The Favored Heiress
Chapter 680: The Origins of the Li Family and the Mu Family

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: The Origins of the Li Family and the Mu Family

Shang Yu glanced along the rim of his cup toward Shang Zonghai, pursed his thin lips, set down the teacup, and asked with a profound gaze, "You didn’t seem to mention why Jing Yilan would send Qiaoqiao to the Li Family."

Shang Zonghai gave him a glance, touched the Buddha Beads on his wrist, and after a long time, he explained, "Li Guangming’s father was the butler of the Mu Family. You might as well ask the girl if she has ever seen her grandparents since she was little."

The man with thick eyebrows slightly raised, waiting for what he would say next.

Shang Zonghai sighed pensively, "I’ve heard Yi Lan mention that Old Housekeeper Li’s eldest son died in an accident at the Mu Family, and not long afterward, he sent his other two sons, Li Guangming and Li Guangmao, back to their hometown in the South Sea, to be taken care of by his brothers."

He took a sip of tea, adding, "If it weren’t for sending away the Li brothers, the Li Family wouldn’t exist in the South Sea now..."

Shang Yu lowered his eyes to the teacup on the table, no wonder Mr. and Mrs. Li were exceptionally humble and respectful toward his father.

Jing Yilan must not have treated them poorly when he sent Qiaoqiao to be raised by the Li Family.

Otherwise, solely on Li Guangming and Duan Shuyuan’s economic status, they would not have remained in the position of the wealthiest for so many years.

...

At eleven in the morning, at Parma International Airport.

A slender figure clad in ordinary overalls and a plaid shirt bounced and hopped up to customs.

She wore a little felt hat on her head and a small brown cloth bag slung across, looking from afar like a vigorous youngster.

This person, Mo Jue.

She stopped at the customs counter, rummaged through her pocket, and handed over a passport.

The customs officer flipped through it, couldn’t find the visa page, and was about to stamp the entry-prohibition mark when Luoyu said in a low voice in Parma’s local language, "Wait a moment."

She stepped forward, casting a glance at the ever-spinning eyes of Mo Jue, then presented a Rare Gold Diamond Card to the counter staff.

Their manner changed at the sight of the card, they stood up immediately and bowed, swiftly grabbing the entry stamp and pounding it onto Mo Jue’s new passport without a word.

Mo Jue took back her passport, fingers tracing the fresh ink of the stamp imprint, occasionally glancing up at Luoyu with a lively spirit.

"Follow me."

Except for in front of Li Qiao, where she would show a trace of a worldly air, Luoyu treated others with a rigid and cold demeanor.

Mo Jue stood there without moving, looking left and right, and upon spotting the restroom sign, she prepared to sneak over.

Song Tiezi had mentioned that it was the ancestors who had sent her to Parma.

But this woman in front of her, she did not recognize.

Accustomed to walking on the brink of danger, Mo Jue instinctively maintained her guard at all times.

Luoyu walked forward two steps, then turned back to see her sneaky movements, chuckled coldly, and strode forward to grab Mo Jue by the collar and headed out the door.

"Hey hey, what are you doi..."

Luoyu glanced at her slender figure and warned in a low voice, "Stop fussing, the lady asked me to come for you."

Mo Jue’s hands were still scratching the back of her own head, and her struggles showed no sign of lessening, "I don’t know your lady, let me go."

"You don’t recognize your own ancestors?"

Mo Jue stopped moving, clutched her small cloth bag, and shuffled forward hesitantly, "Is it really the ancestors who sent you?"

Luoyu didn’t feel like explaining; she took out her cellphone and played a voice message.

—— Mo Jue, listen to Luoyu, don’t run around, wait for me to come back.

This recording was sent by Li Qiao from the holding cell.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mo Jue snatched Luoyu’s mobile phone with lightning speed, holding it in her hands and nodding repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I’ll be good. When are you coming back, ancestors?"

Luoyu watched Mo Jue in silent bewilderment, was she really the internationally renowned master thief Mo Jue and not some naive child?

Couldn’t she tell that was a WeChat voice message?

Luoyu tugged Mo Jue to the parking lot, opened the rear car door, and ushered her into the vehicle.

Mo Jue climbed into the car, barely settled down when Luoyu followed suit, and held out her hand, "Passport, please."

"Oh." Mo Jue was compliant, taking out the passport and presenting it with both hands, "Sister, why didn’t the ancestors come to pick me up personally, is she very busy?"

Luoyu took Mo Jue’s passport, flipped it open, and was somewhat surprised.

The text above is in Chinese, Mo Jue.

Mo Jue shares the same pronunciation with Mo Jue, but her identity had undergone a drastic change.

At the very least, no one would regard her as a habitual master thief any longer.

The car made its way back to Paibo Manor, and on the way, Luoyu answered a phone call.

"Boss."

"..."

"Yes, I’ve picked her up and am bringing her back to the manor now."

"..."

"Don’t worry, everything has been arranged. The phone has also been sent over, and the police officer in charge of the detention room is our person; they won’t make it difficult for Mrs. Li."

Detention room?

Make it difficult?

Mo Jue’s heart raced when she heard these words.

She grabbed Luoyu’s arm with her hands, her large eyes filled with worry and confusion, "Sister, why is she in the detention room?"

Having put away her phone, Luoyu explained with patience, "There was a bit of trouble, it should be resolved soon."

Mo Jue furrowed her delicate brows, twisted her body towards the door, and pulled out a phone from her small bag, her fingers swiftly operating on the keyboard.

The car was quiet for a long time, until Luoyu, out of curiosity, couldn’t help but glance over, "What are you doing?"

Mo Jue said nothing, her lips pursed seriously.

After a short while, she began to groan while clutching her stomach, "Sister, my stomach hurts; I can’t hold it much longer."

Luoyu had never had contact with Mo Jue before and didn’t know her character, her first impression being that of a clever little boy.

She kicked the driver’s seat in front of her with the tip of her foot, "Find a shopping mall."

Three minutes later, the car stopped on the service road of a shopping mall, and Mo Jue pushed open the car door and dashed... right into it.

Luoyu followed quickly behind her, but once through the revolving doors of the mall, the person was nowhere to be seen.

Damn.

What’s going on?

Luoyu looked around blankly, having never encountered such a peculiar situation before.

Li Qiao’s voice message had just reminded her to keep Mo Jue’s passport safe to prevent her from causing trouble back in South Sea.

Well, now the passport was secure, but the person was lost.

Luoyu, annoyed, ruffled her short hair and looked around once more, then with a stern face, headed for the men’s restroom.

What kind of speed did Mo Jue have? Faster than a rabbit.

...

Meanwhile, Li Qiao sat in an isolated detention room eating fruit and hacking into the police station’s system. She patiently searched for any information related to the Mu Family.

Logically, the old address of the Mu Family had always been under the jurisdiction of the Old Town District.

The records should have been the most comprehensive there.

Yet, the information regarding the Mu Family in the system was virtually non-existent.

Li Qiao looked at the sparse information, closed her eyes, and logged out of the system.

She now had reason to suspect that the family tragedy of the Mu Family, apart from the complicity of other families, might have also been shielded by someone more superior.

The first among the blue-blooded nobility, in terms of power and status, the Ling Family stood above the rest.

Outstanding and unmatched by any.

Yet they could not escape the principle that all things that reach their peak must eventually decline.