The Favored Heiress
Chapter 238: I’m the One Who Robbed You...

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: I’m the One Who Robbed You...

Qiu Huan returned to Ou Bai with a ’you wouldn’t understand’ look and was about to flatter him some more when Li Qiao had already reached for the wine glass in front of Shang Yu.

But before her hand touched the goblet, her wrist was held by the man.

Shang Yu turned his head to look at Li Qiao with her brows knitted in frustration, his thin lips curved, and his voice deep as he began, "Talk, what exactly happened tonight?"

Qiu Huan immediately sat up straight, nervously sliding his Adam’s apple up and down.

If a sports car couldn’t solve the problem, he was willing to offer two.

Just... don’t tattle.

At this moment, Li Qiao withdrew her hand, looked down at the ground, and succinctly said, "The item was stolen."

"What item? Is it important? Tell me, who stole it, I’ll help you teach that idiot a lesson," Qiu Huan immediately made his stance clear, his demeanor full of bluster as if he couldn’t wait to go and settle the score right away.

Li Qiao pressed her lips together and quietly dropped four words, "An autobiography."

Qiu Huan rolled up his sleeves and continued to boast, "What autobiography, I’ll get it for you..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly stopped talking.

In the deep quiet of the broad lawn, aside from the babbling sound of Inner River, one could hear the whisper of the wind.

Qiu Huan inexplicably felt a chill at the back of his head, swallowed hard, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Sister, what’s the exact title of the autobiography?"

Ou Bai also gripped the goblet tightly, his gaze unswerving as he stared at Li Qiao.

With a "click," the sound of a lighter startled everyone present.

Shang Yu, with his thin lips holding a cigarette, looked down to light it, his lips pursed in a way that made his tone intriguing, "Hmm, let’s hear it, what autobiography."

Li Qiao glanced at him lighting the cigarette and replied indifferently, "It’s ’The Autobiography of the Stock God.’

Qiu Huan blinked, oh, it was indeed the same book.

What had he just said?

Didn’t he claim he wanted to go teach that idiot a lesson?

Damn it, he was gone.

As for Ou Bai, he was holding his forehead with one hand, barely holding back a laugh.

Perhaps it was their baffling reactions, Li Qiao subconsciously furrowed her eyebrows and asked with a stern face, "Is there a problem?"

Just an ’Autobiography of the Stock God,’ what’s with all their faces?

By this time, Qiu Huan, having calmed down and knowing he wasn’t the ’idiot’ Li Qiao was referring to, immediately relaxed his tense mood.

He held his glass and took a sip, with a forced smile, leaned forward to the table and said, "So you mean to say, you were at the Venus auction tonight too?"

Ou Bai also took a moment to collect himself, fixed his eyes on Li Qiao, "Where were you sitting? I didn’t see you?"

He should have been with Shang Yu in the VIP room watching the live broadcast tonight.

But since he had recently won the Best Actor award, to provide the media with some candid material, his manager insisted that he make an appearance in the main auction hall of Venus.

Therefore, he had to spend the entire evening watching the auction live in the hall, but truly hadn’t noticed Li Qiao.

Facing the questions from the two men, Li Qiao remained silent for a few seconds, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Shang Yu’s inscrutable expression and decided not to hide anything, plainly revealing the answer, "I wasn’t at the scene."

"Then you..." Qiu Huan’s eyes flickered, and as he locked eyes with Ou Bai, they both seemed incredulous, "You weren’t possibly in the member’s lounge, were you?"

Venus’ private lounge could only be accessed by top-tier members.

For real?

Li Qiao, noticing Qiu Huan’s shock, raised an eyebrow ostentatiously, "Hmm, is that a problem?"

Qiu Huan was rendered speechless, unsure how to respond.

How old was she, and how big was her financial reserve to enter Venus’ top-tier circle at such a young age?

Qiu Huan restrained his aura and suddenly thought of the Leica camera he had borrowed at the beginning.

At that time, he had suspected that Li Qiao was an old member of the Venus Club for more than three years, but he had never expected her to be among the top-tier.

The young lady from Shaoyan’s family has got something!

Then, the relatively calm Ou Bai, without blinking, looked at Li Qiao’s indifferent face, cleared his throat, "So, you are the top-tier member who competed with the Supreme for ’The Autobiography of the Stock God’?"

Upon mentioning this, a visibly chill air descended upon Li Qiao’s indifferent expression, "Mhm."

Qiu Huan pursed his lips, wanting to say: That idiot who snatched your stuff is right beside you.

But if he said this out loud, the Qiu Family would probably be doomed.

Thus, Qiu Huan, with the attitude of enjoying the show regardless of the mess, called out to Liuyun from afar, "Bring over the auction’s briefcase."

Li Qiao’s brows furrowed slightly, a peculiar idea also flashing through her mind.

But before she could think deeper, she turned her head to see the Venus Club’s exclusive briefcase being delivered by Liuyun.

At this moment, the long-silent Shang Yu, legs crossed and smoking a cigarette, gave Li Qiao a sidelong glance, looked at the briefcase, and raised his chin, "It’s for you."

Li Qiao’s pupils contracted sharply, and her fingertips suddenly curled.

She concentrated, steadying her slightly erratic heartbeat, and unhurriedly opened the latch of the briefcase.

In the meantime, she glanced again at Shang Yu, then with a swoop of her arm, the opened briefcase revealed the very ’The Autobiography of the Stock God’ lying inside.

Li Qiao: "!!!"

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai next to her burst into laughter on the spot.

Qiu Huan wiped his face, laughing uncontrollably, "So, the biggest highlight of the entire auction was contributed by you two?"

At that moment, Li Qiao looked blankly at the brown leather notebook inside the briefcase, her mind going blank.

Then a cool voice tinged with the scent of tobacco hazily drifted to her ears, "I am that guy who snatched your things..." idiot.

Li Qiao: "..."

"Hahaha!" Qiu Huan and Ou Bai instantly burst into loud laughter.

How to say this, it’s a scene I’ve never witnessed before.

Li Qiao stared at the briefcase for half a minute, and then, amidst the incessant teasing of Qiu Huan, she ’snap’ shut the briefcase with a sound, propped open the chair with the bend of her knee, and stood up to leave.

The laughter of Qiu Huan and the other froze abruptly on their lips, they paused, and turned to look at Shang Yu, "What... why did she leave?"

The man’s smoking gesture stopped, and the expression in his eyes also darkened instantly.

Was it because he had won ’The Autobiography of the Stock God’ that she got angry?

"Shaoyan, go and smooth things over," Qiu Huan, holding back his smile, watched Li Qiao walking towards the Maserati, and couldn’t help but suggest to the cold-faced Shang Yu.

Ou Bai also added solemnly, "At the auction, you could feel how much she wanted that autobiography, and then you used the Supreme privilege to cut her off, it’s no wonder she’s upset."

Meanwhile, Li Qiao arrived at the sports car’s passenger side, pulled open the scissor door, and leaned in to take out another briefcase from the Venus Club.

She looked across the space towards the depths of the lawn, pressed her lips together to settle her emotions, and carried the briefcase back again.

Seeing this, Qiu Huan kicked the table leg with the tip of his foot, reminding Shang Yu, "Hey, she’s back, but what’s she holding in her hand?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an image quickly flashed through Qiu Huan’s mind, and he fell silent without a word.

The proxy bidder who competed for ’The Autobiography of the Stock God’ and won the cufflinks was the same person, which meant—

The rich tycoon who splurged two billion on cufflinks was her.

Qiu Huan silently gave a thumbs up, impressive!

In a moment, Li Qiao returned, threw the briefcase onto the table in front of Shang Yu, and said in a muffled voice, "It’s for you."