The Favored Heiress
Chapter 681: She Can Understand the Parma Language

Chapter 681: Chapter 681: She Can Understand the Parma Language

What role did Elder Ming, who was able to enter the surveillance room, play here?

Since he appeared at the precinct police station, he probably knew her identity as well.

The Ming family...

Li Qiao pondered and hacked into the police system again. Although the Ming family’s information was heavily protected, it only took her a few minutes to crack the security codes.

Then, someone knocked on the iron door of the detention room twice. Without raising her head or opening her eyes, Li Qiao said, "Come in."

A clatter of key sounds followed. The person seemed to be a novice, trying seven or eight keys before finally succeeding in opening the iron door of the detention room.

Li Qiao kept her head down, her gaze locked on Ming Zhiyuan’s personal information.

Not until the iron door was carefully closed did Mo Jue, dressed in a baggy police uniform and with the cap askew, scamper up to Li Qiao and whisper in a tiny voice, "Ancestor, I’m here."

Caught off guard, Li Qiao dropped her phone on the floor.

Mo Jue glanced at her, bent down to pick up the phone, wiped it on his police uniform, and with a heh-heh laugh handed it over, "Here."

Li Qiao looked at Mo Jue expressionlessly, sighed heavily, covered the upper half of her face with her hand, and murmured, "How did you get here?"

Mo Jue’s appearance here was so astonishing that even Li Qiao was genuinely startled.

Li Qiao pulled her to sit down, her gaze sweeping across the police uniform she wore, "Where did you get this?"

Mo Jue rubbed her knees with both hands, gave her a sidelong glance, and said with a touch of shyness, "I just picked it up."

Li Qiao then picked up a bunch of keys in front of Mo Jue and shook them, "And this?"

"Hmm... I just grabbed it."

Li Qiao pondered for a few seconds; actually... that made sense.

If Mo Jue could come and go freely in even the most securely guarded museums, what was a busy police station in broad daylight to her?

Who would have thought she’d dare commit a crime right under the noses of the police officers?

At that moment, Li Qiao twisted her lips, furrowed her brows with resignation, "Didn’t I tell you to wait for me at home?"

"I was afraid they would force you into prostitution, so I thought... I’d break you out." Mo Jue saw Li Qiao’s displeasure, her voice growing softer and softer, until she was practically muttering, "Ancestor, are you mad?"

Li Qiao, who felt like she was being forced into prostitution: "..."

If you’re uneducated, please stop using idioms, okay?

That’s called being framed.

Li Qiao rested her elbows on her knees, looked down and sighed, then remembered something, "Did Luoyu come with you?"

Mo Jue pouted and shook her head, "I found my own way here. On the way, I heard that the Cultural Garden was torched, and lots of people were discussing the details, so I decided to try my luck."

When she said this, her eyes lit up, and she gesticulated as she spoke, "Then just now I was squatting at the door and hacked into their traffic surveillance, and I saw you being brought here two hours ago."

Li Qiao watched the animated Mo Jue, the corners of her mouth lifting in an unintentional shallow smile, "How did you guess that the arson at the Cultural Garden was related to me?"

Without hesitation, Mo Jue replied: "To put you in a detention room, it had to be a big deal. I also inquired about the neighboring New City precinct police station; the biggest case there today was an old man playing the insurance game."

The master thief indeed lives up to her reputation.

Li Qiao passed the fruit plate to her and tucked in the felt hat peeking out from under the edge of her police cap, "Be careful when we leave later."

Mo Jue, stuffing fruit into her mouth from the plate, nodded, "Mm-hmm, I’ve reset the surveillance footage here; no one will notice."

As she spoke, something else came to mind. She handed back the plate to Li Qiao, unzipped her police jacket, and pulled out another set... of police clothes, "Ancestor, I prepared these for you. Put them on, and let’s get out of here."

Li Qiao: "..."

I underestimated her.

"I’m not leaving, you go back first." Li Qiao, looking at the police uniform, shook her head and said quietly.

Mo Jue had a piece of fruit in her mouth, "Huh? Not leaving?"

Li Qiao responded, patting her shoulder, "I can’t leave yet, you go back first and be good."

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up her phone and dialed Luoyu’s number.

On the other end, Luoyu, who was frantically searching throughout the mall and on the verge of losing her temper, heard the news that Mo Jue snuck into the detention room. Her temples throbbed twice and she gritted her teeth in response, "Got it, I’ll be right there."

The one who gave her that skill, to enter the detention room in broad daylight!

What kind of bums are they hiring at the precinct?

Just as Mo Jue was reluctantly getting ready to leave, voices could be heard in the corridor outside the detention room.

The other party was speaking the local language of Parma; Li Qiao couldn’t understand it and couldn’t be bothered to inquire deeper.

She turned her phone screen back on and continued browsing through the Ming family’s information.

But Mo Jue stood with her back to the iron door, listening intently.

Two officers passing by outside the detention room glanced through the bars and saw Mo Jue in the police uniform. Without giving it much thought and after a quick look, they continued chatting and laughing.

Seconds later, Mo Jue bounced back to Li Qiao, asking with a face full of shock and awe, "Ancestor, did you really set fire to the Cultural Garden? They say you owe five hundred million in compensation, that’s a whole lot of money."

Li Qiao’s finger, sliding on the screen, suddenly froze in place.

Not because of the five hundred million in compensation, but...

She slowly lifted her eyelids to meet Mo Jue’s dark, clear apricot eyes, speaking very slowly, "You understand Parma Culture?"

Mo Jue adjusted her police cap, her expression a bit inexplicable, "Not really, I don’t recognize Parma Culture, but I can understand it."

She actually knew many languages because she often traveled all over the world, and picked them up naturally.

Li Qiao’s fingers gripping the phone suddenly tensed up, "You’re twenty-three years old this year?"

"Hmm," Mo Jue, fiddling with her fingers, answered Li Qiao’s every question, "When I became aware, I knew I was one year old, and every New Year, I grew a year older, that’s correct, right?"

Remembering from the age of one?

Li Qiao was amused by the thought that flashed through her mind.

It truly was unthinkable.

She set down her phone and massaged her temples, then looking into Mo Jue’s clear eyes, she gestured with her mouth towards the door, "Go back, don’t wander off with Luoyu, and call me once you get home."

Li Qiao shared her new phone number with Mo Jue and gave her a few more reminders, then watched her reluctantly move towards the door, "Ancestor, are you really not coming with me?"

"Yes, I still have things to do."

Mo Jue held onto the railing, looking back at her, and earnestly cautioned, "Then, then if you want to get out just let me know anytime, don’t do anything foolish. It’s okay to pay the money, the boss is very rich."

Li Yan, who was aimlessly searching for Mo Jue on the streets of Faliang, shivered involuntarily.

...

Mo Jue left, wearing the baggy police uniform and striding out of the police station with confidence.

She came and went in a hurry, and... not a soul noticed.

After she left, Li Qiao leaned against the wall behind her, eyes closed, pondering over Mo Jue’s origins.

She was too surprised earlier so she forgot to ask Mo Jue if she had been to Parma before.

With Mo Jue’s master thief instincts, sneaking into Parma without a visa or pass wouldn’t be difficult.

But if she’d never been, how did she learn the local language?

Parma was an independent country, with its own unique language and culture. Those who had never been here rarely took the initiative to learn the language...