The Favored Heiress
Chapter 637: Counter the Scheme with a Scheme

Chapter 637: Chapter 637: Counter the Scheme with a Scheme

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and answered crisply, "Of course not."

"I killed her, and you don’t hate me?" The man’s Adam’s apple moved as a rich, soft light appeared in his eyes.

Li Qiao gave Shang Yu a sidelong glance, folded the note, and tucked it into her pocket. "How could I be so irrational! I chose you from the beginning, and even if I were abandoned by everyone, my resolve would not waver. If you truly killed Yin Mo, it would only mean she gave you the opportunity to do so. I would feel regret, but there’s no reason for me to hate you.

The Seven Sons all understand each other well enough; indecision is not something that happens to me. Yin Mo also understands me; there’s no need for her to stake her life to gain my trust. That’s akin to a road of no return; she’s not that foolish."

The simplest logic is that as long as I hand over this note to Xiao Yehui, all of Yin Mo’s schemes are bound to fail, even potentially leading her to a point of no recovery.

These are her handwritten words, forever incapable of deception.

Li Qiao closed her eyes for a moment, then added, "Rest assured, this note merely showed me the possibility of Yin Mo defecting. It’s not enough to make me let down my guard and trust her. Otherwise, why would I bother sending her back?"

The man looked down at Li Qiao, the corners of his lips slowly relaxing as he tacitly touched her forehead with his fingertip. "Using her own strategy against her."

Li Qiao shrugged her shoulders, her tone slightly embarrassed, "Sort of. Anyway, playing mind games is something Xiao Yehui has always revelled in. Sometimes his manipulation tactics can truly make life worse than death."

Only by sending the injured Yin Mo back to Xiao Yehui could I confirm her true choice.

...

About half an hour later, Meng Jun appeared outside the car.

Leaning on Shang Yu’s shoulder, Li Qiao rolled down the car window and lazily glanced at him. Meng Jun nodded and said, "We’ve checked the top-floor suite. In the rooms of the Godfather and the Black Hawk brothers, we found a total of twenty-one listening devices."

Hearing this, Li Qiao rubbed her temples, exhausted to the extreme, "Make sure it’s cleaned up thoroughly."

"Don’t worry, we’ve already thoroughly searched."

Meng Jun looked at Li Qiao, his eyes filled with an unusual reverence.

If it weren’t for her warning, those listening devices hidden in the corners of the sofa and the tops of the curtains would certainly have become a serious problem.

Full of doubt, Meng Jun thought hard before asking stiffly, "How did you know there would be listening devices in the room?"

Could it be she had the power to foresee?

Li Qiao opened her eyes, slowly and calmly tossing out two words, "Guessed it."

Xiao Yehui had priors, and he had intentionally exposed tonight’s actions, possibly knowing the operation wouldn’t succeed, so each move was linked to the next.

...

The morning light was faint, and in the blink of an eye, the time arrived at six o’clock in the morning.

The chaos within the Royal Hotel had already been cleaned up.

Back in the room, Li Qiao lent on the armrest of the sofa, blinking wearily.

Gu Chenn dozed off in a single-seater sofa, while Liuyun and Luoyu stood unwaveringly in the living room, acting as a backdrop.

Only Meng Jun, apparently tireless, reported the events of the previous night.

At this moment, Shang Yu, seeing Li Qiao’s languid posture, raised his hand to interrupt Meng Jun and leaned over to rub her head. "Tired?"

Li Qiao didn’t make a sound, pulled his hand down from above her head, hugged it and nestled it against her face, motioning with her eyes for Meng Jun to continue reporting.

Seeing this, Shang Yu moved closer to her, tightened his arm slightly, and directly pulled her into his embrace.

Li Qiao, half held by him, made no effort to struggle, simply finding a comfortable position and burying her face in his chest, breathing in his scent.

Meng Jun: "..."

The little sister who could break his nose with one punch, how come she’s so good at coquettishly clinging to the Godfather?

Has the Godfather seen you fight before?

"Continue." Li Qiao, muffled in Shang Yu’s embrace, waited a long time without hearing Meng Jun’s report and couldn’t help but prompt.

Shang Yu’s arm was wrapping around her spine, his lips curved in a smile, gently patted twice in a gentle manner.

When he lifted his eyes to signal Meng Jun again, his expression had already returned to its usual proud and indifferent demeanor.

Meng Jun cleared his throat, adhering to the principle that ’whatever the Godfather and junior sister do is right,’ continued, "Last night a total of thirty mercenaries were deployed, five from the headquarters, twenty-five from the Royal Hotel. Among them, six were taken out by someone unknown, each shot in the head on the stairway."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, "Right, Godfather, we intercepted a woman trying to escape from downstairs midway. She was injured in the arm and dressed like those mercenaries. I had her detained; she’s very likely to be that hacker."

Li Qiao, half-asleep and half-awake, immediately turned her head from Shang Yu’s embrace, frowning tightly, "You detained her?"

Meng Jun nodded methodically, "Yes, is there a problem?"

Now fully awake, Li Qiao brushed aside her messy hair by her ear and made a move to get up.

But as she moved to rise, Shang Yu tightened his arm, asking with a cold gaze, "Where is she?"

"In the surveillance room, guarded by Black Hawk Team One."

It’s a net from heaven, no escape, no death.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu’s gazes met, and after only a few seconds of hesitation, she made a decision, "Find a way to create the illusion that she’s escaped. Let her go."

Meng Jun was slightly startled, but seeing Shang Yu had no objection, he promptly left the room.

At this moment, Shang Yu gave Liuyun a look, and he and Luoyu, understanding, walked over to the sofa and began moving Gu Chenn towards the door.

Gu Chenn was groggy, his whole body ached, and his face bore injuries as he murmured grumpily, "What are you doing? Can’t a man sleep without it bothering you?"

As he said this and opened his eyes, he caught sight of Luoyu’s face, which seemed vaguely familiar.

Oh, right, wasn’t this the fierce woman sent by the Yan Emperor Group to negotiate the compensation with Qianmu Group?

What was her name again?

Gu Chenn pondered in his befuddled state, thinking that Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant, wasn’t as formidable as he boasted.

After all, the Qianmu Group’s presentation had been botched, yet he hadn’t shown his face.

Tut, a turtle hiding its head.

A moment later, as Gu Chenn and the others left, the suite returned to tranquility.

Li Qiao wiped her face, saying nothing, and then leaned back into Shang Yu’s embrace.

"You don’t plan on meeting her?" The man caressed her cheek and murmured in her ear.

Li Qiao wrapped her arms around his shoulders, half-closing her eyes as she nodded, her voice lazy, "Now’s not a good time to meet. I need her to go back so I can see things more clearly."

She couldn’t let emotion rule her, even if her internal balance had already tilted toward Yin Mo; she had to remain rational.

The current situation was like a game of dominoes, where the slightest relaxation could lead to complete failure.

Xiao Yehui would never back down, and she would never turn back.

Yin Mo must have had doubts and hesitations before, otherwise, she wouldn’t have given her this note just now.

She has her own struggles and difficulties, and Li Qiao has her own considerations as well.

She wouldn’t destroy this note; if all else fails, it would be her bargaining chip for a counterattack.

Li Qiao buried herself in the man’s embrace, took a deep breath, and muttered softly, "Speaking of which, he lost thirty people tonight, not entirely without gain. Perhaps he’s already guessed that you are the Godfather of Black Hawk."