The Favored Heiress
Chapter 653: Did that force your conscience to emerge?

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: Did that force your conscience to emerge?

Zuo Xuan: "..."

He silently lowered his head, eyeing Li Qiao’s calm and composed face, and the conversation took a turn, "I will arrange the assessment for Third Halls as soon as possible."

Li Qiao nodded with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Thank you for the trouble."

Zuo Xuan left with a wooden expression, defeated. He should not have come today.

In the living room, Li Qiao turned to look at Shang Yu, who was smoking, and raised an eyebrow, "If I agree, can I really skip the assessment?"

"You can," the man’s profound gaze lingered on her as he curved his lips to give the answer, "That was my intention as well."

He did wish that Li Qiao would go with the flow, but unfortunately, she was aloof by nature and would strive for excellence in anything she undertook.

The shortcut of skipping the assessment for Third Halls was probably beneath her.

At that moment, Li Qiao paused slightly and said with a sly smile, "Is this the intention of Zuo Xuan and the members of Third Halls?"

She suspected that there was some secret instruction from Shang Yu involved.

The man leaned forward to flick away some ash, his lips curving into a mysterious smile, "Otherwise?"

"Oh..." Li Qiao did not dig any deeper, fell silent for a while, and then picked up the documents on the table to review them again.

Before long, she spoke in a subdued tone, "I’ve read through the Jing Family’s information several times, and there’s no record of Jing Yilan, as if she never existed."

Shang Yu leaned back, crossing his right leg over his left, tapping his knee with his fingertips, and made a startling remark, "After the Parma Mu Family incident, the Jing Family also declared bankruptcy in the same year."

Li Qiao pursed her lips as she looked at him, her expression growing more solemn, "So, the successive problems with the two great families could mean that Jing Yilan is the key."

The man didn’t speak, but slowly nodded, affirming her speculation.

Li Qiao compared two documents, finding many contradictions.

What she was even more curious about was whether Mu Aofan’s elder sister’s lost child was alive or dead, and whether they had been found.

Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulder and, turning her head, she collided with Shang Yu’s dark and cold eyes, "Regardless of who’s involved, just treat it as a story to read, okay?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyes and laughed, casually tossing the documents back onto the table, "I’m starting to understand Father Shang’s intentions now. He’s boiling a frog in warm water, advancing step by step, biding his time."

Using this method, he had spurred her curiosity and speculation through the process of reading the story.

People are always full of imagination and anticipation for the unknown story.

Just like in this moment, Li Qiao was even somewhat eagerly wanting to know, what exactly happened with the Jing Family, how the Parma Mu Family was annihilated, and whether that little girl who might be of the same generation as her was still alive?

With no leads on these matters for the time being, Li Qiao did not want to stress herself and handed over the documents to Shang Yu for safekeeping before heading to the laboratory.

That afternoon, Li Qiao was still discussing the progress of the gene mutation project with Lian Zhen over the phone.

Meanwhile, Shang Yu, who was in the study, unexpectedly received a call from Jin Rong.

With a cigarette in hand, he leaned back into his chair and answered in a deep voice, "What is it?"

On the phone, accompanied by the clear sound of waves, Jin Rong’s doubtful tone came through, "Xiao Wu, is it you?"

The man furrowed his brows, smoke curling from the corner of his lips as he lazily replied, "What ’is it me’?"

Jin Rong’s thoughts were chaotic, and he seemed out of sorts. After a few seconds of silence, he quickly blurted out the truth.

It turned out that at eight o’clock that morning, near the waters of Wenxi Island, a nameless yacht had suddenly appeared, deserted, with a note attached to the deck.

The inscription read four large characters: Returned to the Rightful Owner.

Jin Rong’s subordinates were worried it was a trick. They checked inside and out several times, only to be dumbfounded to discover that the batch of ancient Tang Sancai porcelain they had lost was all intact in the cabin. Not only had nothing been lost, but there were also two more pieces of blue and white porcelain.

It could be called a supernatural event at sea.

After hearing his explanation, Shang Yu replied indifferently, "It wasn’t me."

Jin Rong, wearing a floral beach shorts, lay under a parasol with no semblance of image, rubbed his face, and murmured dejectedly, "If it wasn’t you, and it wasn’t Chenzi, Old Zong and Xiao Yi are even less likely. Could it be the conscience of the guy who intercepted my goods struck?"

"Probably... your nieces and nephews."

Jin Rong’s reaction was delayed by a second. His nieces and nephews... Wasn’t that referring to his god-daughter?!

He suddenly sat up from the lounge chair, his eyes filled with shock, "You mean... Qi Qi?"

Damn, could it be possible?

Shang Yu coolly curved his thin lips, "Mm, it should be."

No sooner had the words fallen than Jin Rong hung up the phone.

The man furrowed his brows, glanced at the screen, and indifferently placed his phone on the table, a hint of a smile flickering through his dark eyes.

To compel the underground boss of the Flame Alliance to return stolen goods in full, his Mrs. Shang really was surprising.

...

That night, Zuo Xuan sent a message that the examination for the Third Halls was ready and the competition could be arranged at any time.

At this time, Li Qiao was having a video call with Su Lao Si.

On the screen, Su Moshi, wearing a white coat, spoke with a light smile, "Reid told me some about how you two communicated recently. Did he suggest the MECT treatment to you?"

Li Qiao, leaning against the back of the chair with legs crossed, nodded, "Yeah, he mentioned some."

Su Moshi straightened his expression, "What do you think?"

"I haven’t considered it," Li Qiao answered bluntly. Although she’d said she would consider it, at this stage she truly did not want to intervene with any medicinal or physical treatment on Shang Yu.

Upon hearing this, Su Moshi nodded knowingly, "Actually, the clinical methods for MECT treatment are quite mature. Although Reid has told you the potential risks, you don’t have to worry too much.

On the contrary, I think, if necessary, you could discuss it with the patient. This method is currently highly regarded in the medical community for treating mental illnesses, and potential risks do not signify failure."

Li Qiao slightly raised her brows, "You think it’s feasible?"

"Indeed, the Medical Alliance has encountered many patients treated with MECT. Aside from a few exceptional cases, the majority have seen significant therapeutic effects."

The slight tension between Li Qiao’s brows relaxed considerably, "Send me a few clinical cases, I’ll take a look first."

Su Moshi chuckled lightly, then clicked a few times on his computer, "I’ve sent them to your email, including an explanation of the principles of MECT treatment."

Li Qiao smiled her thanks, about to hang up the call, when Su Moshi called out to her again, "A few days ago, Boss Xiao visited the Medical Alliance."

Li Qiao’s fingers abruptly halted on the screen. She raised her eyelids calmly, "And then?"

"There’s no ’and then.’ I didn’t see him." Su Moshi’s arm rested on the edge of the desk, gazing straight at her through the screen, "I’ve told you, I’m only on your side."

Li Qiao rested her chin on one hand, thoughtful, "Did he come looking for you specifically?"

"Probably not," Su Moshi’s handsome face was impassive, "He might have just stopped by. It was my dad who received him. Before leaving, he specifically requested a few experimental drugs for treating external injuries."