The Favored Heiress
Chapter 514: Is the house in your name?

Chapter 514: Chapter 514: Is the house in your name?

Li Qiao didn’t take it, glancing at the kraft paper bag in his hand and raising an eyebrow, "If you don’t want to live in it, you can sell it."

Zong Yue lowered his head, unable to hold back a snicker.

She had said it before, Qiaoqiao definitely wouldn’t accept it.

But Li Jun had always been thinking about this matter, always wanting to return the house.

Li Jun placed the documents on the table, his face slightly stern, "Qiaoqiao, I had my secretary inquire about the price of King’s Bay Villa, starting at eighty million, and the two you gave are one hundred and fifty million and one hundred and eighty million each.

If you have money, just keep it for yourself, there’s no need to buy such expensive villas for big brother. Besides, Xiao Yue and I..."

Li Qiao sipped her iced tea, and casually asked, "Big brother, is the house in your name?"

Li Jun was taken aback, instinctively saying, "You didn’t put it in my name?"

Li Qiao looked at him unruffled, picked up the paper bag from the table, glanced at it, then placed one in front of Zong Yue, "I bought it as a gift for my sister-in-law. As for your suite, Shaoyan gave it to you. If you want to return it, go find him."

Li Jun: "..."

How bold would he be to haggle with his future brother-in-law?

This time, before Li Jun could react, Zong Yue was the one who was surprised.

She looked at the kraft paper bag in front of her, then back at Li Qiao, "Ah? It’s for me?"

She had never opened the two sets of property documents; after all, the logos on the kraft paper bags were identical. Li Jun did look at them, but he happened to see the one registered in his name.

So he thought they were all the same.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at Zong Yue’s astonished expression, confidently raising her eyebrows, "Is there a problem?"

Having said that, Zong Yue didn’t know how to respond.

Because she truly never imagined that Li Qiao would be so generous as to give her a villa.

It wasn’t doubting her financial capacity, but her doing so actually made Zong Yue want to cry.

Her little sister-in-law, she was really just cold on the outside but warm on the inside, wasn’t she?

Zong Yue’s eyes reddened, her fingers clutching the corner of the kraft paper bag, "Why did you give me such an expensive property?"

The Zong Family wasn’t short of money, but it wasn’t usual for them to give away a villa worth hundreds of millions on a whim.

"Is it very expensive?" Li Qiao indifferently shifted her gaze and took a sip of her iced tea, "Sister-in-law, keep it. After all, you’ll be part South Sea People eventually. If you and my big brother ever argue and you want to run away from home, you’ll have somewhere to go."

Li Jun: "..."

Zong Yue: "..."

This really was a true sister-in-law matching a found big brother.

Ultimately, under Li Qiao’s chilly gaze, Li Jun silently put the two sets of properties back into his briefcase.

Of course, he felt quite awkward, thinking both houses were his, until his sister taught him a lesson.

...

After the meal, Zong Yue drove Li Qiao back to the research institute. Looking over at the passenger seat, after hesitating for a while, she still spoke up, "Qiaoqiao, thank you."

Li Qiao unbuckled her seat belt, opened the car door and stepped out one foot, then turned back, "Sister-in-law, there’s no need for so much formality among family."

Zong Yue swallowed, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel, "Can I come to see you more often when you’re not busy?"

She had no friends in South Sea, and she genuinely liked her little sister-in-law.

Li Qiao smiled and nodded, "Of course, you can."

Zong Yue’s eyes crinkled into smiles, like a pair of crescents embedded in her face, "Mm, then you go on with your work, I’ll go home and check on our mom."

...

That evening, at nine thirty, Li Qiao finally left the research institute, utterly exhausted.

The sudden relaxation after high-efficiency and intensive work brought on a flood of tiredness.

She rubbed her temples and trudged toward the building’s exit.

Perhaps it was due to overusing her brain, but she vaguely felt a headache coming on.

Outside, the streetlights cast a heavy, dim yellow haze.

Li Qiao, supporting her head with one hand, walked to the roadside, her whole body emanating fatigue. Taking step after step with her head down, she probably wasn’t paying attention and kicked a raised brick, nearly tripping over it.

Li Qiao steadied herself and looked back at the brick on the road distantly, as if she were competing with it.

If it weren’t for the stable footsteps ahead that drew her gaze, the brick might have thought it wouldn’t survive the night.

Li Qiao, with drooping eyelids, turned her head and saw a person walking towards the desolate square in front of the door in the night.

Without a word, she moved forward listlessly and walked straight into the other’s arms.

The man’s tall and erect figure wrapped around her and he looked down, asking, "Is your foot okay?"

Li Qiao shook her head, seemingly lacking even the energy to speak.

He bent down to pick her up and walked unhurriedly towards the car, his gaze still sweeping over the raised ground, the brick terrified in that moment.

In the car, Shang Yu placed Li Qiao on his lap and rubbed her neck with his warm palm, asking, "Very tired?"

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, her voice raspy, "Mhm, did over thirty lab reports."

Normally, the number of reports she had done in one day was equivalent to two days’ worth of work for two researchers.

But except for Lian Zhen, no one knew why Li Qiao had suddenly become so hard-working.

Moreover, the genetic mutation team, after an evaluation, had increased its members from eight to twelve.

With more people, the research modules were divided even more meticulously, and she should have been more relaxed than before.

So everyone speculated, could it be because Li Qiao was promoted to an Intermediate Researcher that she was working so hard? To set an example?

But that wasn’t it.

She was merely trying to finish her work as quickly as possible, so she could go to the Medical Alliance headquarters without any worries.

At that moment, Shang Yu looked at her tired brows and eyes, his eyebrows knitted in concern, and drew her closer into his embrace, "Don’t go tomorrow, stay at home and rest."

Leaning on the man’s shoulder, Li Qiao responded softly, "No need."

Shang Yu’s lips pressed together in a silent sigh, adjusting his position to make her feel more comfortable.

As the car left the research institute square, in the quiet cabin, the man’s deep voice suddenly sounded, "I have to leave South Sea for a few days tomorrow."

Li Qiao, dozing in his arms, forced her eyes open and looked up at him, "How many days?"

"About three to four days." The man bent down to meet her gaze and swallowed, stealing a kiss on her forehead.

Li Qiao uttered an ’oh’ before asking, "Where are you going on a business trip?"

Shang Yu remained silent for a few seconds before choosing to tell her the truth, "British Imperial."

Perhaps because her mind wasn’t clear, when she heard ’British Imperial,’ Li Qiao’s first thought was of Charles.

Then, her wandering thoughts connected to the Female Stock God, followed by Shang Zonghai.

She blinked and without any preamble threw out a question, "Didn’t uncle say he was going to give me twenty more pages of translation documents?"

Their engagement party was long over, and with everything she’d been busy with, she’d almost forgotten about it.