The Favored Heiress
Chapter 198: Quite Mysterious

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Quite Mysterious

Li Qiao walked shoulder to shoulder with him towards the Bolan Club, pondering for a moment, then spoke up, "Just now Charles told me that I resemble a deceased Female Stock God a great deal. I wonder how much alike we are, to make him react so surprisingly upon seeing me."

Having finished speaking, Li Qiao squinted at Shang Yu, not missing a single flicker of expression on his face.

Maybe it was her overthinking it, but today’s meeting felt like it was deliberately arranged.

At that moment, Shang Yu slowed his pace next to Li Qiao, his dark eyes unfathomable, his lips lifting slightly, "Don’t take it to heart. To foreigners, Asian faces mostly look alike."

Was that so?

Li Qiao half-smiled with skepticism, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Logically speaking, Shang Yu could have completely avoided introducing her to Charles.

But he did it anyway.

Could it be... Was it just to make her girlfriend status public?

But Charles wasn’t a South Sea person, so whether he knew or not, it wasn’t important, right?

Li Qiao pondered incessantly in her heart when suddenly a weight settled on her shoulder. The man’s strong arm was draped over, hugging her lightly, bending over and whispering in her ear, "Do you want to add his contact to inquire about the Female Stock God?"

"Mhm." Li Qiao was caught off guard by his warm breath tickling her ear, causing a tingle and itch.

She steadied her spirits, leaning lazily against Shang Yu’s shoulder, looking up at him with teasing eyes, "He just wants to send me a photo of the Female Stock God, that’s all."

Shang Yu turned his head to look at her, his brow relaxing, pressing down the corner of his lips half-seriously, "He could send it to me as well."

Li Qiao sniffed, teasing him, "I’m afraid you might scare him off from sending the photo at all."

"No, he knows what weighs more, three hundred billion US Dollars or a photo," Shang Yu assured.

Li Qiao didn’t think too deeply about it and took it as a joke.

Soon after, the two of them returned to the Bolan Club.

It seemed the place had been cleared out today.

The vast club was almost devoid of other guests apart from the occasional passing staff member.

In the Bolan Club’s second-floor VIP lounge, Li Qiao slouched in a sofa chair, glancing at the time. It was already 2 p.m., and she might need to head back to the company soon.

Shang Yu had disappeared somewhere, only telling her to wait a bit before leaving the lounge.

Li Qiao flicked through her phone, bored, with no sign of Liuyun or Luoyu.

Ugh... Boredom.

In a blink, fifteen minutes passed, and Shang Yu had not returned.

Li Qiao considered whether to send him a WeChat message to ask where he was when suddenly she heard Luoyu’s voice from behind, "Miss Li, you may go now."

Li Qiao looked back at her, too lazy to ask questions, stood up, and gestured forward with her chin, "Let’s go."

She didn’t know where they were going, but it felt mysterious enough.

Shortly after, Luoyu led Li Qiao to the Bolan Shooting Range area.

Her usually impassive eyes began to fill with excitement and faint anticipation.

It had been almost a month since her last shooting session.

For Li Qiao, who fancied firearms and precision instruments, shooting possessed an irresistible allure.

At the end of the walkway, a private shooting room appeared, with Liuyun standing at the door waiting. Seeing Li Qiao’s figure, she nodded and pulled the door open, "Miss Li, please."

Li Qiao uttered a soft thanks, full of curiosity as she walked into the shooting room.

Standing firm and lifting her gaze, the sight before her immediately brought a smile to her eyes.

In the modest private shooting room, a long table was set behind the shooting stations, on which sat eight silver cases, each housing a rare and uncommon pistol.

Real guns, not the training guns provided by the shooting range.

Shang Yu stood in front of the table, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, his stance casual as he watched her, "Come take a look."