The Favored Heiress
Chapter 177: What is Your Suggestion?

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: What is Your Suggestion?

Tonight, the South Sea seemed to brew a sudden downpour.

The clouds were foggy, accompanied by the rolling thunder.

Before the rain fell, the entire city had already been shrouded in a hazy, damp mist.

Tangxi Garden in the eastern suburbs row house area.

Li Qiao sat alone in the sunken garden, holding a can of beer and occasionally taking a sip.

This, her private estate, she seldom visited, maybe a few times a year.

But tonight, Li Qiao chose to avoid everyone, to come here alone to sort out her emotions.

After finishing the can of beer, she looked up at the sky, the overcast night growing increasingly dark and intimidating.

The sound of muffled thunder was all the more oppressive.

Li Qiao’s brows and eyes showed restlessness, urgently needing a way to relieve the pressure.

She crushed the beer can in her hand and stood up, heading to the half-underground boxing room.

In the center of the boxing room with a red plastic floor, hung two punching bags.

Li Qiao wrapped her wrists and fingers several times with hand wraps, then warmed up her muscles a little before starting to throw punches fervently.

Each move was sharp and flamboyant, chasing punches, retreating to punch, jabbing with the leading hand, etc.—her postures were rich and varied, with explosive power.

For a solid half hour, she barely stopped.

The punching bag in mid-air swayed chaotically as if it couldn’t bear the burden, in rhythm with her punches.

"Huff—"

With the last punch thrown, Li Qiao leaned on the punching bag with one fist and took a long breath out.

It had been a long time since she had boxed so heartily; the last time was... probably three years ago.

Physically exhausted to the limit, but Li Qiao’s mind became clearer.

She truly didn’t want to give up Shang Yu.

And she couldn’t let go of her research either.

The growth she achieved in the field of bioengineering was not something that could be summarized in a few words.

The reason for her melancholy was that... once she committed to the lab’s research, it meant she could no longer act as she pleased from now on.

Scientific research is rigorous and tedious; there’s no fixed nine-to-five schedule.

A small experimental discussion might continue for four or five days.

Working day and night is normal.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and exhaled, her mood still low.

She took off the hand wraps and tossed them in the corner, then took a shower and returned to the living room.

The silence spread in the spacious and deserted villa.

...

At eight o’clock, Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, her legs crossed on the coffee table, and in front of her projected on the screen was the resolute face of Li San.

Li Qiao was on a video call with Li San.

In the image, Li San sat in a dimly lit tent, taking a drag on a cigarette and exhaling smoke rings, "Just for that little thing, you ran to the eastern suburbs to find inspiration?"

In the entire Li Family, Li Cheng was the one who understood Li Qiao the best.

The row house in Tangxi Garden in the eastern suburbs was Li Qiao’s private domain.

For many years, Li San had only visited once, and that villa... held many secrets.

If it weren’t for a problem, Li Qiao would hardly go to Tangxi Garden.

At this moment, Li Qiao twirled a wet strand of hair, her delicate cheeks flushed after her shower, she tugged at the corner of her mouth, "So, what’s your advice?"

Li San looked up arrogantly, puffing out a ring of smoke, then chuckled, "Before I give advice, Li Xiaosi, tell me the truth, who is the man that made you chase after him?"

Hearing this, Li Qiao remained silent, languidly sprawled on the sofa, her gaze downcast and indifferent.

She clearly avoided telling the truth.

Seeing her like this, Li Cheng had a vague guess in his heart, but felt it unlikely.