, Qiaoqiao, come over here.

Your teacher has made new progress in his research.”