The Favored Heiress
Chapter 215: Shaoyan, Can You Control Her?

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Shaoyan, Can You Control Her?

That afternoon, Li Qiao sat at the laboratory bench examining the pattern of chromosome changes caused by chemical reagents.

Soon, Lian Zhen entered, holding a data report and pulling over a chair to sit down, "Junior sister, take a look at this."

Li Qiao lifted her head from the detection equipment, following Lian Zhen’s gaze to see the results of the laboratory analysis, "Non-metallic element, arsenic?"

Lian Zhen nodded solemnly, "The results from the twelve analyses we ran the day before yesterday are all in. Based on the current situation, it’s very likely that Guan Mingyu’s chromosomal mutation is related to the arsenic element.

Look here, according to the analysis results..."

In just a few minutes, Lian Zhen had expressed his suspicions and views frankly.

Li Qiao flipped through the analysis report in her hands, narrowing her eyes, "Arsenic is generally used in combination with compounds in pesticides or herbicides. If it really is this element causing the mutation, it’s not impossible."

"What do you mean?" Lian Zhen paused in the act of drinking water, his eyebrows lifting in surprise.

Li Qiao pondered for a few seconds before putting down the report, "Guan Mingyu used to live in the countryside, so it’s indeed possible that she was exposed to pesticides or herbicides."

As they spoke, both fell silent, since they were both aware that the mutations could be the result of arsenic poisoning rather than chemicals from pesticides.

Not long afterward, Lian Zhen suddenly thought of something. Before he could say anything, his mobile phone rang from the pocket of his lab coat.

Li Qiao turned away, continuing to go through the report. She somehow felt that there was more to Guan Mingyu’s illness.

...

By evening, Li Qiao was still busy at work.

Fei Zhihong from the South Sea Police Station suddenly called her, his voice tinged with urgency, "Qiaoqiao, where are you?"

Li Qiao held her phone and moved into the hallway, leaning against the corner of the wall, her tone mild, "In the lab, what’s up?"

Fei Zhihong took a moment to collect himself, his fingers still clicking on the mouse, "Doing an experiment? Haven’t you seen the news? The video from the bankside highway has been posted online.

You said you knew who the whistleblower is, can you tell godfather? This matter’s getting a lot of traction. The netizen who posted the video says South Sea Police Station isn’t taking action and has even posted the content of the complaint letter.

Now netizens are inquiring about the progress below the police station’s official Weibo account, and it’s getting hard to control."

As the chief, Fei Zhihong must step in and properly handle the situation.

Especially since it has escalated to the internet, with countless netizens watching them.

If they don’t handle it promptly, the police station’s image will suffer, and he, as chief, won’t be able to avoid responsibility.

After hearing Fei Zhihong’s explanation, a frost suddenly formed in Li Qiao’s usually impassive eyes.

She looked down at her toes, her eyes darkening, "When was the video posted?"

Fei Zhihong scrolled through the social media webpage, searching for a while before finding the original poster, "At three-thirty in the afternoon. What’s your beef with this whistleblower?

Because of their actions, the police station has to make public the details of what happened that night on the bankside highway.

The case is still under investigation; not to mention that it’s easy to startle the snake in the grass, but this is simply causing trouble deliberately."

The man Li Qiao had injured, they had unexpectedly discovered during the course of the investigation, seemed to be connected to some large corporation behind the scenes.

Moreover, that person has a past of drug trafficking, and the police station had internally decided to conduct a confidential deep investigation—only to encounter this unforeseen disruption.

At that moment, Li Qiao lifted her head with a chilly expression and slowly looked towards the window filled with brilliant afterglow, pursing her lips faintly, "Godfather, wait for my news."

The complaint letter had been put into the police station’s suggestion box by Duan Yixuan, so the video... most likely was also her doing.

Such a clever cousin, truly beyond help.

A few minutes later, Li Qiao asked Academician Jiang for leave and drove straight to the celebrity art studio.

Six o’clock, Han River South Road.

Li Qiao parked her car in front of the Socialite Art Studio and sat inside, eyeing the studio’s main door. Within three minutes, Duan Yixuan walked out.

She stood at the doorway looking around, and as the door opened with a noise, Duan Yixuan collided with Li Qiao’s cool gaze.

She curled her lips, unconcerned, "What do you want with me?"

...

Meanwhile, at the Yan Emperor Group, Shang Yu received a call from Ou Bai.

He seemed to be on a set as the background was rather noisy. After walking a few steps, he complained into the receiver, "In all my time in the entertainment industry, I’ve never seen a nobody attract so much attention from agents."

Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, his long legs crossed. His voice was languid, "What do you mean?"

Ou Bai sneered and gave his own agent a fierce stare, "It’s all because of your little girl stirring up trouble.

Shaoyan, can’t you keep her in check? An outsider hitting the trending searches every other day, is this supposed to be normal?

My idiot agent has been doing nothing since this afternoon but trying to find out news about your girl.

And from the looks of it, he probably wants to sign her on. Tell me, is this the kind of thing a person does?"

Ou Bai was furious. If not for maintaining his image on set, he would have liked to splash his coffee in the agent’s face.

Another big reason was that he had a premonition—if his agent really signed Li Qiao, he might lose his status as the god of good looks in the showbiz world.

Damn!

He’d lost tens of thousands of fans from his millions of ’face fans’ because of Li Qiao last time.

At that moment, Shang Yu was listening to Ou Bai throwing a tantrum over the phone, a dark gleam passing through his eyes, "Mhm, hung up."

Ou Bai: "??"

Before you hang up, can you at least give me a clear answer—are you going to handle this or not?

...

Back at the Socialite Art Studio, Li Qiao got out of the car and casually leaned against the side.

She tilted her head up at Duan Yixuan with a willful and disdainful attitude, "Sending report emails isn’t enough, so you had to post on Weibo too?"

This time, Duan Yixuan seemed fully prepared mentally.

She wiped her hands with a wet tissue, removing the paint, and then looked up with a puzzled face, "What Weibo? Li Qiao, you were talking nonsense at the hospital on the weekend, why are you still like this today?"

Li Qiao’s lips curved up wickedly as she dropped her gaze to mask the cold light in her eyes, intending to step forward when her phone rang in her pocket.

She took it out and answered, but her cold, clear eyes kept staring fixedly at Duan Yixuan.

From the earpiece came Shang Yu’s magnetic, warm voice, "Seen the news?"

Li Qiao’s lips twitched as she glanced at Duan Yixuan, "Yeah, had it removed already."

As she finished speaking, Duan Yixuan’s expression shifted slightly, her fingertips curling up a bit. She wanted to check her phone, but remembered that it was still on the easel in the studio.

Then, Shang Yu exhaled softly, as if he was smoking, and his tone dipped a few shades, "Do you know who did it?"

"I know," Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, her tone characteristically arrogant, "Someone without much of a brain."

"Hmm, make sure you deal with it cleanly. If you end up trending again, I might have to consider hiding you away," Shang Yu’s tone sounded as usual, but it concealed displeasure and a domineering attitude, which couldn’t help but make Li Qiao smile wryly.

A fight video was enough to make netizens ecstatic, and she was an innocent bystander caught in the firing line.

Actually, before she came to confront Duan Yixuan, Li Qiao had already seen the news on Weibo, and she had seen the highway video long ago at the South Sea Police Station.