The Favored Heiress
Chapter 649: What Can She Do for Him?

Chapter 649: Chapter 649: What Can She Do for Him?

Even Li San and Li Er were picked up by someone sent personally by Shang Yu on a special Yan Emperor aircraft.

Li Qiao knew nothing about all this.

This was just the marriage registration part, the three brothers couldn’t even imagine, what a grand spectacle their weddings would be in the future?!

Meanwhile, in the villa’s backyard garage.

Li Qiao stood by a Ferrari, tapping her knuckles on the front hood. Under her relentless persuasion, Luoyu finally spilled the beans.

For a whole five minutes, she talked until her mouth was dry and her tongue feeble.

Li Qiao had long stopped what she was doing, her eyes misty as she stared blankly at the garden outside the garage.

After Luoyu finished, she swallowed and added, "Miss Li, don’t get me wrong. Today’s drone accident wasn’t the boss’s intention. We just wanted to prepare a little surprise for you. Since the boss didn’t object, we took it upon ourselves to hang a banner, but who knew..."

"In this life, undivided; in the rest, kindly instruct," was supposed to be the final banner on display, but Zhui Feng, that idiot, messed up the order of the banners.

It was all ruined.

Actually, they had prepared seven banners, all filled with sweet nothings gathered from the internet.

The vivid memory of the Valentine’s Day city-wide declaration back in South Sea was still fresh in their minds.

So, the four assistants decided to prepare a romantic proposal for Miss Li on behalf of the boss.

Now it seemed that Zhui Feng, more capable of botching things than accomplishing them, would have been better off dead!

At that moment, Li Qiao fixed her gaze on a certain spot, and after a long while, she asked in a low voice, "Why would he have a domestic household registration book?"

Luoyu fell silent for two seconds, then came the astounding revelation, "The boss renounced his Parma citizenship and deliberately applied for domestic immigration and residency."

Li Qiao whirled around, a storm brewing in her dark eyes.

Everyone knew how important Shang Yu’s identity in Parma was.

He actually...

Seeing her upset expression, Luoyu hastily reassured her, "Miss Li, don’t worry. This is just a temporary measure. The boss’s real plan is to transfer back to Parma with your identity as soon as the marriage certificate is done, officially registering it under Shang’s name."

Li Qiao didn’t speak, her emotions too complex to articulate, "Are you sure it can still be transferred back to Parma?"

Luoyu pressed her lips together and smiled, "Of course. He originally didn’t want me to tell you, for fear you’d worry. Choosing to register the marriage domestically was also to avoid attention and spare some unnecessary trouble."

"Shang Family Elders’ Hall?" Li Qiao’s voice tensed, clearly a bit hoarse.

With a sigh, Luoyu spoke frankly, "Yes. If the boss hadn’t changed his identity and registered the marriage with you in the country, this matter wouldn’t have been kept secret in Parma. The Elders’ Hall currently holds significant sway in the Shang’s affairs. The Collateral Branch is also covetously watching. Once they learn about your impending marriage registration, what follows would likely be assessments and difficulties from the Elders’ Hall, a rite of passage for every would-be primary wife."

Li Qiao looked into the distance with a heavy gaze. Shang Yu didn’t have to go through all this trouble. Even if faced with difficulties, she was ready to rise to the challenge, so why go to such lengths to prepare so many surprises and... scares for her.

"A few nights ago, you mentioned that he went out to handle something at night..." Li Qiao turned her eyes towards Luoyu, "Did he meet with Parma overnight?"

To handle immigration and residency, whoever it was would have to sign various documents in person.

Upon hearing this, Luoyu gave a sheepish chuckle, "Indeed he did."

Li Qiao closed her eyes, "What was the document Wang Yue had me sign?"

"Pre-marital wealth sharing." Luoyu answered promptly, "The boss notarized the sharing of all his possessions under his name."

Perhaps worried that Li Qiao might overthink it, she added, "He originally planned to transfer everything to your name. But considering the enormous number of industries involved, and a vast pool of funds, if it was all listed under your name, you would need to sign off on many financial authorizations in the future, which would be quite troublesome. So the boss thought of a compromise."

The so-called compromise was sharing the business empire he had built with her, without asking for anything in return.

Shang Yu, what could she do for him?

...

Through Luoyu’s narration, Li Qiao learned all the details.

She didn’t return to the living room but instead circled around the villa’s garage and sat quietly in the rear garden.

Li Qiao’s heart felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, dense and impenetrable.

She believed what Luoyu said and fully understood that the moment Shang Yu was preparing to register their marriage with her, he hadn’t left himself any way out.

The mere gesture of planning to transfer all his personal wealth into her name offered a glimpse into his intentions.

The clouds in the sky curled and unfurled, leaving only the remnants of the setting sun.

Li Qiao’s fingers brushed past the corner of her eye, a single tear moistening her fingertip.

She looked at it and couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

Suddenly, her fingertips were clasped. Li Qiao’s gaze trembled as a tall and imposing figure blocked the glow on her face.

The man sat down beside her, his deep eyes thoroughly examining her expression, "Why are you sitting here alone, lost in thought?"

Li Qiao leaned against the rattan chair, turning her head to look at Shang Yu, her eyes intertwining with deep affection.

She gently leaned her head against his shoulder, her tone regaining its usual lightness, "Does uncle know about our registration?"

Shang Yu kissed her forehead, his dark pupils holding a chilling gleam, "He will eventually."

"Then... when we have time, we should go back to Parma to say hello," Li Qiao’s chin rested on his shoulder as she closely observed him, "Did Uncle Shen from the Sixth Bureau give us the Jing Family documents he promised?"

Shang Yu’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his eyes sparkled with a subtle amusement, "You still remember that?"

Li Qiao waggled her finger, her gaze hiding profound implications and mischief, "You wouldn’t go through the trouble of settling your identity domestically before registering our marriage just because you’re worried about the Elders’ Hall finding out, would you?"

What kind of person was Shang Yu?

He regarded everything from above, aloof and high-handed.

He had never cared about the Shang Family Clan Assembly before, let alone the mere Elders’ Hall.

What truly gave rise to apprehension was often the uncontrollable and uncertain aspect of the unknown.

His reluctance to openly take her back to Parma to register their marriage wasn’t out of concern for the Elders’ Hall; it was very likely related to the old annihilation case from years ago.

At that moment, Shang Yu’s gaze met hers, profound yet tranquil.

Seeing him say nothing, Li Qiao nuzzled her nose against his cheek, "Can you consult with me before doing anything in the future? Aren’t you afraid of losing both money and love by sharing so much property under my name?"

Shang Yu watched her quietly, his pupils unfluttering, but his thin lips stretched into a smile, "What is there to fear? Can you escape?"

Indeed, she couldn’t escape.

And she didn’t want to at all.

Li Qiao pecked his face and resettled her head on his shoulder, speaking lightly, "Let me see the Jing Family documents. I can’t just pretend nothing happened."

"Alright, along with another thirty pages of translated documents, I’ll give them all to you tomorrow."

Shang Yu’s steady voice seemed to have a magic about it—as long as he said it, she believed him.

Just like those Parma documents, when he had asked her to sign back then, she didn’t hesitate and put pen to paper immediately.

With that thought, Li Qiao belatedly lifted her head, "Can’t you give them to me tonight?"

"I’m afraid, I can’t," Shang Yu’s voice deep and hushed in her ear, "Tonight... you have to stay here."