The Favored Heiress
Chapter 545: Parma Mu Family

Chapter 545: Chapter 545: Parma Mu Family

Yun Lih shook his head with a wry smile, "I’m guessing. If she were willing to share everything, she wouldn’t be so tired."

Li Qiao, she cares too much about personal feelings and loyalty.

She would rather be uncomfortable herself than bring negative emotions to those around her.

But it was precisely her that made Yun Lih feel helpless and heartbroken.

He truly wished she could learn to rely on others, even if it wasn’t him, anyone would be fine.

At that moment, Shang Yu, with his fingers propped against his forehead, looked at Yun Lih with an inscrutable expression, "Don’t ask too much, let her do whatever she wants."

"Hmm, there’s nothing much happening with the Mercenary Group recently, I’m planning to stay in the South Sea a little longer, you don’t mind, right?" Yun Lih added, bringing a cigarette to his lips, and through the faint mist, he looked across and asked.

The man slowly lowered his eyelashes, "As you wish."

...

By lunchtime, after eating, Li Qiao returned to the living room to find Yun Lih had already left the Mansion.

Shang Yu was dressing her wound with the special medicine she brought earlier, and although there were no signs of infection, his brows were still deeply furrowed.

Li Qiao, on the other hand, was looking down at the dark green brocade box in her hands, her eyes flitting distractedly.

After a while, the man tied a butterfly knot in her palm. Li Qiao glared at him, then opened the hidden clasp of the brocade box, and the familiar scent of ink rushed to meet her.

She caressed the Xuan paper with white background and black characters, tilting her head to meet the man’s gaze, "Did uncle just have it delivered today?"

"A week ago."

Hearing this, Li Qiao’s mouth turned down slightly in surprise.

No wonder there had been no movement; she thought Shang Zonghai had reneged.

Li Qiao collected her thoughts and began to read the Xuan papers, one by one.

Indeed, as she had suspected, the translation content this time was no longer about stock market analysis and forecasts.

It was more like someone’s autobiography.

The twenty pages of content, Li Qiao still read quickly.

But her silence afterwards was longer than any other time before.

These pages recorded a... love story that was not exactly beautiful, but was certainly breathtaking.

Jing Yilan’s lover, named Mu Aofan, was Parma’s number one noble from the Mu Family, the eldest son, and also the primary heir.

The story of her and Mu Aofan evolved from initial confrontation to mutual admiration. To sum it up in four words, it was a love-hate relationship.

Throughout the account, it was Jing Yilan narrating her emotional journey as she fell in love with Mu Aofan.

Mu Aofan.

Li Qiao passed the Xuan paper in her hand to Shang Yu, "The Parma Mu Family, do you know of it?"

The man unfolded the Xuan paper, scanned it from top to bottom, and replied in a deep voice, "I heard of it a long time ago."

"And now..." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows.

Shang Yu put the Xuan paper back into the brocade box, his profound gaze settling on Li Qiao, "It should still exist."

In its early years, the Mu Family was almost peerless in Parma.

As Parma’s number one noble, their power and status were at the very top.

It was said that the Mu Family controlled over half of Parma’s rare mineral resources, possessed wealth rivaling nations, incalculable in its vastness.

Later, they were exterminated overnight, the Mu Family changed hands, and within a few years, they vanished from Parma.

However, the original residents of Parma all knew that the Mu Family still existed; it was just that the current person in charge chose to keep a low profile, hidden from the world, their wealth a secret.

As for the reason the Mu Family was annihilated, almost every head of the top families still in existence in Parma remains tight-lipped.

Hearing this, Li Qiao let out a soft sigh, "That is to say, the current Mu Family isn’t the same as the Mu Family from before."

The man leaned against the sofa, glancing at her contemplative look with a thoughtful expression, raising his hand to stroke her cheek, "Suspecting a connection with the Mu Family?"

Li Qiao grabbed his fingers and squeezed them in her palm, her lips curving mischievously, "Not at all, what I really want to know is the motive behind uncle’s actions."

Shang Yu raised his eyebrows, grabbing her wrist with his other hand and pulling her close to him, "And then?"

"There’s not much after that." Li Qiao leaned on the man’s shoulder, lazily resting against him.

Her left fingertips rubbed the butterfly knot on the gauze, her expression calm, "The possibilities I can think of are that I’m somehow connected to the Female Stock God, or... that we have some kind of blood relation."

At this, Shang Yu’s gaze darkened, "If there is a blood relationship, what do you plan to do?"

Privately, he absolutely didn’t want Li Qiao to take on responsibilities that shouldn’t belong to her.

A family that could be annihilated must have either shone too brightly, attracting a swarm of enemies, or had an unstable foundation, unable to withstand external threats.

Neither outcome should have anything to do with his Qiaoqiao.

Li Qiao, sensing the sudden change in the man’s aura, rubbed her head against his shoulder, "That would depend on how deep the blood relationship is.

I once asked my third brother if I was a child of the Li Family; he said the whole family was there when I was born."

As she spoke, she glanced at Shang Yu whose face was a picture of silent contemplation, pressing her lips together before continuing: "I’ve lived with the Li Family since I have had memories.

Father, mother, elder brothers – they’re all my family. Even if I’m truly not a child of the Li Family, what could it change?"

Li Qiao was absolutely rational.

And it was precisely because of her unusual rationality that she sometimes seemed cold-hearted.

She had long sensed her myriad connections to the Female Stock God, and she believed Shang Yu had too.

Especially when the last translation file had Shang Zonghai directly writing down the stock account of the Female Stock God.

This feeling, akin to a legacy, further confirmed her suspicions.

Whether it’s the Mu Family or the Jing Family, even if there truly were deep-seated hatreds, it didn’t mean she had to shoulder it all without knowing the truth.

She couldn’t suddenly feel emotions for people and events that she had no memory of.

Even if these translation files were like baiting her with a long line, as of now, she still hadn’t felt much.

To her, it was like reading a history book; unless it truly stirred her emotions, everything else was just a story.

At that moment, Shang Yu, watching her nonchalant demeanor, saw the intensity in his eyes soften a bit, "Still want to continue the investigation?"

Li Qiao glanced at him and smiled lightly, "Of course, I can’t just give up halfway. Besides, even if I stopped, uncle would surely continue to send translation documents, and I’d still read them.

I want to understand the Female Stock God’s situation, but I’m not planning to do anything.

Since I bought an autobiography for three hundred billion, I should at least see what kind of ending it has.

You... are worried that I’ll act impulsively once I know the truth?"

The man’s lips pressed in a mock serious manner, his warm palm caressing the back of her head, his tone revealing a trace of softness, "I do have that concern."

Li Qiao shook her head meaningfully, "It’s not likely. Whether this autobiography can move me is another matter, and even if the truth is as I described, I still have the right to choose, don’t I?"

Her investigation into the Female Stock God’s affairs was merely out of desire to know and understand.

For Li Qiao, protecting the people around her now was more important than anything else.