The Favored Heiress
Chapter 560: Great Wisdom Appears Foolish

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: Great Wisdom Appears Foolish

Text message...

These two words made Li Qiao recall without surprise the night she left the British Imperial, when she had also received a cryptic text message.

Looking back now, perhaps it really wasn’t Xiao Yehui’s doing.

Seeing her silent, Su Moshi gently patted her hand, "Remember what I said?"

Li Qiao snapped back to reality, the corners of her lips curling into a slight smile, "Mhm."

At that moment, Yun Lih was sitting alone on the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee, his demeanor casual and relaxed, "It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this scene."

No sooner had he spoken than Shen Qingye couldn’t stand it anymore, clutching his chest and scooting to the side, glowering at Song Liao with indignation, "Stop slapping, just say it if you fucking want me dead."

Song Lao Liu glanced at him sideways, sizing him up rudely, "Doggy, your physical fitness... isn’t quite up to snuff."

Shen Qingye felt a stifling sensation in his chest, as if something was stuck in his throat.

When would this simpleton learn some social graces?

Yun Lih rested his fingertips against his forehead, licked his teeth, "Lao Liu, what did you call everyone here for this time?"

Song Liao collected himself and looked up, rubbing his palms over his knees, boldly starting, "To catch up."

Yun Lih gave a derisive laugh, "You made two sick men travel all this way just to catch up with you? You’re fucking the same Song Lao Liu I know."

At this, Song Liao looked around, then blinked innocently, "Such minor injuries to be called sick."

Shen Qingye felt like he was going to be annoyed to death by him.

Xia Siyu touched the gauze and felt an even bigger headache.

Yun Lih looked at Song Lao Liu with an expression that said it all, his lips moved, but he said nothing.

The calmest of all was Li Qiao, leaning on the armrest of the couch, her slender legs crossed in front of her, glancing at Song Liao and speaking lightly, "Speak plainly."

At Li Qiao’s words, everyone turned to look.

Song Liao smiled at her and then, as he looked away, his expression changed abruptly, his tone commanding, "You all know about the eldest brother’s matter, right?"

The business hall fell silent.

Song Liao’s gaze swept over everyone, his Adam’s apple bobbing, "We parted back then because of him. Now that he’s still alive, it’s time we got back together. Fellas, I’ve missed you."

For a man of such thin emotions to tearfully speak such words probably wasn’t an easy thing.

Yun Lih, sitting at the head, kept a close watch on Li Qiao’s reaction.

Fortunately, she remained composed, her calmness undisturbed.

After a long silence in the hall, Xia Siyu locked her phone screen, raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Liao, "Since when have you been so sappy?"

Shen Qingye kicked Song Lao Liu with the tip of his shoe, muttering impatiently, "Cut the crap, if you fucking need our help, just say it outright, who taught you to beat around the bush?"

Song Liao looked at Shen Qingye and snickered, "Doggy, you agree then?"

"I’ll listen to Qi Zai."

Li Qiao looked puzzled, narrowing her eyes, "Listen to me about what?"

Su Moshi echoed accordingly, "Me too."

Li Qiao turned to look at him, her brow furrowed in mild confusion.

Across from her, Xia Siyu patted the armrest of the sofa, "Then just like before, we’ll divide the tasks, with Qi Zai overall in charge."

Li Qiao: "???"

Before she could ask again, Song Lao Liu was already rubbing his hands together and casting his gaze her way, "Zai Zai, it’s all up to you this time!"

Li Qiao’s gaze swept across each person one by one, finally colliding with Song Lao Liu’s face full of excited anticipation. She fell silent for a moment, "You called them here to... catch Mo Jue?"

Song Lao Liu nodded earnestly, "That’s right."

Yun Lih rested his forehead on his hand as he looked at the simple-faced Song Liao, a flicker of sharpness passing by with his eyelids lowered.

This man, underestimated by everyone, was the true embodiment of hidden wisdom beneath a foolish exterior.

With the Five Sons reunited and emerging once more, what would Xiao Yehui’s reaction be upon hearing this news?

...

A dozen minutes later, the group headed upstairs to a private dining room for a meal.

Yun Lih made an excuse to go to the restroom. He stepped out into the corridor to call Yun Ling, who was far away with the Mercenary Group. After a few words exchanged in a low voice, he ended the call.

Turning around, he encountered Xia Siyu in the corner.

Yun Lih raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze falling on the bandage on her forehead, he tilted his chin slightly, "Is your head feeling better?"

Xia Siyu looked down at her own toes, "Brother Lih, Qiaoqiao told me before... to make my choices following my own heart."

"So?"

Yun Lih, with one hand in his pocket, sized up Xia Siyu, easily detecting a trace of melancholy between her brows and eyes.

She pursed her lips, her gaze drifting elsewhere as she spoke, "I don’t know, but my heart aches for Qiaoqiao..."

"She doesn’t need your pity." Yun Lih took a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, his slender fingers pinching out a cigarette, "Had she wanted you to feel sorry for her, she could have told you all about what Xiao Yehui did.

You have no conflict with Xiao Yehui, and she told you to follow your heart because she understands better than anyone what the consequences of her choice would be.

It’s normal for you, the concerned parties, to be confused and the scales to be tipped. You might as well think carefully about what Song Lao Liu’s true intention is in calling you here."

Xia Siyu’s gaze quivered, "Isn’t it to help him catch someone?"

"Huh." Yun Lih chuckled lightly, "Even if it’s really about catching someone, having Qiaoqiao is enough. What you know, she knows too, so why bother to drag you all this way? Song Lao Liu is doing this to make you understand a principle."

Yun Lih lit the cigarette, turning his head and blowing a thin mist to the side, "He’s trying to tell you that whether Xiao Yehui is dead or alive is not important. He wasn’t the bond that held your feelings together back then, and there’s no reason for him to be a barrier to your reunion now."

This speech, profound and enlightening, cleared Xia Siyu’s mind.

Her dim gaze gradually regained some brightness, and with a sudden sigh, she laughed at herself, "I truly underestimated Song Lao Liu."

"Not really underestimated, given that he does look pretty foolish."

...

After the meal, the group parted ways in front of the Royal Hotel.

Yun Lih and Li Qiao left first, while the other four stood still, watching their retreating figures.

Once in the car, just as Li Qiao started the engine, Yun Lih tapped on the window.

She lowered the window, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows, "What’s up?"

Yun Lih rested his arm on the window frame, one hand in his pocket, leaning against the car door, "Have you ever thought about returning to the frontier?"

"No." Li Qiao’s answer was very straightforward, without a second thought.

Yun Lih’s thin lips curved into a slight smile, reaching in through the window to ruffle her hair, "I won’t get involved in catching Mo Jue. Take care of yourselves."

The battle was for the Five Sons to fight side by side, and it wouldn’t be right for him to intervene.

"Yeah, I’m off." Li Qiao swatted his hand away, rolled up the window, and drove away.

Yun Lih stood by the roadside, watching the taillights of the car, then turned to glance at the several individuals in front of the Royal Hotel. He smirked and slipped into his own car.

The driver, one of the Mercenary Group’s men, had not asked where to go when Yun Lih took out his phone and made a call.