The Favored Heiress
Chapter 170: Simply Disliking Him

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Simply Disliking Him

Last night, at half past nine.

The car slowly stopped, and Li Qiao saw the mansion embedded in the mountains, radiating a warm yellow halo, and her gaze lingered.

In fact, on her way from Sleepless City, she had noticed that the car was not heading towards the Li Family on Huanan Road.

As expected, they arrived at the South Sea Mansion.

Li Qiao looked at the night-shrouded South Sea Mountain; the layered peaks were like an ink wash painting under the stars and moonlight.

The man, Shang Yu, with his black and tall figure, stood in front of the stylish mansion like a character painted in the moonlit night.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Li Qiao across the dim light.

The moment their eyes met, Li Qiao didn’t hesitate to get out of the car, quickening her pace over the short distance of ten-odd meters.

She stopped, looked up, and her thoughts spilled out of her eyes.

Shang Yu looked down at Li Qiao, his broad palm resting on the top of her head, gently stroking, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure, "Didn’t rest well last night, and you’re still going out to drink tonight?"

Oh, he knew?

She vaguely understood why Luoyu would suddenly return to work today.

Li Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, her eyelids drooping, her voice faint, "Just a bit annoyed."

Shang Yu, with one hand in his pocket, watched her quiet expression helplessly and turned around, "Come inside and talk."

The two of them entered the living room one after the other; the sudden bright warm light prompted Li Qiao to squint uncomfortably.

She found a single-seater sofa to sit down, casually grabbing a cushion to bury her face in.

Tonight’s Li Qiao was different from usual, probably the first time she showed such evident emotional fluctuations in front of Shang Yu.

At this moment, Shang Yu’s brows knit almost imperceptibly; he sat down resolutely opposite her, leaning forward to pick up a cigarette box from the coffee table.

He lit a cigarette, took a drag, casually leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, and spoke in a deep voice, "Why are you suddenly investigating Tu Anliang?"

Li Qiao tightened the arms wrapped around the cushion and lifted her head to blink, "Did Luoyu tell you?"

She hadn’t planned on hiding anything from Shang Yu, but she didn’t like the snitch-like behavior of people around her.

If she wanted to say, she could tell him herself.

Just as Li Qiao showed her distaste, she heard the man’s voice, slow with a trace of laughter, "Do you really think I wouldn’t know that you used the company’s computer this morning to hack into Sleepless City’s surveillance?"

Li Qiao, caught red-handed, "..."

She had thought she was being very cautious.

After hacking into Sleepless City’s surveillance that morning, she quickly synchronized the video feed to her phone and shattered and deleted the records from the company’s computer.

In less than an hour, he knew everything.

Li Qiao hugged the cushion tightly and buried her face, not saying a word.

At that moment, Shang Yu took a puff of his cigarette, the faint smell of smoke spreading; those deep, mysterious eyes hidden behind layers of smoke seemed to carry an unknown gloom, "Have a grudge against Tu Anliang?"

If Tu Anliang had provoked her, he wouldn’t mind turning South City upside down for Li Qiao, even if it meant disrupting the balance of power.

Then, Li Qiao’s face pressed against the edge of the cushion, her tone defiant, "No grudge, just can’t stand him!"

Suddenly, a magnetic, lazy laugh emanated from the man’s chest, resounding deep and resonant in her ear, utterly pleasant to the ear.

"Is it because of Jiugong?" After the laughter, Shang Yu continued to blow smoke rings, looking at the languid Li Qiao, and spoke bluntly.

Indeed, Shang Shaoyan, the Overlord of the South Sea, seemed to have everything under his control.

Li Qiao fell silent for a moment, not disputing, "Yeah, sort of."

Afterwards, she raised her eyes to observe the man smoking, hesitant to speak.