The Favored Heiress
Chapter 451: Why is She So Arrogant?

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: Why is She So Arrogant?

Li Qiao hadn’t failed to investigate Tu Anliang and Jiugong’s background, but Shang Yu said that the hackers had once helped erase Jiugong’s past traces, so she didn’t pursue it to the end.

The rift between father and son, after all, probably wasn’t formed overnight.

The conflict that occurred between her and Tu Anliang was actually entirely because of Jiugong.

At that moment, Tu Anliang’s fury and undisguised hatred all but confirmed that there would never be a day when they could bury the hatchet.

Li Qiao’s cool gaze fell upon his face, watching those eyes full of overwhelming hate turn bloodshot red, she tugged at her lips, "Even if he doesn’t qualify, you have no right to curse at him either."

Tu Anliang’s chest heaved violently as his fists clenched tightly at his sides, "What kind of witch’s brew did that old bastard feed you?

You respect him so much? But do you know the despicable things he’s done? Huh?

The Uncle Zhong the Ninth who is respected by all South Sea People, do you know how for the sake of familial interests he sold out his own son..."

Before he could finish, Tu Anliang’s breath hitched, and he abruptly closed his eyes, "Li Qiao, I know you have Shang Shaoyan behind you, but right now I have nothing, so even if it means dying, I’ll drag you down with me."

"Jiugong is dead set on keeping you alive, yet you’re so eager to die?"

Li Qiao looked at Tu Anliang emotionlessly, reluctant to make a move since she had promised Jiugong she wouldn’t go back on her word.

"Don’t bring that old coot up to me again!" Tu Anliang gasped for breath, rage reaching a breaking point as he abruptly kicked the balustrade.

Faced with this messy situation, Li Qiao glanced around and, with a sigh, began to ascend the stairs languidly.

Tu Anliang and his men: "??"

Li Qiao moved unhurriedly up the stairs, tilting her head slightly to look at him, "Don’t you want to come up for a chat?"

A group of subordinates exchanged glances, all eventually turning to Tu Anliang, at a loss.

Why was she so arrogant?

Tu Anliang also didn’t understand Li Qiao’s actions. Panting heavily, he raised a hand and slapped one of his men on the back of the head, "Stop fucking staring and clean up the scene quickly."

In a flash, he followed suit.

...

Upstairs, in the VIP box.

Li Qiao sat on the sofa, legs crossed, glancing at the belated Tu Anliang and gesturing towards the sofa with her chin, "Sit."

Tu Anliang stood at the door without moving, his laugh cold and scornful, "Have you fucking lost all sense of reality because you have Shang Shaoyan backing you up?"

"What grudge do you have against Jiugong?" Li Qiao casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table, twisted it open, and took a sip.

Tu Anliang narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, placed one foot on the coffee table, and leaned in menacingly, "What, you want to hear a story? Why the hell should I tell you?"

"Tu Anliang, don’t waste time. You tell me what I want to know, and I might consider helping you.

You’ve fought against me. Don’t pretend it’s just you; even if all of your Sleepless City goons gang up, they can’t stop me."

"What do you mean?" Tu Anliang’s expression froze. After a long silence, he asked in return, "You... want to help me?"

Li Qiao clutched the water bottle, eyeing him, "Helping you is only out of respect for Jiugong. You’ve lost control of South City, and if you really don’t care about your life either, then pretend I never said anything."

"How can you help me? Can you take back South City for me?"

Li Qiao’s lips curved, and once more she gestured towards the sofa, "If you want to talk, sit down. As for how I’ll help, that’s my business."

...

Twenty minutes later, news of a Mercedes losing control and crashing into the Sleepless City nightclub topped the social news page.

Meanwhile, at the Royal Hotel, Liuyun, accompanying a dinner gathering, also received the message sent by the hacker, and the license plate of the Mercedes-Benz in the photo was too conspicuous.

At nine o’clock at night, a convoy arrived at South City’s Sleepless City. Due to the chaotic state of the accident scene, the surrounding area had already been cordoned off.

As the cars came to a halt, Shang Yu stepped out with a long stride from the back door, his handsome face dark as water, and several men from the other vehicles followed suit.

Included were Qiu Huan and He Chen, as well as Gu Jin from North City and Qiao Ziyang from East City.

Liuyun, leading the Bodyguard Team, walked quickly into the Sleepless City’s lobby, where the Mercedes-Benz was still parked in the middle. Although most of the debris had been cleared away, no one dared to touch that car.

Because its owner was still upstairs.

The subordinates, still bustling in the lobby, immediately became disordered upon seeing Shang Yu and others arriving.

Especially the man standing right in front of the crowd, his singularly powerful presence choked the air, suffocating.

Some people tried to sneak up and tip off others, but were kicked down by Wang Yue.

At this moment, Liuyun opened the slightly ajar driver’s door of the Mercedes-Benz and peered inside, his eyebrows twitching, "Boss, Miss Li is not here, but her phone is in the car."

Possibly due to the strong impact, Li Qiao’s phone was lying on the floor of the passenger side.

No wonder no one had been answering her phone.

They weren’t worried about Miss Li and Tu Anliang getting into a fight, rather it was the accident that was concerning.

Shang Yu’s eyebrows knitted tightly in an instant, his dark eyes filled with cold and gloomy chill.

Liuyun picked up Li Qiao’s phone from inside the car, and Qiu Huan also came to Shang Yu’s side in a timely manner, "Shaoyan, shall we go up and check?"

Tu Anliang, having been marginalized at the conference, they had guessed he wouldn’t let it go, but they didn’t expect him to act so quickly against Li Qiao.

Qiu Huan was more than just angry. If something really happened to Li Qiao in Tu Anliang’s hands, then he... would be to blame.

As they were about to walk upstairs, two figures suddenly appeared at the staircase entrance.

Shang Yu stood at the foot of the stairs with one hand in his pocket, his face cold as he looked at Tu Anliang, and even without uttering a word, his severe and sharp gaze was enough to send chills down the other man’s spine.

Tu Anliang pursed his lips, his eyes complex as he looked at Li Qiao beside him, "You had better... not lie to me."

"Mhm."

Li Qiao responded to him with a very calm voice, and before descending the stairs, she looked at Tu Anliang’s bloodshot eyes and ultimately said nothing.

Shang Yu watched her come down the steps, his handsome face tense to the point of absurdity, as he pulled her by the elbow into his embrace, his downcast gaze perfectly falling on her forehead.

"Is he hurt?" The man’s thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he casually signaled Liuyun with a look, the meaning clear.

Liuyun understood the signal and was ready to take action.

Yet Li Qiao tugged at Shang Yu’s elbow and said to Liuyun in a faint voice, "No, let’s go back."

Liuyun and the bodyguards behind him instinctively halted in place.

This made Tu Anliang on the staircase look towards Li Qiao again with an indescribable expression.

She actually had such authority in front of Shang Shaoyan?

At this time, Shang Yu’s eyes narrowed, and his thin lips nearly pressed into a straight line.

His deep, bottomless eyes were locked tightly on Li Qiao’s figure. After several seconds, he slowly opened his eyelids and looked at Tu Anliang, whose expression was hard to read, his voice low but filled with a warning, "This is the last time."

Tu Anliang naturally understood what he meant.

Actually, without him saying it, this was indeed the last time.