The Favored Heiress
Chapter 564: What Kind of Bizarre Boss Is This?

Chapter 564: Chapter 564: What Kind of Bizarre Boss Is This?

Li Qiao and Mo Jue had talked for about ten minutes. When they re-emerged from the storage room, they saw Li Yan standing there, frozen, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Because he had just found out that the very apartment in Elegant Villa Garden was actually owned by Qiaoqiao.

This meant that his little minion had stolen from his own little sister, practically walking straight into a trap.

That painting of Ti Xiang...

Li Yan snapped back to reality and rushed towards Li Qiao in a single bound. "Baby, do you really have a Ti Xiang painting?"

Li Qiao curled her lips slightly. Mo Jue had already scuttled off to present the painting, "Boss, the painting!"

Li Yan’s gaze flickered. He snatched the black cloth bag and went to the side to unfold it, and Mo Jue followed close behind him like a little tail.

At this moment, the other four people were all looking at Li Qiao, waiting for her to speak.

Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, leaned against the nearby showcase, lowered her eyelids indifferently, and said to Song Lao Liu, "Take Mo Jue away with you."

Song Liao’s eyebrows instantly furrowed. He flared his nostrils twice, turned to look at Su Moshi and the others, and said something shocking, "Have you guys seen Mo Jue tonight?"

Xia Siyu was holding an inkstone. At his words, she lowered her head to admire it. "Who is Mo Jue?"

Upon seeing this, Shen Qingye directly opened the glass door of the showcase and took out a small, exquisite handgun to fiddle with, "Liuzi, I don’t understand what you are saying."

The most composed was Su Moshi. He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned his head towards the window, "I don’t know Mo Jue, but I think I just saw Mr. Shang’s car."

Li Qiao understood their intentions and, with a wry smile, walked to the window to peer down.

The night was dense, and the light drizzle had not ceased; through the light rain curtain, one could vaguely see a Rolls-Royce parked under a street lamp.

Just one.

Because the distance was too far, it was unclear whether there was a logo on the car body.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze, stayed silent for a moment, then lifted her head again, "Lao Liu, are you abandoning all principles?"

Song Liao’s honest expression did not waver, looking absolutely upright and proper. Yet his words were quite slapping, "I only want them when I want them."

A mere Mo Jue, who hadn’t done anything atrocious enough to offend both Heaven and Earth, and who was also a close associate of Li Qiao’s older brother.

Letting him off was not a matter of principle; it was merely not wanting to put their little ones in a difficult position.

At that moment, Li Qiao approached Song Liao, looked into his bright eyes with a firm stance, "If you take her, you must give an explanation to the International Criminal Police Organization and all the major museums."

"Little one..."

Li Qiao raised her palm, cutting off his words, "Don’t worry, I have my arrangements. She must bear the consequences of the mistakes she has committed."

Song Lao Liu was stubborn and protective. His face tightened, and his tone deepened, "What she has done doesn’t even compare to one-thousandth of what we do at the border."

Li Qiao laughed nonchalantly, "That’s different. Outside of the law, no one cares if we bring down the sky. If you don’t take her today, you can’t guarantee that other international police won’t continue to track Mo Jue’s whereabouts. By then, it won’t be so easy to help her."

"This..." Song Liao hesitated because what she said made sense.

"Take her first, the rest I’ll tell you after you return to the International Criminal Police Organization."

After much hesitation, Song Lao Liu finally nodded in agreement.

And so, from that day on, the international criminal Mo Jue completely disappeared from this legend.

Of course, the moment Mo Jue was taken by Song Liao, she clung to Li Yan’s arm and tears started to drop.

One moment she was urging her boss to eat well, the next she was tearfully pleading with him not to forget her, and she even secretly told Li Yan to jot everything she liked into a little notebook, insisting that he wait for her to return.

Mo Jue knew he would come back, but Li Yan... didn’t know.

In his hand he still held Ti Xiang’s last piece, looking down at Mo Jue like a child abandoned by the world, feeling very uncomfortable, even the scent of Ti Xiang’s paintings had faded.

Li Yan’s lips were tightly pursed, his eyes filled with a pleading look as he gazed at Li Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, let me..."

Li Qiao threw him an indifferent glance, cold and ruthless.

Li Yan didn’t dare say more, for the first time ever he raised his hand, not to hit the back of Mo Jue’s head but to instead gently rub the top of her head.

Then, with the huskiest voice, he spoke the gentlest words, "Go in there and reform yourself, come out and start anew. The boss is waiting for you."

Mo Jue looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, clutched his suit coat tightly with her fingers, and murmured with her face upturned, "Boss, you’re so handsome."

The Border Five Sons: "..."

What kind of bizarre boss and bizarre follower was this?

Li Yan heaved a deep sigh, turned his face away, and waved his hand, "Let’s go."

Mo Jue left with reluctance in every step, a face full of reluctance, "Boss, wait for me, you must wait for me." Wait for me to come back and continue to steal for you.

She didn’t dare say the last sentence for fear that her ancestor would scold her.

Soon after, Song Lao Liu and the others said goodbye and took Mo Jue away from Elegant Villa Garden first.

Strangely enough, the mischievous Mo Jue suddenly became obedient, no longer escaping or running away, trotting along following Song Liao.

Su Lao Si stepped forward in a timely manner and said, "Then we’ll head back first too, you should rest early too, and we’ll talk about the other matters tomorrow."

"Mm."

Su Moshi and the rest left Elegant Villa Garden one after another, and Li Qiao took out her cellphone to check the time, it was already three o’clock in the morning.

She lifted her eyelids to look at her dazed second brother, "Come home tomorrow, I have something to tell you."

Li Yan, holding the painting frame, nodded his head, the smile at the corner of his mouth fading a lot, "About Mo Mo, he..."

Li Qiao answered obliquely, "There are still over a dozen paintings in the collection room, take whichever you like."

Having said that, she stepped out the door.

In the vast apartment building, only Li Yan stood in place, holding the painting and beginning to appreciate it carefully.

Ti Xiang, a representative artist from the Venetian school, one of the most talented painters, had a little follower, who was the most talented master thief, none other.

He was clearly reminiscing about Ti Xiang’s life, but all that popped up in his mind was Mo Jue.

...

Outside the Elegant Villa Garden apartments, Li Qiao stood under the rain porch and slowly extended her hand toward the dark sky.

The rain had stopped, the fresh air carrying a hint of coolness.

In the parking lot to the front right, a brief honk sounded.

Li Qiao arched an eyebrow and looked over, under the dim streetlight, someone was sitting in the driver’s seat of that Rolls Royce.

The car’s windshield was covered with droplets, shadowy light leaked into the cabin, but the face of the person inside couldn’t be seen clearly.

Li Qiao, as if drawn by a force, descended the steps, approaching the car step by step.

The windshield wipers were turned on, the droplets were swept away one by one, and through the gradually clearing view, Shang Yu was seen sitting in the driver’s seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other propping his forehead, leisurely watching her.