The Favored Heiress
Chapter 204: What Kind of Trendy Title Is This?

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: What Kind of Trendy Title Is This?

Seeing this, Tu Anliang stopped what he was doing and with his fingertips poked Li Qiao’s hand, smirked, and said, "My beauty, suddenly grabbing my hand, are you trying to beg for mercy... Ah!!!"

Two fingers, broken at the base.

Tu Anliang had no time to prepare, and his fingers were forcefully snapped in the opposite direction by Li Qiao.

The pain that radiates from the fingers to the heart was unbearable, even for a hardened thug like him.

Tu Anliang blanked out, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming instantly on his forehead, as he retreated repeatedly while holding his hand.

Glancing back at Li Qiao, who was disdainfully grabbing tissues from the coffee table, she kept wiping her palm.

In his life of arrogance, Tu Anliang had never been punished like this.

His eyes bloodshot, he sat on the sofa clutching his hand, his gaze at Li Qiao as if he wanted to flay her, "Fuck... you..."

He couldn’t even complete a sentence of cursing, because the pain was too intense.

At that moment, Li Qiao stood still, finished wiping her hands and tossed the tissue lightly into the trash bin.

She looked at Tu Anliang without expression, walked over slowly, lifted her slender right leg and stepped on his chest, pressing down from a superior position, "Remember my words, don’t get any ideas about Jiugong again."

Tu Anliang, with his chest under her foot, lay back awkwardly against the sofa, his breathing was restricted, exhaling far more than he could inhale.

The humiliation of being stepped on was infuriating for Tu Anliang, but the pain of his fingers breaking drained almost all his strength.

Li Qiao ground her foot into his chest viciously, then withdrew her leg and stood up straight, returning to her indifferent composure.

As she turned to leave, just before pushing the door open, she looked back at the fierce Tu Anliang, "My name is Li Qiao."

With those words, she left with a calm and composed demeanor.

Outside the door, three of her subordinates were clueless and did not rush into the room until she had left.

By then, Tu Anliang was pale, gasping for air with his hand still held to his chest.

Facing the dumbfounded stares of his subordinates, he kicked the coffee table over in a furious roar, "Go find out who Li Qiao really is—"

This score wasn’t settled!

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao was sitting in the café, occasionally sipping coffee, while Luoyu sat opposite her, speaking softly.

Li Qiao, holding her phone in a lazy posture, was sending WeChat messages to Shang Yu.

He had gone out, and it was not known where he had gone.

He wouldn’t return until a week later, which felt like a long time.

At that time, Luoyu said, "The fire at Sleepless City wasn’t serious, I just let someone burn one of their external air conditioning units. The fire was extinguished in less than three minutes after the fire department arrived."

Li Qiao, tapping at the screen, absent-mindedly made an "oh" sound.

Clearly, her mind was on the screen.

Meanwhile, Shang Yu sat in the business hall of the Parma Eight-Star Hotel, listening to the revolutionary ideas and plans of the artificial intelligence industry conference, occasionally replying to Li Qiao’s messages.

On either side of him sat Liuyun and Zhui Feng.

Zhui Feng, who had not been seen for a long time, sat to Shang Yu’s right. Although he faced forward, his peripheral vision daringly settled on Shang Yu’s phone screen.

WeChat nickname: Baby Girl

What a saucy name!

Zhui Feng’s gaze moved up, glancing at the man’s arrogantly cold face, struggling to reconcile with such contrast.

So now, he wanted to know if this Baby Girl was the girl he had previously wanted to pursue.

Zhui Feng continued to spy on Shang Yu’s screen with his peripheral vision, and then saw a conversation like this.

Baby Girl: First day without Master Yan, miss him!

Shang Yu: Be good, I’ll be back on the weekend.

Baby Girl: [Wilted][Wilted]

Upon seeing this, Zhui Feng felt so sour that it made his teeth hurt.

Times had changed, their leader was now using WeChat to coax girls, while he had been single for two months.

Zhui Feng felt a bitter taste in his heart, withdrew his glance, took out his phone, scrolled through his WeChat friends, and thought about finding a girl to chat with.

Then, the deep voice of the man next to him reached his ears, "Prepare a summary of the meeting for me after it’s over."