The Favored Heiress
Chapter 497: Which Xiao Yehui?

Chapter 497: Chapter 497: Which Xiao Yehui?

Before Su Moshi left, he told Li Qiao, "I’ll be waiting for you at the Medical Alliance."

She watched Su Lao Si walk into the elevator. As the automatic doors slowly closed, they looked at each other and smiled.

There were no words of caution, no sentiments of reluctance to part, because the countdown to their next reunion had already begun.

Li Qiao stood still, watching the reflection in the elevator doors, her eyes lowered as a faint smile spread across her lips.

The Medical Alliance, she would go there.

From a distance, He Chen and Shang Yu came over shoulder to shoulder, their eyes immediately catching sight of Li Qiao’s distinct white figure.

With a lazy stride and a roguish twinkle in his eye, He Chen teased, "Sister-in-law, stop looking; your man is right here."

Li Qiao arched an eyebrow, glanced at him, too lazy to respond, then turned her gaze to Shang Yu. "You’re leaving now?"

"Yeah." The man moved forward, his eyes deep with meaning. "Are you going back to the Li family later?"

Li Qiao didn’t notice the look in his eyes; she casually nodded with her hands in her pockets. "We might need to discuss the trip to Imperial Capital this weekend."

Shang Yu looked at her intently, pursed his lips slightly, and told her to rest well when she got back, then left side by side with He Chen.

Li Qiao had intended to accompany them to the parking lot, but at the entrance to the banquet hall, her second uncle Li Guangmao happened to come out and call for her.

As she watched the man walk into the elevator, she belatedly realized that today was... Double Seven Valentine’s Day.

He hadn’t mentioned it, nor had she remembered.

...

At three-thirty in the afternoon, at the Li family villa.

Following the grand and luxurious wedding, came the exhausted and numb aftermath of the busy day.

At this moment, the whole family was sitting in the living room. The accountant took a handbag, pulled out several account books from it, and said to Li Guangming with customary politeness, "Patriarch Li, these are the summaries of the gift money received today, recorded separately under each person’s name."

As he spoke, he handed out the account books to everyone. The thickest one belonged to Li Jun, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Li.

As for Li Qiao’s record, it was only a thin three pages.

But...

The accountant glanced at his master ledger. While they were leafing through their records, he cleared his throat and read out everyone’s totals.

The gift money for Mr. and Mrs. Li and for Li Jun and his wife each surpassed ten million, Li Er and Li San both had over five million – and this didn’t include the King’s Bay Villa that Li Qiao had given to Zong Yue.

Having read this, the accountant involuntarily looked at Li Qiao, touched his nose, and with a shaky voice said, "The total sum of cash and checks for Miss Li is... 240 million and one yuan, plus there’s a villa, a luxury business car, three sports cars, and several pieces of jade carvings..."

Li Qiao, who was flipping through the ledger: "..."

Especially when she saw He Chen’s one yuan, she couldn’t help but shake her head with a suppressed laugh.

The others: "??"

Li Guangming looked puzzled at the accountant. "Old Lee, are you sure you haven’t made a mistake?"

Accountant Old Lee chuckled awkwardly, "Of course not, I’ve been doing wedding accounting for so many years. The gift money for Miss Li from your family is truly... unprecedented."

It’s just a wedding – is there really a need to give a gift of a billion yuan?

He remembered clearly, there were two people who each gave a billion, one named Yun Lih, the other named Bo Tingsu.

And others like Xia Siyu and Shen Qingye also had someone deliver several million in cash.

Giving money like it’s just worthless paper, unbelievable.

Li Qiao naturally saw the ledger as well, her gaze resting on Bo Tingsu’s name, as she discreetly furrowed her brows.

When did the Second Young Master Bo arrive?

At the moment, Mr. and Mrs. Li were looking at Li Qiao with a somewhat overwhelmed expression.

The wedding gifts had brought in several hundred million, their precious daughter truly made people... look at her in a new light.

Then, Li Qiao casually tossed the ledger onto the table, tugged at her lips, bent her knees, and stood up, "I’m going upstairs to change clothes."

The accountant watched her with immense respect, while Duan Shuyuan hurriedly called out softly, "Qiaoqiao, let Mom save this money for you."

Li Qiao walked past the coffee table towards the stairs, waving her hand dismissively, "No need, it all belongs to my eldest brother."

Although these people had given wedding gifts out of respect for her, the wedding was her eldest brother and Zong Yue’s, and she had no intention of keeping any of it.

Li San took a drag from his cigarette and spoke in a low voice, "Accounting is just for repaying these favors later, our wedding gifts, they all belong to the eldest brother."

Duan Shuyuan and Li Guangming exchanged glances, neither said anything, but their eyes revealed a trace of relief.

According to certain unwritten customs, the wedding gifts collected at the banquet belong to the recipient.

But in the Li family, these children were unworldly and not materialistic in front of money, always able to evoke a strong sense of kinship.

Even the accountant felt a bit of surprise.

If others didn’t take it, so be it, but Li Qiao’s over two billion in wedding gifts, just to say no and not want it?

Is this the confidence of the South Sea’s wealthiest daughter?

As he thought this, Li Jun, still flipping through the ledger, pointed at a name with a puzzled face and turned to Zong Yue, "This person, did you invite him?"

Zong Yue still had her bridal makeup on, glanced at the name with her hand, and murmured, "Xiao Yehui? Not me, I don’t know him."

At the staircase entrance, Li Qiao had already stepped onto the stairs, but when the name Xiao Yehui floated over, her step suddenly halted in place.

With one leg still on the previous step, she lifted her eyelids to look forward, driven by some emotion, she turned her head back, her voice was a bit hoarse, "Which Xiao Yehui?"

Li Jun looked up and answered matter-of-factly, "Just one character difference from Xiao Yeyan, the glorious Huizai."

Xiao Yehui... Huizai.

Li Qiao felt like a string in her mind had snapped.

Although she didn’t lose her composure, her breathing became noticeably heavier.

Li Guangming, puzzled, looked towards Li Jun, a hint of uncertainty in his brows, "Could it be Xiao Yeyan?"

As he spoke, he looked at the accountant, "Old Lee, you didn’t write the wrong name, did you?"

Old Lee, having his ability questioned repeatedly, couldn’t help but show a helpless twist of the mouth, "Patriarch Li, I dare not say anything else, but I have been in this profession for decades, how could I possibly get the accounting wrong and write the wrong name."

Li Jun then looked at Li Guangming, shaking his head, "It’s definitely not Xiao Yeyan. After the incident I encountered a while ago, the South Sea Secretariat, citing investigation reasons, suspended him.

Later, I heard from the secretary that he seemed to have fallen ill and has not been in the South Sea for some time now; they say he’s gone abroad for treatment."

Li Guangming breathed a sigh of relief, "Then it’s probably a relative of another guest."

Li Jun frowned slightly and flipped through the ledger again.

Except for this Xiao Yehui, he recognized or remembered everyone else, as the guest list at the time was personally selected by him before handing it over to Duan Shuyuan.

"Eldest brother, let me see the guest list," said Li Qiao, who had returned without anyone noticing. She reached out towards Li Jun, her eyes and brows cast down, her expression was unclear.