The Favored Heiress
Chapter 580: Did He Drink Fake Alcohol?

Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Did He Drink Fake Alcohol?

That night, Li Jun was still seated at the dinner table, toasting with people from the Social Security Bureau, yet his gaze frequently drifted to his phone, appearing distracted.

It was already past nine, and upon reflection, since their marriage, Zong Yue seemed to have never taken the initiative to ask when he would return home.

Perhaps it was the alcohol going to his head, Li Jun had already forgotten that the ever-understanding Zong Yue would never excessively interfere with his work and life.

Knowing he was busy, she would always sit at home quietly and obediently waiting for him, no matter how late it was.

At this thought, a certain restlessness stirred in Li Jun’s heart.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, and after downing another small cup of white liquor, he slowly tapped out a few words on his phone and sent them to Zong Yue.

Li Jun: What are you doing?

Fifteen minutes later, a WeChat message arrived belatedly.

Yue Your Heart’s Ease: Just took a shower, what’s up?

At that moment, sitting in the living room of the King’s Bay Villa, Zong Yue, while drying her hair, looked utterly bemused.

This was the first time Li Jun had ever initiated a WeChat message to her. What had happened? It was too out of the ordinary.

Not only that, but her phone vibrated again with another immediate reply from Li Jun.

Clutching her phone, Zong Yue looked at those three words in disbelief, and her towel dropped to the floor in shock.

She couldn’t believe these were words Li Jun would say. Her first thought was that his account had been hacked, or that he lost his phone?

Therefore, Zong Yue didn’t reply again but directly made a call to test the waters.

And Li Jun, answered immediately.

The din was loud from his end, the sounds of animated conversation deafening.

"Hello~ Brother Jun?" Zong Yue tentatively called out.

Leaning back in his chair, Li Jun pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice deep and his words slightly slurred, as if he was drunk, "Hmm, why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?"

Oh, it seems his account wasn’t hacked, and his phone wasn’t lost.

Zong Yue mentioned waiting for him, and the storm in Li Jun’s heart seemed to clear instantly.

After a brief exchange, Zong Yue, worried about disturbing his socializing, quickly hung up the call.

At this point, Li Jun stared at the screen, feeling an inexplicable urge to rush home.

He pocketed his phone, picked up the cup that had been refilled with white liquor on the table, gulped it down, then had his assistant help him make excuses as he left the private room.

Meanwhile, in the living room of King’s Bay Villa, Zong Yue was still holding her phone, looking at the three words in the WeChat chat box, unable to recover for a long time.

She pondered whether Li Jun might have drunk some fake alcohol?

Those three words were—Missing you.

...

The next day, the assessment at Second Hall arrived as scheduled.

Li Qiao woke up after nine o’clock, and last night, nothing happened; Shang Yu behaved like any other person and didn’t cause trouble.

Today’s target shooting assessment was scheduled to start at half-past ten in the morning.

In the living room, however, only He Chen was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette while waiting for her.

Seeing Li Qiao’s figure, he waved the smoke away from in front of him, "Awake? Your man had to go out to handle something last minute, he’ll be back later."

Li Qiao responded with an "Oh," sat down, and Luoyu served breakfast.

After breakfast, not yet ten, He Chen signaled Li Qiao to head to the helipad.

Arriving at Secret Hall, the shooting range was ready; it wasn’t indoors but the mountaintop training field that Li Qiao had visited before.

Stepping off the escalator, she looked up and saw... a throng of people all around.

Li Qiao arched an eyebrow slightly, and before she could inquire, He Chen had already explained, "Here for the excitement."

Indeed, it was her honor.

A quick glance told her there were at least a hundred people.

He Chen’s hands were in his pockets as he walked past, and everywhere he went, he could hear everyone greeting him, "Brother Chen, Miss Li."

Li Qiao walked through the crowd at an unhurried pace. Directly ahead, ten tables were set up with ten shooting targets with white circles on red backgrounds twenty meters away.

At this moment, a man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers came over, nodded to He Chen, and then turned to Li Qiao with a nod, "Hello, Miss Li, I am Wei Lang from the Second Hall."

The hall master of the Second Hall, Wei Lang, was the elder cousin of Shang Zonghai’s confidant Wei Ang.

He appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with thick calluses on the palms of his hands, especially at the base of the thumb.

His appearance wasn’t outstanding, and his demeanor was quite solemn.

By now, Li Qiao had met with two of the branch hall masters and had made some preliminary assessments of them.

All were of ordinary appearance yet possessed exceptional talent.

Li Qiao exchanged a few pleasantries with Wei Lang, who then proceeded to explain the rules of today’s assessment.

The first event was shooting: ten people, ten shots each, testing two skills—moving target shooting and stationary target shooting.

After each round, the highest scorer was declared the winner.

In other words, Li Qiao needed to outperform all nine other competitors in the two skill assessments to pass the first part of the assessment.

The second event was weapon assembly: ten people, ten guns, with two skills being tested—single-handed assembly and blindfolded assembly.

The difficulty level was indeed very high.

Wei Lang explained the rules and standards of the assessment in great detail, probably because of the lesson learned from the First Hall; he rambled on for ten minutes, as if afraid of missing any critical steps.

As it neared half-past ten, Shang Yu had not yet arrived.

He Chen leaned against some of the nearby training equipment, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings before finally resting on Li Qiao’s face, "Confident?"

"Yeah, I guess," Li Qiao answered nonchalantly.

He Chen teasingly licked the corner of his mouth and tapped his toe lightly on the concrete floor, "Tsk, can’t you be a bit more modest?"

Li Qiao glanced at him, "Is there a need?"

"Alright, sis, keep it up," He Chen said, his expression growing more playful as if something had amused him.

Li Qiao might not be aware that the assessments of each of the four branches of the Secret Hall varied.

Simply put, the further one went, the greater the difficulty became.

All the most important powers in the Secret Hall were divided between the Third and Four Halls.

The Second Hall’s two events were already quite challenging, but the Third Hall would assess three events, while the Fourth Hall was tasked with four.

Even he hadn’t passed the four events of the Fourth Hall; the difficulty was absurd and extreme.

At that moment, there was a stir in the direction of the escalator.

Li Qiao and He Chen turned their heads simultaneously and saw Shang Yu climbing up the stairs with four assistants.

The man’s arrival brought instant silence to the training ground.

Everyone respectfully called out "Hall Master" as he appeared.

He came up to Li Qiao, his thin lips slightly parted, "Got tied up with something, sorry for the late arrival."

Li Qiao looked at the four assistants behind him and returned a faint smile with a curl of her lips, "You’re not late."

Wei Lang stepped forward at the right moment, "Hall Master, everything is ready. We can begin the assessment at any time."

"Hmm," Shang Yu responded in a deep voice, then touched Li Qiao’s cheek, "Go ahead."

Li Qiao smiled and turned around, swiftly taking her place at the shooting table.

On the table was a Beretta 92F; without the aid of any sighting scopes, hitting a moving target twenty meters away was required.

Li Qiao picked it up and weighed it in her hand; it had a different heft than the Desert Eagle.

As the other nine members took their places, murmurs began to spread among the crowd: "Hall Master Wei is renowned for scoring a hundred rings with ten shots, can Miss Li do it?"

"Hard to say, look at how Miss Li holds the gun—she seems very proficient."

Hearing these whispers, Li Qiao raised an eyebrow and glanced over, only to realize that Wei Lang, who usually didn’t participate, had joined the competition and stood right next to her.

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