The Favored Heiress
Chapter 687: The Mu Family Comes Back to Collect Debt

Chapter 687: Chapter 687: The Mu Family Comes Back to Collect Debt

Li Qiao tilted her head, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, "Take on the responsibility alone?"

Ming Zhiyuan forced himself to bow deeply, as if to offer a grand salute, "Yes, I’ll take on the responsibility alone. You, being so kind-hearted..."

Before he could finish speaking, he looked up and saw that Li Qiao had already stepped aside to let him pass.

"Patriarch Ming, you are my elder in terms of age, and I am not blessed enough to accept your salute," Li Qiao said, standing a few steps away from Ming Zhiyuan, mockery dancing in her delicate features. "You said you would take on the responsibility, regardless of right or wrong. Does that include the matters of the Mu Family as well?"

In his entire life, Ming Zhiyuan had never lost his composure in front of a younger person.

But at that moment, his form shook as he staggered backwards, his pupils dramatically contracting, "You, you..."

His appearance, that of a guilty conscience, made words unnecessary; everything was clear as day.

Li Qiao’s hands in her pockets, those eyes so much like Jing Yilan’s staring intently at Ming Zhiyuan, she articulated each word ponderously, "So, concerning the Mu Family, can you still take on the responsibility alone?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, child. Do not believe slanderous talk, what Mu Family, Parma doesn’t have a Mu Family..." He was murmuring to himself like self-hypnosis, shaking his head and repeating ’Parma doesn’t have a Mu Family’.

In this scene, Li Qiao achieved her goal. With a light sigh, she curved her lips upward, took two steps forward, and stood beside Ming Zhiyuan, glancing sideways at him, "Patriarch Ming, remember to inform everyone. The Mu Family... has come back to collect debts."

With those words, she sauntered out of the detention room.

Perhaps it was the intense tension of their conversation, but Ming Zhiyuan, moving slowly, walked out of the detention room and seeing the back of Li Qiao, was overwhelmed with rage to the point of fainting.

The butler outside in the corridor exclaimed and ran up to support him, while the officer also hurried over to help.

In less than three minutes, the butler called the Ming family driver, and together with the officers, they carried Ming Zhiyuan out of the police station’s back door and quietly made their way to the hospital.

...

As for Li Qiao, even as Ming Zhiyuan fainted, it did not arouse any compassion in her.

The Mu Family had been destroyed, their property seized, and three children died in infancy. Those who had once formed alliances with them, had they ever shown any pity for them?!

Li Qiao, carrying an aura of deadly energy, walked out of the police station, her eyes crimson in the setting sun, a turbulent viciousness swirling in their depths.

Not until she saw the shadowy crowd in the courtyard of the police station did a trace of surprise climb onto her brows and eyes.

Within her field of view, the first to catch her eye was Shang Yu.

His tall and straight figure in dark clothes stood under the orange sunlight, enveloped by the light and forming the most striking hues.

Li Qiao unconsciously stepped forward, wanting to get closer to him, but then someone called by her ear, "Tan Sri."

Another hearty greeting followed, coming from the highest-ranking representative of the Embassy, Sayyibun.

Li Qiao sighed with resignation, turned to him, and mockingly clasped his arm, "Uncle Sa, it’s been a tough day for you."

Standing next to Sayyibun was Ning Yuanyang, and the reporters had been cleared out of the station to the side road outside.

All were reporters from the official media directly under the Tribal Chief’s Council, and they all knew Sayyibun, a foreign diplomat from Myanmar.

Anyone who could make him bow in salute was undoubtedly of high status.

The future looked bleak for the Ming family.

Sayyibun straightened his back and teased with a smile, "This can hardly be called hard work, but if something happened to you in Parma, how would I explain to Prince Wu Lv?"

Li Qiao glanced at Shang Zonghai and the others to her right, "Uncle Sa, allow me to introduce them to you."

"No need for introductions, I know everyone already," Sayyibun said, walking towards Shang Zonghai to shake his hand. He then addressed Li Qiao, "I have met Patriarch Shang before, but I did not expect that you would be his daughter-in-law."

Shang Zonghai glanced at Ning Yuanyang, then patted Sayyibun on the shoulder, exchanging pleasantries with a smile, "Mr. Sa, feel free to visit our home whenever you have time. We can have a few drinks together then."

"No problem, definitely if there’s a chance," Sayyibun responded politely, and then advised Li Qiao, "I have to head back to the Embassy for other matters. If you have any problems while you’re in Parma, remember to contact me at any time."

Li Qiao nodded in thanks and personally saw Sayyibun to his car.

As they were parting, he lowered the car window and asked in a hushed voice, "Does the Ming family need me to keep up the pressure?"

Li Qiao looked down at her toes, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly, "No need for now, I can handle this little matter."

"Alright, don’t be shy to ask for any support you need," Sayyibun said, his gaze indiscernible as he looked towards Shang Zonghai and the others, "Remember, the Myanmar Cabinet Office is your maternal family."

Li Qiao nodded obediently, "Got it, Mr. Sa. Have a safe trip."

After sending off Sayyibun, she rubbed her forehead and turned around, only to see Shang Yu approaching from the backlight, already within reach.

Without a word, the man stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace, caressing her back as if to comfort her, "Can we go home now?"

Li Qiao’s cheek was pressed against his chest, surrounded by a familiar refreshing scent, her voice crisp, "Yes, let’s go home."

Not far away, Ning Yuanyang stood in front of Shang Zonghai, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Your daughter-in-law really is something, she almost turned the Tribal Chief’s Council upside down."

This was because that morning, Sayyibun, as a representative of Myanmar’s diplomacy, went directly to the Tribal Chief’s Council and issued a formal letter in the name of the Myanmar Cabinet Office.

This was also the most severe diplomatic blunder since the establishment of relations between the two countries, and the Tribal Chief’s Council had issued a top-priority emergency order to ensure Tan Sri departed from the police station unharmed.

If it could clear up the misunderstanding, sacrificing the Ming family was an acceptable loss.

At this moment, Shang Zonghai stood with his hands behind him facing Ning Yuanyang, his glasses reflecting a light that obscured the smile in his eyes, "My family’s children are no fools."

Standing to the side, Shang Lu, hearing the praise, puffed out his chest as pride swelled within him.

His sister-in-law was truly damn impressive and a face-saver!

Ning Yuanyang chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, I know you found a treasure in your family, but try to be a bit modest."

Shang Zonghai twirled the Buddha Beads, and glanced back at the reporters on the roadside, "Did you arrange for those official media?"

"I’d prefer to downplay the whole issue, why would I arrange for reporters," Ning Yuanyang said, massaging his temple and motioning with his mouth towards Shang Yu, "It was your Young Master who gave my brother a call. When the Chief issued the order, all the official media under direct control were mobilized. Are you trying to crush the Ming family?"

Shang Zonghai’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk, "Having the official media camp out at the police station isn’t appropriate. They should go to the Ming family’s residence."

Ning Yuanyang tensed up, but before he could speak, Shang Lu had already taken the initiative to approach the journalists outside the courtyard, blatantly leaking the detailed address of the Ming family’s old house.

Shang Zonghai watched him with amusement, pulling back his gaze only to exclaim, "How did this brat suddenly get so smart?"

Ning Yuanyang: "..."

An old saying in Parma really hit the nail on the head.

You might offend the King of Hell and live, but never the King of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Otherwise, he could silently make you experience all the sufferings of the world.

Ning Yuanyang didn’t linger long after ensuring Li Qiao was safe, and he left to report back to the Tribal Chief’s Council.

As the sun set obliquely, it seemed the Ming family was headed for trouble with no chance of redemption.