The Favored Heiress
Chapter 167: Li Qiao’s condition is very wrong

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Li Qiao’s condition is very wrong

Li Qiao and Luoyu did not stay in the funeral parlor too long; within less than ten minutes, the pair had left the store.

Luoyu casually pulled down the roller shutter and turned around when she heard a rush of footsteps accompanied by a low call, "Xiao Li, Xiao Li."

Li Qiao followed the voice and saw Mo Qi running towards them.

Gasping for air, he steadied himself and then repeatedly patted his chest, "Xiao Li, I finally found you."

"What’s the matter?"

Li Qiao leaned casually against the car door, eying the sweat on Mo Qi’s forehead with indifference, and slightly sneered.

After catching his breath, Mo Qi glanced covertly at Luoyu and then stepped forward, whispering to Li Qiao, "The teacher sent me. I had no hope at first, but I didn’t expect you would really be here."

After speaking, he wiped his face and relayed Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s message to Li Qiao, "Xiao Li, the teacher said he doesn’t want you to go to great lengths to investigate this matter because... this is his own family affair."

Family affair?

What kind of family affair would result in a broken wrist for him?

Moreover, as far as she could remember, Jiugong had been alone for many years and never mentioned having any family.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes momentarily, fixating on Mo Qi’s cheeks flushed from running, "Anything else?"

Mo Qi licked his dry lips and added softly, "Yes, the teacher wants you not to risk yourself. He said that in all his years in the South Sea, no one could hurt him unless he was willing, and he knows you want to seek justice for him, but many things are beyond justice... "

The voice of Mo Qi became quieter and quieter.

He didn’t understand what these words meant, but the teacher said that as long as he told Li Qiao exactly, she would understand.

After all, Uncle Zhong the Ninth had his unspeakable hardships.

At that moment, Li Qiao caught on to a key point.

——No one could hurt him unless he was willing.

So it meant that Jiugong’s injury was voluntary.

Leaning against the car door, Li Qiao was silent for a long time, her brows and eyes growing increasingly distant and cold.

Mo Qi cautiously called out to her, and Li Qiao came back to her senses, lowered her gaze, and suppressed the cold restlessness in her eyes, "I understand."

"So will you continue the investigation? The teacher told me that I need your assurance before he will allow me to return, otherwise he’ll dock half a year’s pay and threatens to starve me to death. Xiao Li, please... "

Mo Qi’s voice was filled with a plea, and although it was mostly in jest, they both knew that if Li Qiao refused, Jiugong would indeed dock his salary.

Although Jiugong seemed easygoing, he was more stubborn than anyone when it came to matters of principle.

Li Qiao was silent for a long time, shifting her gaze from Mo Qi and turning to look at the distant horizon, her voice ethereal, "Okay, fine, you can go back."

...

After Mo Qi left, Li Qiao took a deep breath and slowly lowered her head.

Luoyu stood diagonally across from her, the last bit of sunset light falling on her side face and shoulder.

Her expression was unclear, but the tightly pressed arc of her lips made it easy to guess that she was in a bad mood.

Luoyu walked up silently beside her, stood for a few seconds, and asked, "Shall we get in the car?"

Li Qiao sighed deeply, turned, opened the car door, and got in.

On the way back, she remained silent, looking out of the window, her whole being exuding indifference.

Luoyu started the car and left the South City Old Street area; it was only after they had merged onto the main road that she offered a stiff consolation, "Jiugong probably doesn’t want you to take risks for him."

Consoling someone was a rarity for Luoyu.

But Li Qiao was not in a good state, and Luoyu instinctively wanted to say something to divert her attention.

In recent years, Jiugong did build quite a network in the South Sea, and the words of that young man had some truth to them.

Unless Uncle Zhong the Ninth was willing, it would be impossible for the person who hurt him to get away unscathed.