The Favored Heiress
Chapter 328: Good, Change It

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Good, Change It

Hearing the sound, Shen Qingye chuckled scornfully, "Is that foreigner trying to hit on you? The entire family of the Female Stock God died untimely deaths, how could you possibly be like her?"

The words ’died untimely deaths’ sounded a bit chilling.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and asked casually, "Is the Female Stock God from Parma’s side?"

Shen Qingye looked at her suspiciously, "How did you know?"

"I guessed," Li Qiao responded indifferently. Shen Qingye narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "If you’re so capable, take another guess, how did she die?"

Li Qiao: "..."

Seeing her giving him a cold look, Shen Qingye smiled triumphantly and said, "Can’t say, can you? Actually, my dad didn’t tell me much about the Female Stock God.

He only mentioned that the Female Stock God was unmatched in her heyday internationally, and even more so in the stock market.

As long as you followed her lead in stocks, you were guaranteed a profit, and it’s said many people made a fortune from it, so she was given the title of Female Stock God."

"Then how did she meet with an untimely death?" Li Qiao looked distantly toward the lawn ahead, her eyes filled with subtle emotions.

Shen Qingye lit a cigarette and took a drag, his other hand unconsciously drawing circles on his chest, "It’s said that her family was overthrown, and everyone in the clan was killed. But the details of their deaths are unclear.

Anyway, it’s said the scene was extremely brutal, men and women, old and young, not a single one survived.

And after the incident, there was no more news from Parma’s family."

Listening to Shen Qingye’s explanation, Li Qiao couldn’t help but think of Shang Zonghai.

The story from twenty years ago, and the other family was also from Parma, so Shang Zonghai must know something.

Shen Qingye had smoked half a cigarette before he realized that his left hand was again making the motion of winding circles on his chest. He inwardly spit, hurriedly put down his hand, and said to Li Qiao, "That’s about all my dad told me.

The rest of the details, I’ve already asked people from the Sixth Bureau to look up the records.

But don’t be too anxious; after all, it’s been a while, and it will take time to look into it."

...

Meanwhile, at Yan Emperor International Private Hospital.

Just past noon, Li Cheng, with his head wrapped in gauze and wearing a hospital gown, was taking a walk in the garden downstairs.

Nan Xin, dressed in eye-catching tight sportswear, was leisurely accompanying him.

The private hospital’s garden scenery was pleasant, but Li San was walking forward with a sullen face, expressionless.

Occasionally, patients passing by would lower their heads and give way as soon as they saw his intimidating demeanor.

Although he had gauze on his head, his aura was not the least bit subdued.

They probably thought he had been beaten by enemies.

Nan Xin held a thermos cup in one hand and typed quickly on her mobile phone with the other.

She wanted to ask Li Qiao, just when she would be back.

If this darling didn’t return soon, she felt like Li San was on the verge of going on a rampage.

Lately, his mood had been increasingly erratic. He complained about water being too hot, food too bland, and he was unpredictable like a powder keg, prone to losing his temper anytime, anywhere.

At that moment, with a stiff countenance, Li San strode along, but the corner of his eye glancing obliquely at the screen of Nan Xin’s phone.

Just as the two rounded a corner of the back garden, Nan Xin, not being careful, collided with the low railing of a flowerbed.

She cried out in shock, about to tumble into the bed of garden weeds.

Since both her hands were occupied, Nan Xin couldn’t stabilize herself, and as that lovely figure was about to fall into the weeds, Li Cheng swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled hard, bringing her soft warmth into his embrace.

She smelled really good!

Nan Xin clutched the thermos cup and phone tightly as she crashed into Li Cheng’s chest, her nose also bumping against it.

He felt really hard!

"Um..."

Nan Xin bumped her nose and let out a muffled groan, eyes welling up with tears.

Her phone screen was still on the chat page; due to the shock, she had coincidentally pressed and held down the voice message button.

Then, Li Qiao, who was in Parma, sitting on the living room sofa, played this fifty-nine-second voice message and heard a conversation that was highly suggestive.

Nan Xin grumbled with a groan, "Why are you so hard?"

Her third brother, Li Cheng, said, "Nonsense, is a man still a man if he’s not hard?"

His tone was a bit aggressive, even carrying a hint of gunpowder.

Nan Xin was silent for a few seconds before saying, "That’s not what I meant."

"What do you mean? I don’t understand, explain it," Li San’s tone was somewhat aggressive.

After a rustling noise, Nan Xin hesitantly said, "You, you let go of me first."

"Abandoning me after crossing the river?" Li San chuckled coldly, but his arms once again tightened around Nan Xin, "You would’ve fallen flat without me, can’t you even say thank you?"

Anyway, the two of them went on muttering for a while, and the last sentence was, "Big brother, go easy, my waist is about to break."

After listening to the voice message, Li Qiao stroked her chin, her eyes brimming with intense curiosity.

Li San and Nan Xin?

It sounded like their relationship was a bit abnormal.

Spending these past few days together in the sickroom, could something unknown to others have happened?

With this thought, Li Qiao shook her head and smiled to herself; it seemed like she was about to have a sister-in-law.

Then, a light cough came from the entrance of the living room.

Li Qiao frowned and looked back, only to see Shen Qingye, Shang Yu, and people like Luhui and Liuyun standing there, watching her.

The cough had come from Shen Qingye.

He pursed his lips, looking at Li Qiao with a seriously teasing expression, "So, you were... listening to a live broadcast?"

Li Qiao: "..."

Liuyun and Luhui lowered their heads, holding back laughter.

Li Qiao casually turned off the screen, her doe eyes locking with the amused, cold gaze of Shang Yu. She tossed aside her phone and rubbed her forehead, clearly annoyed.

...

Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao went back to her room to change clothes.

Tomorrow was Shang’s Clan Assembly, and tonight Shang Zonghai hosted a family banquet at the old house, inviting them to join.

Li Qiao changed into an appropriate champagne-colored dress, a one-shoulder romper that reached just past her knees. It wasn’t too bright, nor too casual; it was just right.

She adjusted her skirt and walked out of her room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shang Yu leaning against the wall by the door, dressed in a freshly ironed black shirt, his long legs bent at the side, his deep eyes squarely on Li Qiao’s shoulder.

"What’s up?" Li Qiao pulled at her skirt, and with her movement, the shape of her collarbone became even more attractive and noticeable.

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes and tapped her fair shoulder, "Change it."

Li Qiao shrugged her shoulders and raised an eyebrow, "Not good-looking?"

"Yeah," the man said as he pulled her wrist, turning around to go back into the room, "Didn’t you bring a suit?"

Li Qiao looked outside the window; Parma’s climate was humid and hot, even in the evening with temperatures around twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees, and he wanted her to wear a suit?

Both of them returned to the room, and Li Qiao stopped in her tracks, tugging back slightly, "It would be hot to wear a suit."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shang Yu’s dry palm landed on her shoulder, gripped tight, and pulled her into his embrace; he leaned down next to her ear and coaxed, "The old house has air conditioning, be good, change it."