The Favored Heiress
Chapter 669: The Problem Might be with the Prescription

Chapter 669: Chapter 669: The Problem Might be with the Prescription

Shaoheng, Shang Lu?

Li Qiao chewed her food, stealing a glance at Fan Mei.

It was in that instant that she clearly caught the momentary shyness that flitted across her eyes.

So...

Li Qiao bit her chopstick and turned her head, her eyes brimming with amazement.

Fan Mei wasn’t here for Shang Yu?

Without delay, Shang Zonghai laughed out loud, "He’s probably lost to the world in the backyard again. Old Xiao, go call him over."

The moment Fan Mei heard Shang Lu was coming, her eyes, full of spirit, suddenly lit up.

Li Qiao bowed her head and began shoveling rice into her mouth, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

It seemed she had misunderstood Fan Mei.

Reflecting on the recent past, although she had not stopped scrutinizing Shang Yu, there didn’t seem to be too much amorous impurity, more curiosity and scrutiny.

And the reason she had stars in her eyes in the side hall, was it because she thought... Shang Lu was coming?

For the first time, Li Qiao felt a sense of relief about the existence of Shang Lu, her little uncle.

Mu’s Auction House, better save that for later.

...

After about a few minutes, Shang Lu followed Housekeeper Xiao into the dining hall with a sullen face. He looked around and directly found the most secluded spot to sit down.

Shang Zonghai introduced him, "This is your Uncle Fan, and that’s Xiao Mei. I remember you two have met before?"

Shang Lu called out, "Uncle Fan," and when he looked toward Fan Mei, he cautiously shifted a bit to the side, as if afraid she would pounce on him like a savage wolf.

Fan Mei, he did indeed know her.

A few months ago, their two groups had an unexpected encounter at Parma Nightclub, and that idiot Lu Xiheng happened to know her brother.

As a result, that night Fan Mei didn’t know what came over her, but she kept cozying up to him with obvious intent, making him sick enough to throw up all night when he got back.

Now, ever since Shang Lu appeared, Fan Mei’s eyes had hardly left him. Occasionally, she struck up conversation with him and offered him food, launching into an offensive approach.

This scene brought quite some comfort to Li Qiao’s heart.

Shang Lu, after all, was of some use.

Halfway through the meal, Shang Lu hastily put down his chopsticks without eating much, "Dad, Uncle Fan, I’ll go back to my room first."

Fan Mei’s eyes visibly dimmed.

Shang Zonghai frowned slightly, "What’s the rush? Your Uncle Fan and Xiao Mei are rarely here, sit down for me."

Reluctantly, Shang Lu leaned back in his chair and lied on the fly, "Why wouldn’t I be in a rush? There’s a prescription in a medical book that I’ve been struggling to understand, and just when I got to the crucial annotation, you called me over..."

The speaker unintentional, the listener intentional.

In an instant, Li Qiao’s previously muddled thoughts cleared, like fog being dispersed.

Perhaps, everyone had fallen into a misunderstanding, which is whether someone had approached Shang Yu during his medication preparation.

After all, this would be the easiest shortcut to tamper with the medicine.

But what if the real problem lay in the prescription itself?!

Madam Xiao must have checked the truth back then and very likely fell into the same thinking trap as she had.

Shang Yu was the Young Master of a traditional medicine family with medical knowledge handed down from Madam Xiao and also instruction from the Shang’s, so it was instinctive for no one to doubt the authenticity of the prescriptions.

Even she herself made the same judgment in the first instance, first considering the likelihood of being framed by someone else.

They were all the same, holding absolute trust in the medicine prepared by Shang Yu.

This subconscious reaction easily led to the overlooking of the improbable probabilities.

Li Qiao pinched her chopstick, her eyelids drooping as her breath grew much heavier.

At this moment, while everyone’s attention was still on Shang Lu and Fan Mei, she took the opportunity to sneak out her phone from her pocket and quietly sent a WeChat message to Luoyu.

The meal ended after half an hour.

After dinner, the group moved to the rest area of the side hall.

Shang Lu had already made himself scarce.

Shang Zonghai and Fan Minli were still discussing the recent state of Mu’s Auction House, and Fan Mei occasionally looked outside the door, clearly distracted.

Li Qiao seemed no different on the surface, but her mood was extremely heavy as she eyed Shang Yu, considering whether to whisper to him at his side, "I’m going out for some air."

The man narrowed his eyes, a faint furrow forming on his thick brows, "I’ll accompany you."

"No need," Li Qiao said with a smile, patting him lightly, "Our guests are still here, it’s not proper for both of us to go out."

Shang Yu hooked his thin lips, his eyes deep, "Don’t go too far."

Li Qiao said she understood, then walked around the coffee table, nodded apologetically at Shang Zonghai and Fan Minli, and instantly disappeared at the entrance of the side hall.

...

Outside the door, Luoyu was absent, only Housekeeper Xiao and a few servants were quietly waiting.

Li Qiao pretended to wander around; she didn’t have much time, and staying too long would definitely arouse Shang Yu’s suspicion.

She entered the ecological garden and quietly asked any servant she encountered, "Where is Shang Lu’s private residence?"

"Ah, Miss Li, are you looking for the second young master?"

Li Qiao nodded, "Take me there."

Seeing her clear and cold gaze, the servant dared not ask further, and hurried along the garden’s path, not forgetting to introduce the old house’s scenic spots along the way.

After a good seven or eight minutes, a standalone loft appeared near a garden of medicinal herbs.

The servant pointed casually, murmuring softly, "Miss Li, that’s the place, but no woman is allowed in the second young master’s private residence..."

Li Qiao, as if she hadn’t heard, dismissed the servant and strolled in.

At this time, Shang Lu was humming a song in the hanging chair of his backyard’s medicine garden, drinking beer, living quite the bourgeois life.

One wouldn’t have guessed that he was troubled over a medical prescription.

The footsteps behind him grew closer, and Shang Lu’s face hardened, "Put the beer down and leave."

Li Qiao stepped forward, glancing at the small table next to the hanging chair, she naturally picked up a can of beer, popped the tab and took a gulp.

Shang Lu peeked out from the hanging chair, inhaling sharply before quickly drawing back in.

Shit, a woman!

Who let her in?

Li Qiao tilted her head back, downing half the can of beer, her restless emotions gradually settling.

She stood beside the hanging chair, maintaining a moderate distance, "Let’s go inside, I have something to ask you."

Shang Lu clung to the hanging chair, stammering, "You, you, take a few steps back first."

"Hurry up," Li Qiao urged him, running out of patience.

Shang Yu climbed out of the hanging chair using hands and feet, casting wary glances at Li Qiao as he hurried towards the room.

Too frightening.

He was already feeling uncomfortable now.

Inside the loft, Li Qiao walked to the sofa and sat down, the beer can in her hand now misshapen, "Who taught you medical skills?"

What kind of weird question is that?

Shang Lu’s eyes flickered, "Both my parents, and the pharmacist at the pharmacy."

Li Qiao looked up, staring at him unblinkingly, "What about Shaoyan? Who taught him?"

"The same as me," Shang Lu saw Li Qiao sitting on the sofa as immovable as a mountain, relaxing his guard, and counter-asked, "What’s wrong?"

Li Qiao touched her chin, getting straight to the point, "How many contraceptive and pregnancy-preserving traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions does Shang’s have?"

Shang Lu was stunned by her question, "This... I haven’t researched that."

He couldn’t even touch women, let alone treat them.

Diseases related to women were beyond the scope of his studies.

Li Qiao put down the beer can, murmuring a sigh, "Can you check for me, I just want the prescriptions."

Shang Lu had no aversion to Li Qiao, his only issue was with women in general.

Their calm and peaceful communication slightly embarrassed Shang Lu, "Just the prescriptions?"

Li Qiao nodded indifferently, "Just the prescriptions, if it’s convenient, don’t tell Shaoyan and... our dad for now."

Shang Lu’s expression relaxed significantly, and after a brief thought, he slapped his thigh, "Alright. But you want contraceptives, and you want to preserve a pregnancy, do you want to have a baby or not?"

"Thanks for the trouble," Li Qiao didn’t answer, just thanked him and left.

Shang Lu stood there in a daze, thinking that women, indeed, were troublesome creatures.