The Favored Heiress
Chapter 516: The Past Three Years Ago

Chapter 516: Chapter 516: The Past Three Years Ago

Three hours had passed, and at one in the afternoon, Li Qiao’s inbox received a message replied in Burmese.

The content was simple, consisting of only a few short phrases.

The bodyguard’s name was Ken, an active bodyguard from the British Imperial Security Consulting Company.

When Li Qiao saw this email, it was already half past nine at night.

She lay in the master bedroom of the Mansion, looking at the message, her cool brows and eyes flashing a hint of amusement.

It was the British Imperial again.

Li Qiao really didn’t have a good impression of this country.

And it seemed that the Duke Charlman Family was also in the British Imperial.

In a flash of lightning, Li Qiao suddenly thought of this family.

When Shang Yu talked to her in the car last night, she couldn’t concentrate, having overlooked this factor.

Would he meet... Madam Xiao if he went to the British Imperial?

Li Qiao abruptly sat up in bed, bending her left leg, gazing thoughtfully at the opposite wall.

In less than half a minute, she dialed Li San’s number, "Are you in the British Imperial?"

On the other end of the phone, the sound of the wind whistled past.

Li San moved a few steps to the side, his voice deep and rich, "Heading back to the border, any issues?"

"Did you see him?" Li Qiao asked softly, quickly thinking through the countermeasures in her mind.

He Chen had said, once Shang Yu met Madam Xiao, his condition would undoubtedly flare up.

So this time, was he there to meet Charles or...

Li San fell silent for a few seconds, his voice betraying no emotion, "Are you asking me for your boyfriend’s whereabouts?"

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, threw off the blanket, slipped on her slippers, and walked towards the door.

Without a word, she just held the phone, continuing the silence, then Li San caved, "Saw him, but he seemed very busy. I bumped into him at the hotel, then saw a foreigner take him away."

That must have been Charles.

Li Qiao exited the master bedroom, walking leisurely toward the half-basement bar, "Is the matter with Ou Bai resolved?"

"Sort of, I broke one of his legs."

Li San licked his molar, considering Shang Shaoyan’s face, he might have completely dislocated Ou Bai’s leg.

But breaking it was punishment enough.

At least for the next three months, he would have to sit in a wheelchair to heal, even having to pause filming, and the loss would be more than just his salary.

Li Qiao responded indifferently, "Hmm, got it."

After hanging up the phone, she walked over to the bar in the lounge, casually pouring herself a glass of brandy, then took out some ice from the freezer, dropped it in the glass, swirled the liquid and took a big gulp.

It looked like she needed to make a trip to the Medical Alliance headquarters soon.

...

Days passed by, and in the blink of an eye, five days later, Shang Yu had not returned.

Though they contacted each other every day and would video call when free.

She could feel that he was indeed very busy, but what exactly he was busy with, he always kept a secret.

Today was Sunday.

At nine in the morning, the clouds hung heavy in the sky, oppressively stifling.

Li Qiao woke up early in the mansion, her entire person radiating an aura of ’do not approach’ low air pressure.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she came to the living room with an expressionless face, only to catch sight of the figure seated in front of the floor-to-ceiling window upon lifting her gaze.

Li Qiao paused in her steps, and the other party also heard the sound, moving the handle of the wheelchair to turn around, "Miss Li."

"Why are you here?" she asked Zuo Tang without any extra pleasantries, her tone very faint.

Zuo Tang smiled gently, gliding closer in her wheelchair, and that’s when Li Qiao noticed the palm-sized small box on her leg, "Miss Li, I’ve come to bring you medication."

Li Qiao sat on the sofa, resting her forehead on her hand against the armrest, "What medication?"

Zuo Tang circled the coffee table, picked up the small box from her leg, and extended it to her, "The chief of Secret Hall mentioned that you occasionally suffer from headaches. This is a nerve-soothing medication developed by the pharmacy, containing herbal ingredients. You can take one when you have a headache."

She had only had a couple of instances of headache symptoms, yet that man had specially instructed the pharmacy to make medicine?

Li Qiao took it in hand and thanked her.

She didn’t open it to look, nor did she ask why she was the one delivering the medication. Instead, her gaze landed, subtly and without a sound, on Zuo Tang’s missing left leg.

Zuo Tang was very observant and extremely meticulous in thought; even though Li Qiao’s scrutiny was covert, she still sensed something.

Therefore, she smiled with pursed lips, "Is there anything else, Miss Li?"

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids, meeting her eyes brimming with a gentle smile. After being silent for a few seconds, she slowly asked, "How did you get injured three years ago?"

This question wasn’t abrupt; it seemed more like a curiosity that anyone might have.

But as Shang Yu’s right-hand, Zuo Tang naturally knew that Li Qiao’s inquiry was nothing to do with mere curiosity.

Her fingers gently touched the spot of her amputated leg, she looked down and said with a faint smile, "Miss Li, are you actually wanting to know who attacked me?"

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows; indeed, she was clever to grasp the real intention behind her question.

She caressed the medicine box in her hand, eyeing Zuo Tang’s delicate face, "Can you tell me?"

Zuo Tang tilted her head, thinking, but after a short moment, she nodded, "I can tell you, Miss Li, but before I answer, may I ask a question first?"

Li Qiao made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, Zuo Tang looked at her unblinkingly, her voice soft and light, "If I tell you the truth, what do you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

Zuo Tang shook her head without a second thought, "I do not know. If you want to understand the chief’s past, it is not appropriate for me to be the one speaking.

But if Miss Li is simply curious about why I lost my leg, I can certainly tell you a story.

However... whatever reason it may be, I hope Miss Li will not act impulsively. Since it is a story, you might as well consider it a way to relieve your boredom."

Li Qiao half-closed her eyes, the smile deepening on her lips, "Well then, entertain me with your story."

She had to admit, Zuo Tang genuinely had a clever mind.

She was expressing that she did not wish to get involved in her and Shang Yu’s relationship, while at the same time, she did not want to hide anything either. So she used telling her own story as a means to stay within her duties without overstepping boundaries.

At the moment, Zuo Tang and Li Qiao exchanged smiles, and then Zuo Tang quietly recounted the past.

Three years ago, the siblings from the Zuo family accompanied Shang Yu to Dian City, and they encountered an assassination en route.

Although the assailants were numerous, the guards from Secret Hall were not to be underestimated.

The battle was heated, and multiple vehicles were stuck on the highway in Dian City amidst the pouring rain, with thick fog and white smoke gradually rising all around.

Just as the fight became more intense, a black jeep suddenly emerged from the Myanmar-Dian highway.

Because the scene was extremely chaotic, the sound of the jeep was drowned out by the rain, gaining the element of surprise.

The moment it appeared, it drove straight towards Shang Yu.

Gunshots sounded in tandem; Zuo Xuan was shot, and Zuo Tang, amidst the fighting, rushed over with a disregard for her own safety and pushed Shang Yu out of the way.