The Favored Heiress
Chapter 612: He Built Her a Laboratory

Chapter 612: Chapter 612: He Built Her a Laboratory

Xi Luo was so surprised that she didn’t hold her fork steady, and it dropped onto the plate, "Are you serious?"

The Flame Alliance considered shifting to the business arena as an important laundering strategy.

Now that each industrial module tended towards stability, their young master suddenly decided to destroy all cooperation with British Imperial Charlman?!

Xi Luo, after all, couldn’t suppress her emotions, she leaned forward seriously and retorted, "Kid, do you know the international status of the Charlman family?"

"Don’t want to know." Li Qiao put down her knife and fork, completely losing her appetite, she looked towards Xi Luo with a very indifferent tone, "Are you going to stop me?"

Xi Luo pondered for a few seconds, subdued her astonishment, and shook her head with a wry smile, "If I stop you, will you back down?"

Li Qiao’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, "No."

"Then why are you asking me," Xi Luo rolled her eyes and narrowed her gaze, raising an eyebrow to ask, "The penalty for breaking a contract halfway isn’t a small amount, have you found a lawyer yet?"

"No need for a lawyer, I can break the contract and still take the Flame Alliance’s industry out unscathed."

British Imperial Charlman doesn’t deserve the cooperation channels of the Flame Alliance.

Seeing her confidence, Xi Luo still felt uneasy, "Kid, I know you’re smart, but the business world is a battlefield, in case you can’t handle it, how about I prepare a top-notch lawyer for you to command?"

"Who?"

A sly glint crossed Xi Luo’s eyes, "My brother, Xi Ze."

...

At three in the afternoon, Li Qiao returned to the Mansion from the technology park.

Just as she parked her car, she saw a group of bodyguards continuously moving goods into the Mansion.

Li Qiao indifferently retracted her gaze and stepped up the stairs to the entrance, just as Shang Yu, dressed in black, happened to be coming out of the hall.

The man’s usual handsome and indifferent expression seemed to have shaken off the dark mood that had surrounded him the previous night.

Li Qiao walked towards him, looking up in the distance, "New things for the Mansion?"

Shang Yu’s thin lips curved slightly, looking profoundly at her, "I’m taking you somewhere."

"Where?"

Li Qiao didn’t get an answer, instead, she was pulled by him towards the elevator.

On the third basement level of the Mansion, as the elevator doors opened, a familiar voice also reached her ears.

It was Liuyun, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time.

Li Qiao stepped out of the elevator, looked up, and the scene before her eyes left her speechless for a long time.

The third basement level had turned into a medical research laboratory.

Medical equipment and research tables were already neatly arranged, and Liuyun was instructing the bodyguards to place the instruments in their respective positions.

Li Qiao’s breath tightened, her gaze swept across the research laboratory, and finally landed on Shang Yu’s face, "Liuyun, all this time..."

Before she could finish, the man turned his head, his palm caressing her hair, "You won’t need to go to Renhe for your experiments in the future."

She had given up her job at the research institute, but she wouldn’t give up her research.

So, he built her a laboratory at home for her to use as she pleased.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, a complex feeling indescribable in her heart.

She walked forward slowly, stepping into the glass research room, where everything was complete, and even the layout was incredibly familiar.

At that moment, when Liuyun saw Li Qiao, he came over and wiped his sweat, "Miss Li, do you see anything that’s been overlooked? If there is, you can tell me at any time, and I’ll arrange for someone to rearrange."

Li Qiao shook her head with a faint smile, "No, everything is very good, thank you for your hard work."

This laboratory, she could find the research table even with her eyes closed, even the placement of the green plants were almost identical to her memories.

Because Shang Yu had moved her familiar Renhe Laboratory, without changing a thing, to the South Sea Mansion.

...

In the evening, when Zong Yue arrived at the Mansion, Li Qiao was still in the third basement floor laboratory marveling at Shang Yu’s thoughtfulness.

In just one afternoon, all sorts of equipment had been properly installed.

At that moment, the printer was constantly running, and the freshly printed case files were already piled into a thick stack.

Li Qiao sent an email to set up a video conference with the expert from the Medical Alliance, Reid. Watching the "sent successfully" notification, she pinched the bridge of her nose and stood up, leaving the laboratory.

Upstairs, in the living room, Zong Yue looked at Jin Rong and called out obediently, "Uncle Rong."

With his leg casually crossed, Jin Rong nodded, "Hmm, find a place to sit yourself."

Zong Yue glanced at Shang Yu, who was resting with his eyes closed, and carefully looked around. Not seeing Li Qiao, she sat down opposite Jin Rong with some restraints.

In front of an elder, she didn’t dare to be presumptuous.

At this moment, Jin Rong held a check between two fingers and said in a sing-song voice, "I didn’t have time to come to your wedding. Take this check as my meeting gift for my nephew-in-law."

As he spoke, Li Qiao entered the living room.

When Jin Rong saw her, his eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly, "Kid, come here to me."

Startled, Zong Yue’s hand trembled, and the check fell to the ground.

Li Qiao looked at the ground and recognized the familiar amount and handwriting—it was the ’commission’ check she had given to Jin Rong.

She curved her lips into a smile, ignored him, and walked over to sit beside Zong Yue. Picking up the check, she stuffed it into her hand, "Did Sister-in-law have dinner yet?"

The infuriated old father, Jin Rong: "???"

What kind of bizarre familial ranking was this?

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao and her group went to the Royal Hotel.

Jin Rong rarely visited South Sea, so He Chen had arranged a welcome banquet for him at the Royal Hotel.

Zong Yue followed them there.

On the way, she sent Li Jun a WeChat message about returning late from the dinner party. After waiting a few minutes without a reply, she put her phone in her purse.

On the other side, Li Jun had finished a work meeting and only saw Zong Yue’s message upon returning to his office.

He frowned, looking slightly displeased.

Ever since Zong Yue entered the workforce, she had been coming home late more often than him.

Either she was working overtime or attending dinner parties.

Just the night before last, she had already had a dinner with her colleagues. Why was she going out again tonight?

Li Jun pursed his lips and soon exited the WeChat app, went back to his contacts, and directly called Zong Yue.

Half a minute later, the earpiece relayed the tone of an unanswered call.

This was the first time Zong Yue hadn’t picked up his call.

Li Jun didn’t ponder why he remembered this so clearly, but his displeasure grew thicker.

At 9:30 PM, when Li Jun returned home, he found that Zong Yue was still not back.

Meanwhile, as night fell, the welcome banquet in the private room of the Royal Hotel was still underway, bustling with energy.

Li Qiao sat shoulder to shoulder with Zong Yue, watching the three men opposite them toasting and drinking together. Four bottles of Remy Martin had already been emptied on the table.

He Chen was drunk, Jin Rong was slurring his words, and Shang Yu seemed the most sober, although his handsome face was flushed with a light inebriation.

Li Qiao had never seen Shang Yu drunk, nor did she plan to stop him from drinking tonight.

He Chen once said that every time Madam Xiao appeared, it would more or less trigger Shang Yu’s condition.

Shang Yu had been behaving normally since last night.

He Chen probably arranged this meal with some intent.

Among brothers, it’s not easy to express feelings bluntly.

So He Chen and Jin Rong chose to accompany Shang Yu and let him drown his sorrows in drink, in hopes of dispelling his troubles.

At that moment, He Chen, with one leg on a chair, pulled at his shirt, slung an arm around Shang Yu’s shoulder, and while consoling, complained, "Shaoyan, it’s all in the past, don’t overthink. Listen to me, women are all ungrateful and heartless; they’re not worth pining over."

The two women present: "..."

Jin Rong also timely raised his glass, bumping it against Shang Yu’s from the other side, "Don’t listen to his nonsense. There are good women too, like my daughter Qi Qi, smart and clever. She doesn’t hesitate to outsmart me. Rest assured, your damn mother is definitely not her match."