The Favored Heiress
Chapter 493: Double Seven Festival Wedding

Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Double Seven Festival Wedding

Nan Xin obediently settled into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and turned her head towards the window to feign sleep.

Li San drove, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but his peripheral vision stayed constantly on the woman next to him.

It seemed that from this night on, they had changed from comrades-in-arms to superiors and subordinates with a gulf between their hearts.

This unclear and unspoken affection had always been there, yet no one had taken the initiative to bring it to light.

As the ambiguity faded away, their relationship grew increasingly distant.

...

Time flowed like water, and a weekend passed in the blink of an eye.

Early Monday morning, Li Qiao arrived at the research institute on time. Today was also the last day of the Medical Alliance’s inspection.

In the meeting room, Su Moshi raised his eyelids and said slowly, "At three-thirty in the afternoon, shall I arrange for those two experts in the field of psychiatry to have a chat with you?"

"Mhm," Li Qiao replied, leaning against the armrest in a posture that wasn’t particularly elegant, exuding a mix of laziness and casualness, "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

Without looking up, Su Moshi twirled his ring around his finger and said, "I’ll head back after the wedding is over."

Li Qiao’s eyes fell upon the ring, and she raised an eyebrow, "After all, it’s your first Double Seven Festival after getting married. You really don’t have to..."

"Missing half a day isn’t a big deal. I’ve spent it with her every year, early or late return makes no difference."

Su Moshi cut her off, his implication clear—attending Li Jun’s wedding was a must for him.

Li Qiao met his gaze and smiled, giving up on persuading him.

...

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Li Qiao and two experts from the inspection team had a lengthy conversation in the meeting room for over two hours.

Be it the triggers for paranoid symptoms or effective treatment methods, Li Qiao had committed them all to memory.

Furthermore, the experts also provided the DSM-IV-TR manual for international diagnostic standards, along with the World Health Organization’s ICD-10 manual, which were all about the diagnostic guidelines for mental and behavioral disorders.

Nearing the end of the workday, Li Qiao made a verbal agreement with the experts; given the opportunity, she would visit the Medical Alliance in the future for exchange learning regarding the relevant diseases.

After the conversation ended, the two experts left the meeting room first.

Li Qiao stood by the window ledge, looking at the bustling traffic outside, her expression revealing a touch of weariness.

Soon, Su Moshi entered the room and approached her, asking tentatively, "What’s with that look? Didn’t the exchange go smoothly?"

The experts who accompanied the inspection team were all foreigners. He had been confident in Li Qiao’s language skills, which is why he didn’t sit in on the meeting.

Seeing her like this, he was somewhat surprised.

Li Qiao looked down at her nails, shook her head, and said lightly, "No, they were very professional."

Leaning against the wall, Su Moshi casually turned to look outside, "Mental illnesses are inherently complex and not very manifest physically. Don’t rush it; as long as the patient doesn’t exhibit too many abnormal signs, there is still time."

"Hopefully," Li Qiao replied with a forced smile.

...

The next day, it was the traditional Double Seven Festival.

The marriage between Li Jun, the South Sea Secretary-General, and the heiress of Imperial Capital’s Zong Family, had fermented for over half a month and was no longer a secret in the South Sea.

The wedding was set in the six-star Royal Hotel in the South Sea.

Since early in the morning, major roads began traffic control.

Countless luxury cars arrived from all directions, and the number of distinguished guests invited to the wedding alone amounted to over a thousand.

This doesn’t even include leaders from various provinces and cities sent to offer their congratulations.

The relatives of the bride’s family from the Imperial Capital’s Zong Family also arrived in the South Sea the day before.

At ten o’clock sharp, in the Royal Hotel’s grand banquet hall, many elegantly dressed guests had already begun checking in at the reception desk.

The elevator doors opened, and a tall and straight figure ambled over, casually tossing a red envelope onto the sign-in desk.

The accountant pinched the thin red envelope and looked up with a smile, asking, "Are you a guest from the groom’s side or..."

Before he could finish, the person lowered their eyelids and stated a name, "Li Qiao."