The Favored Heiress
Chapter 676: Send Mo Jue to Parma

Chapter 676: Chapter 676: Send Mo Jue to Parma

Li Qiao rested her arm on her forehead, half-squinting, and replied nonchalantly, "Yeah, I know."

Song Lao Liu fell silent for a while, touched his own half-face, and after a while muttered: "Then why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"What’s wrong?"

It was very rare for the man of few words, Song Lao Liu, to openly complain.

Song Lao Liu was quite vexed and gave a rough explanation in a few words.

It turned out that when he took Mo Jue away, it wasn’t to arrest her but, with the help of Li Qiao, to create a new identity for her.

And on behalf of the International Criminal Police Organization, he had released news internationally that Mo Jue had been captured.

Since they wanted her to start a new life, Mo Jue’s identity had to completely disappear without a trace.

For the past two months, Mo Jue had been well-behaved and had not engaged in any theft, much to the real relief of collectors and museums.

However, out of a sense of responsibility, Song Lao Liu specifically arranged for the medical team of the Criminal Police Organization to conduct a physical examination of Mo Jue.

Since he was a boy, Song Lao Liu sent four male doctors to examine her.

That day, ah, the sunshine was especially bright in some little-known town in Faliang.

Song Lao Liu stood outside the examination room, waiting for the results of Mo Jue’s physical examination.

Who knew, just a minute after the male doctors went in, a tumultuous noise erupted from inside.

Song Lao Liu made a move to push the door open and take a look, and then...

Mo Jue burst out, clutching her neckline, and at the sight of Song Lao Liu, snatched off the little felt hat on her head and threw it in his face, "Why did you arrange male doctors? You beast, you pervert..."

Song Lao Liu was dumbfounded.

He had never suffered such an indignity in his life.

’Beast’ and ’pervert’ had nothing to do with him; wasn’t he a pure-hearted young man who blushed at the sight of a woman’s thighs?!

It wasn’t just Song Lao Liu who was taken aback; even the male doctors in the examination room were at a loss, exchanging bewildered glances.

At that moment, Mo Jue pushed past Song Lao Liu and walked along the corner of the wall towards the exit, mumbling to herself, "What kind of people are you, forcing a girl to undress, why don’t you go look at murals at Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris? Pretending decency, worse than animals, abetting evil, causing chaos..."

Song Lao Liu stood there stunned, firstly shocked by her gender.

Then he wanted to remind her that ’abetting evil’ and ’causing chaos’ weren’t used correctly.

The moment his thoughts gathered, Song Lao Liu wiped his face, still faintly feeling the pain from when Mo Jue’s felt hat hit him.

After listening to his explanation, Li Qiao chuckled lightly, "Except for me, no one knows about this... keep it a secret for now."

Song Lao Liu said naively, "But I can only fill in her identity information truthfully."

"It’s fine."

"Alright then, I’ll arrange for someone to send her back to the South Sea tomorrow."

After a moment’s thought, Li Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly, "First bring her to Parma, call me when you arrive at the airport."

Song Lao Liu wasn’t one to talk much, and he hung up the phone as soon as he received a response.

Li Qiao looked at the cell phone screen, then laid it on the bench.

Having Mo Jue follow her was the safest option for now.

Otherwise, given her undying loyalty to Li Er, there was a chance she might ’resume her old trade’ if sent back to the South Sea.

...

A day and a night had already passed, and in the British Imperial, Gu Chenn still hadn’t sent any new messages.

On the contrary, it was Fu Lvting from the South Sea who first sent Li Qiao a photo, on which was a yellowing handwritten medical record from a hospital.

It was not Duan Shuyuan’s, but rather... her father Li Guangming’s.

Fu Lvting knew Li Qiao’s identity from the beginning, and Li Guangming, the South Sea’s richest man, was known to all.

Even though yesterday she only sent Duan Shuyuan’s identification information, Fu Lvting had seen such a handwritten medical record in the archives.

It was not only bizarre but also inconceivable.

Not daring to make it public, he took a photo first and sent it to Li Qiao.

Afterward, he sent a voice message, "Xiao Li, is the ID number on this one Mr. Li’s?"

Li Qiao didn’t respond to the message immediately, her gaze fixed on the yellowing medical file, unresponsive for a long time.

The handwritten date on the bottom right corner was from twenty-five years ago.

And the treatment listed for admission was... a vasectomy.

Vasectomy twenty-five years ago, and she was twenty-two years old this year.

Li Qiao closed her eyes, calmed her emotions, and typed a few words: Is there any record of a reversal operation?

Fu Lvting replied immediately: No. I’ve consulted with the chief physician at the hospital. Back then, the South Sea was undeveloped, with only one South Sea Hospital. Later on, South Sea Hospital merged with the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, and those records were transferred to the archives. There might have been some loss, and the records aren’t very complete.

Li Qiao touched her eyebrows, not bothering to type, and directly dialed his number.

On the other end, Fu Lvting’s voice carried a hint of nervousness and caution, "Xiao Li, could it be a coincidence of identical names?"

"Destroy this record for me," Li Qiao requested without any hesitation, her tone flat.

Fu Lvting fell silent for a moment, "Alright, don’t think too much about it. Back then, all medical records were handwritten, and since the data was transferred along the way, it’s very likely incomplete. This doesn’t necessarily mean anything..."

He hesitated and then added, "Moreover, the technology back then wasn’t as advanced as it is now. The likelihood of getting pregnant despite a vasectomy was quite high."

In the end, Fu Lvting had almost convinced himself of such an explanation.

If the South Sea’s wealthiest man, Li Guangming, indeed had a vasectomy twenty-five years ago, then how did Li Qiao come to be?

It couldn’t be that Duan Shuyuan had an affair, could it?

Such family scandals had occurred, but Mr. and Mrs. Li had been affectionate to this day, often appearing together at various events, and Li Qiao had been raised so well – the possibility of an affair was too small.

Li Qiao, on the other hand, was not as nervous as Fu Lvting; instead, she casually swung her toes, "Did you find my mom’s hospital admission record?"

"Not yet, these archives have been sealed in the archives room for a long time, and they haven’t been entered into the system. I understand from the administrator that they have considered trying to upload the data to the system, but it’s a huge task, and the hospital is still considering it."

Li Qiao curled her lips, looking down at her fingertips, "Mhm, destroy all records related to the vasectomy."

Fu Lvting readily agreed, "Okay."

After ending the call, Li Qiao looked up at the glaring sunlight, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions.

Suddenly, darkness fell before her eyes, and a man’s warm palm covered her eyelids, "Don’t want your eyes anymore?"

Li Qiao pressed his hand against her closed eyelids, murmuring with a hint of complaint and coquettishness, "Why were you so busy today?"

Shang Yu sat beside her, bending over, his voice as always magnetic and mellow, "Finished with business, now I’m with you."

Li Qiao pulled his hand down from her eyes, blinking her distinct, clear eyes, "I had Song Lao Liu bring Mo Jue over."

"Hmm, okay." Shang Yu looked straight into her eyes and sharply noticed the faint redness in the corners of her eyes, "Anything else?"