The Favored Heiress
Chapter 525: Outstanding Intelligence

Chapter 525: Chapter 525: Outstanding Intelligence

A few minutes later, Li Qiao’s test was taken upstairs by the deputy and handed to Feng Yi.

At that moment, he looked at the surveillance with great interest, but unexpectedly met Li Qiao’s gaze.

Knowing she couldn’t see him, Feng Yi still inevitably raised his eyebrows slightly.

On the screen, Li Qiao was propping up her chin and staring straight at the camera, and although her face was expressionless, Feng Yi had the strange illusion that she knew someone was watching her from behind the monitor.

He composed himself, lowered his eyes to unfold the test paper, and scanned it from top to bottom.

Just half a minute later, Feng Yi’s handsome Eurasian face changed expressions rapidly like a carousel.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and handed the test paper back to the deputy next to him, "You take a look."

The deputy was puzzled but still obediently took the test paper and began to compare it with the correct answers on his phone.

Shortly after, he raised his head with a confused look and swallowed, "President Feng, did you give her the answers in advance?"

Feng Yi didn’t speak, just gave him a ’are you dreaming’ look.

The deputy lowered his head and stammered, "If not, then her IQ... is just too high." Even higher than yours, President Feng!

He dared not utter the last sentence aloud.

He was afraid of having his bonus docked.

Feng Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the surveillance again, with even greater interest in his gaze.

As the President of the Round Table Club, he had seen countless high-IQ members over the years.

For entrance exams, it was rare for anyone to answer every question correctly. It wasn’t unprecedented, but Li Qiao’s victory was in the incredibly short time it took her, almost as if her IQ was crushing.

Shaoyan’s little girlfriend was indeed not ordinary.

At the very least, she was intellectually outstanding.

...

Twenty minutes later, Zong Yue finally finished all the questions within the allotted time.

When she stood up to turn in her test, from the corner of her eye, she saw Li Qiao sitting near the window, looking at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

Zong Yue hastily handed in her test to the staff and twisted the corner of her mouth towards the door, signaling to Li Qiao.

Soon after, the two walked out of the café one after the other, with Zong Yue forcing a smile and stepping forward, "Qiaoqiao, what brings you here?"

Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, leaned casually against the freshly painted green wall outside the door, "How did the answering go?"

Zong Yue huffed, "Don’t even mention it. I was just tired from shopping and wanted to buy a coffee. The moment I walked in, I couldn’t leave. They wouldn’t let me go until I finished the test—outright forced sale."

After speaking, her eyes rolled around, "Qiaoqiao, was answer C correct for the last question?"

Li Qiao looked down with a smile, "I chose B."

"Oh, I guessed; back when I was in school, the teacher said to choose C when in doubt."

Li Qiao: "..."

Seeing her not reply, Zong Yue felt a bit embarrassed and pursed her lips with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, what’s this test for, anyway?

I saw there were quite a few black people inside, seemed like people of every nationality were there. Surely you don’t have to take a test to buy coffee in British Imperial, right?"

With that thought, Zong Yue belatedly remembered that she had forgotten to buy her coffee.

Li Qiao pushed off the wall with her shoulder to stand upright and tilted her chin towards the road across the street, saying while speaking, "Ever heard of the Round Table Club?"

Zong Yue caught up with her pace and naturally linked arms with her. At the mention, she gasped with surprise, "Is that the... Mensa Club?"

"Mhm," Li Qiao nodded, "It should be."

Zong Yue immediately inhaled sharply, her whole being seemed a bit ecstatic, "I actually took the Mensa entrance test? Then it’s over for me, I definitely won’t get in; my IQ isn’t high enough."

But it’s not necessarily the case to be so down on yourself.

Li Qiao brought her to another coffee shop across the street.

Perhaps having just finished a uniquely devised coffee quiz section, Zong Yue entered the shop, her eyes darting everywhere in a flurry.

As if she feared someone would hand her a test paper to examine her knowledge again.

After buying coffee, just as Li Qiao was about to find a place to sit, Zong Yue turned her head to look out the window and exclaimed, "Uncle Shaoyan is here."

On the road outside, four black Bentleys were parked steadily in place.

The rear car door was just being stepped out of by a man dressed in black.

They were so close that Li Qiao caught sight of Shang Yu’s stern profile, emanating a frosty ’keep out’ seriousness.

The man stood at the street corner, his dark, deep pupils landing unwaveringly on Li Qiao through the window.

Zong Yue held her coffee cup, her gaze shuttling between the two for a few seconds before she silently took a sip of her coffee to calm her surprise.

Uncle Shaoyan’s expression didn’t look... very promising.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu locked eyes for three seconds, then she slowly pulled her lips into a smile and ambled towards the door.

Like a shadow, Zong Yue silently followed behind her.

Outside the shop, the man stood with his hands in his pockets, his tall figure casting a shadow more vivid than the colors of the entire street.

His thin lips were nearly pressed into a straight line, and as he watched Li Qiao approach at her leisurely pace, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

She came up to him, tilted her head up to meet his gaze, raised her coffee cup, and asked with an innocent expression, "Want some?"

Shang Yu looked at the cup in her hand, remaining aristocratically silent for a few seconds, before taking it from her just as she was about to retract it, "Hmm."

As he took the cup, Li Qiao clearly caught a fleeting glimpse of resignation in his eyes.

She knew he seemed displeased, but the reason behind it was still unclear to her.

Was it simply because he did not want her to come to British Imperial?

Or perhaps... was it because she hadn’t informed him beforehand?

At this moment, Shang Yu took the coffee cup with one hand and, with the other hand coming out of his pocket, led her towards the car door, "Get in."

Without asking further, Li Qiao bent down and slid into the car.

Zong Yue moved a small step forward, about to speak when she heard her Uncle Shaoyan’s calm voice, "You go in the back."

She hummed in acknowledgment twice and, holding her cup, headed to the second Bentley.

Just then, Feng Yi appeared at the entrance of the cafe across the street, his attire screaming Britain, striding down Britain’s streets almost perfectly embodying the word ’gentleman.’

"You arrived quite quickly."

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yi had reached Shang Yu’s front, his deep brown eyes glanced into the car window, "Won’t you introduce us?"

The man, supporting himself on the car door, glanced at him then bent to enter the car, leaving a remark, "We’ll talk when we get there."

With a grin, Feng Yi nonchalantly got into the third car.

...

At five in the evening, British Royal Hotel.

A group sat in a luxurious European-style living room, with Feng Yi and Shang Yu lighting cigarettes, while Li Qiao was seated on a princess sofa, leaning against the armrest, both languid and casual.

As for Zong Yue, she sat upright in a single seat sofa, as if she were at a meeting.

The man lit his cigarette, thin smoke trailing out from the corner of his mouth, his expression rendered somewhat enigmatic by the haze.

Feng Yi also let out a stream of smoke and broke the silence, "Sister-in-law, have you ever taken an entrance test for a club before?"

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze, her lips curling into a smile as she shook her head, "No."