The Favored Heiress
Chapter 543: Our Big Brother Isn’t Dead

Chapter 543: Chapter 543: Our Big Brother Isn’t Dead

However, before Li Qiao could reply to the message, Xia Siyu’s call came through again.

"Did you see the WeChat message I sent you? Tell me you saw it!"

Li Qiao listened to her clearly excited voice and fell silent for a moment, "Yeah, I saw it."

"Ah—" Xia Siyu let out a marmot-like shriek, then immediately clutched her forehead and inhaled sharply from the pain, but she couldn’t care less about her injury, and asked ecstatically, "Is it Huizai? Tell me quick, it’s Huizai, isn’t it?"

"Yes."

Upon receiving Li Qiao’s confirmation, Xia Siyu let out another short cry, her delight obvious, "Holy shit, Big Brother is so badass, he’s actually become Duke Charlman.

So that means he really didn’t die, Qiaoqiao, our Big Brother isn’t dead, he’s alive!!"

Li Qiao felt as if a weight pressed down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She rolled down the car window and subtly changed the subject, "How are your injuries?"

At that moment, Xia Siyu was half lying on the bed, holding her head, "It’s nothing serious, just a minor car accident, I won’t die."

"Take care of yourself, I’ll come to Cloud City in a few days."

Xia Siyu nodded hastily, too excited to notice the blandness in Li Qiao’s tone, "Okay, I’ll wait for you, come quickly, I’m already looking forward to the day the Seven Sons return to the border."

Li Qiao forced a smile, said no more, and hung up before leaning her head back against the seat.

The day Xiaxia is anticipating... might never come.

Suddenly, her fingers warmed, and lifting her eyelids, she saw Shang Yu’s palm resting on the back of her hand.

Li Qiao leaned against his shoulder, her gaze lingering as she smiled, "He’s made his move."

And that, was just the first step in declaring war on them.

Once the identity of Duke Charlman is revealed, his staff and supporters are sure to grow exponentially.

The match between the Xiao Ducal Family and the Parma Shang clan was destined to become a contest between several forces.

Xiao Yehui, truly worthy of being the strategist, what a clever plan.

At this moment, Shang Yu looked down at Li Qiao, perceiving the subtle scoff underneath her calm demeanor.

The man pursed his thin lips, tilted his head, and kissed her forehead, "But there’s no need to worry too much, the person he really wants to deal with is me."

He and Xiao Yehui were archenemies, but could also be considered knowing each other well.

This time Xiao Yehui acted against Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu entirely to get Li Qiao to leave British Imperial.

Now, by taking the initiative to reveal his identity, he was essentially declaring war on him directly.

Right now, listening to the man’s reassurances, Li Qiao couldn’t help but glance back at him with a curled lip, "What’s the difference between him dealing with you and dealing with me?"

These weren’t words of affection, yet they stirred the heart more than any deliberately expressed tenderness.

Shang Yu’s deep gaze rippled slightly, not wanting Xiao Yehui to take up too much of her thoughts, he bowed his head and captured her lips, tenderly sucking before asking against her, "Tired?"

Li Qiao’s forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling on each other’s skin, she closed her eyes, her voice muffled, "A little."

"Sleep then, I’ll wake you when we’re home."

Li Qiao buried her face in his neck, her senses blurring, and another thought occurred to her.

The remaining twenty pages of "The Autobiography of the Stock God," had he asked Shang Zonghai when he would give them to her?

But too weary in body and mind, as the car smoothly drove through the streets of South Sea, Li Qiao cleared her thoughts and fell into a light sleep.

...

Meanwhile, in the International Department of Cloud City Hospital.

Xia Siyu was on a phone call with Su Moshi when Yun Lih returned to the ward after smoking. He saw her face beaming with joy.

Yun Lih calmly walked over and sat down in the sofa area, took out his phone to check it, and his downward gaze revealed a hint of worry.

He wasn’t as optimistic as Xia Siyu and the others; there were too many doubts about Huizai’s death and revival.

A few minutes later, Xia Siyu ended the call. She propped herself up with her hand from the bed and eyed Yun Lih intently, "Brother Lih, you..."

Yun Lih came back to his senses, met her gaze, and spoke, "Did you speak with Qiaoqiao on the phone?"

Xia Siyu was startled, "Yes, we briefly chatted."

"What did she say?"

Xia Siyu recounted the conversation with Li Qiao, "Not much, just told me that Duke Charlman is indeed Huizai."

Yun Lih’s lips tightened for a moment, and his brows furrowed deeply, "How did she sound?"

"Quite...calm."

Xia Siyu also finally sensed something unusual. Thinking carefully, Qiaoqiao’s response was indeed so calm that it lacked any hint of joy.

At this thought, she narrowed her eyes and shifted toward the foot of the bed, "Is there a problem?"

Yun Lih looked at her with a somber gaze filled with complexity, "It’s hard to say, but Huizai’s revival from death is probably not as simple as you all think."

Saying so, he stood up with bent knees and began pacing toward the door, leaving her with the words, "You take care of yourself. I’ve got something to do, I’m leaving first."

Xia Siyu was still pondering the meaning of his words when she suddenly heard him say he was leaving. She looked up to see only his retreating figure at the door of the ward.

She didn’t even get the chance to utter a word to make him stay.

Xia Siyu’s gaze dimmed slightly. Although reluctant, she knew now was not the time to dwell on romantic entanglements.

She only regretted being so careless to have gotten into a car accident, which prevented her from leaving the hospital for the time being.

After calming down, Xia Siyu indeed thought of a question worthy of deep consideration.

If Huizai wasn’t dead, then why didn’t he contact them?

Had he lost his memory? Or was there another reason?

Perhaps, the other people couldn’t have imagined that the same choice Li Qiao once faced would re-emerge before them.

...

That night, an exhausted Li Qiao had already gone to bed early.

In the semi-underground bar of the mansion, He Chen, dressed in a pink shirt and black trousers, casually sat at the bar chatting with Shang Yu.

He sipped on some Western liquor and glanced at Shang Yu, then playfully swirled his glass and asked, "It seems your trip to British Imperial was quite fruitful. I heard from the second brother that Li Qiao knows Duke Charlman?"

The man leaned on one leg, his sharp and handsome face towards the liquor cabinet,"Mmm, Xiao Yehui, the Big Brother of the Border Seven Sons."

"Pfft—" He Chen, who was known for his nonchalant demeanor, seldom showed such an unguarded reaction. He had not managed to swallow his sip of liquor and ended up spraying it onto the bar, "Say that again?"

Shang Yu frowned at him, disdain flashing in his deep eyes.

He Chen didn’t care, pulling out a tissue to wipe his mouth before tossing it onto the table, "Duke Charlman, the first son your own mother has been ingratiating herself with for years, is the Big Brother of the Seven? Huh?"

The man added more ice to his glass and withdrew his gaze, pursing his lips in confirmation, "Mmm, you heard right."

He Chen looked around, grabbed two ice cubes from the bucket, and stuffed them into his mouth, beginning to chew, "How the hell is Li Qiao supposed to deal with this?"