The Favored Heiress
Chapter 688: Do You Understand the Difference Between Men and Women?

Chapter 688: Chapter 688: Do You Understand the Difference Between Men and Women?

In just a short ten minutes or so, reporters left one after another, and the commotion in front of the police station also came to a close.

Shang Zonghai watched Li Qiao with a smile, patted her shoulder, and praised her generously, "Girl, you did well."

Shang Lu’s eyes darted around, and after a short while, he stepped forward, gave Li Qiao a thumbs up, and sincerely praised her, "Sis-in-law, awesome."

This younger brother-in-law was now completely in awe of his sister-in-law’s capabilities.

A perfect match for his big brother, more than enough.

At this moment, Shang Yu lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at Shang Lu who was making quite a scene, his thin lips slightly raised, clearly pleased.

Shang Zonghai stood with his hands behind his back, fingering his Buddha Beads, and watched Shang Lu with a look full of amusement and teasing.

The foolish boy couldn’t recognize a gem and deserves to be alone.

Not long after, Shang Yu prepared to get into the car and go home, hugging Li Qiao.

Shang Zonghai stepped aside and called out in a low voice, "Going back to the old house first?"

Shang Yu, with one hand in his pocket, didn’t look back as he led Li Qiao to the car, "No."

Seeing this, Shang Zonghai could only helplessly watch the black Rolls-Royce Ghost drive out of the police station, a faint smile surfacing in his deep eyes.

"Dad, I’ll head back to the pharmacy first then," Shang Lu muttered and turned to leave.

Originally, he had been discussing medical prescriptions with the Pharmacist at the pharmacy all day today, but got dragged to the police station halfway through to back up his sister-in-law.

At first, he thought it was making a big fuss over a small issue, but now, he was glad he came; otherwise, how could he witness his sister-in-law’s shining moment.

Shang Zonghai waved his hand, "Come home early tonight, don’t wander around unnecessarily these next few days."

"Got it."

...

Upon returning to the estate, Li Qiao got out of the car and immediately saw Mo Jue, wearing a checked shirt, bouncing over, "Ancestor~"

Following her was Luoyu, who was walking with careful steps.

Mo Jue sprinted to Li Qiao, instinctively wanting to hug her with arms spread wide, but someone pulled at her collar from behind, yanking her back harshly.

Luoyu, holding her collar, warned in a low voice, "No random hugging."

Do you not understand the difference between men and women?!

Mo Jue struggled a bit but didn’t bother to argue, stamped her foot on the spot, and then grinned at Li Qiao, "You’re back."

Speaking of which, she cautiously glanced at Shang Yu and very formally greeted, "Master Yan."

Li Qiao wore a light smile on her lips as she walked up and straightened Mo Jue’s collar, "Are you getting accustomed to living here?"

"Accustomed, accustomed," Mo Jue nodded vigorously like pounding garlic, naturally taking Li Qiao’s arm and speaking as they walked, "Ancestor, when are we going back to the South Sea?"

She missed the boss.

But the Ancestor wouldn’t let her contact the boss...

Li Qiao and Mo Jue wandered past the fountain, Li Qiao turning her head to look at the androgynous cheek in front of her, "Are you in a hurry to go back?"

The two of them entered the living room together, while Luoyu’s mouth twitched slightly, looking deeply at Shang Yu who was left behind, coughed lightly, but dared not speak.

The relationship between this Mo Jue and the madam was a bit too close.

Isn’t the boss jealous?

At that moment, Shang Yu’s eyes darkened as he looked towards the living room; he leisurely adjusted his sleeve cuffs and said with a curved lip, "Find something for her to do."

Luoyu nodded, racking his brain to think of something for Mo Jue to do.

Maybe take her to weed the backyard.

...

In the living room, Mo Jue tugged at the straps of his dungarees, turning to face Li Qiao with probing "puppy dog eyes," "Will we be staying in Parma for a long time?"

"Maybe," Li Qiao replied ambiguously, as everything in Parma had just started.

If she were to return to her home country now, she would likely bring endless troubles to the Li Family.

Last night at the hotel, Shang Yu had already mentioned the deep ties between the Li and Mu families.

Therefore, she couldn’t expose the Li Family to danger.

Mo Jue ’oh’ed, tugging at his straps again and sneaking glances at Li Qiao, "So, can I give the boss a call..."

She’d been gone so long; she just hoped her boss hadn’t forgotten about her.

Li Qiao regarded Mo Jue with a distant look, for a moment forgetting to speak.

Actually, Mo Jue was quite good looking, with the boyish charm and the vivacity of a girl.

Especially those deep, clear black almond eyes, untainted, utterly pure and free of any impurity.

Li Qiao stared for quite a while before sighing with resignation; she truly couldn’t find any resemblance to herself in Mo Jue’s face.

Perhaps, she had been mistaken.

Li Qiao was lost in her thoughts, shadows flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Her silence left Mo Jue feeling uneasy, prompting her to reach out and tug at Li Qiao’s hem, "I was just asking casually, I don’t necessarily have to contact them..."

Having grown up in the lower echelons of society, Mo Jue was naturally sensitive and keenly observant.

With people she cared about, she always adopted a more pleasing demeanor.

Like how she stole paintings for Li Yan and risked her life for him, just because he once gave her a loaf of bread on the street and didn’t turn a cold eye or speak harshly to her, so she believed he was the best to her.

Li Qiao meant the same to her.

Coming back to her senses and seeing the nervousness in Mo Jue’s eyes, Li Qiao’s gaze softened, and she smiled slightly, "Don’t worry, you will naturally be able to see him after some time."

Mo Jue nodded obediently like a good child, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

Li Qiao’s gaze shifted away from Mo Jue’s face, leaning back in her chair, she slowly crossed her slender legs and looked straight ahead, "Have you been to Parma before?"

"Maybe," Mo Jue replied as she sat upright, furrowing her brows in thought, "I don’t remember much about my childhood, just that I had to beg in the streets every day. Only if I got money, was there food to eat."

Li Qiao’s heart tightened, and she turned abruptly, "Do you remember which street it was?"

Mo Jue rubbed the short hair on her head, reminiscing seriously, and after a while, she sulkily pouted, "I can’t remember, I just recall always getting beaten up because I couldn’t get any money. Later, in order to get enough to eat..."

She paused, scratching her chin, and her voice lowered, "I learned a skill—if I couldn’t beg for money, I had to take it..."

Li Qiao closed her eyes; through Mo Jue’s recollections, she could piece together many scenarios.

Forcing children to beg in the streets reminded her of domestic human trafficking rings.

She didn’t know whether to consider Mo Jue fortunate or not; although her childhood was rife with hardship, at least she hadn’t been maimed to earn sympathy and money on the streets.

Li Qiao picked up a slice of orange from the table and offered it to Mo Jue, "Do you want to go to school?"

Mo Jue stuffed the orange slice into her mouth, shaking her head, "Never thought about it. Ancestor, do you want me to go to school?"

Li Qiao didn’t answer. She needed to carefully consider Mo Jue’s future plans.

...

Half an hour later, as the sky at 6 PM basked in the deep blue twilight, Luoyu was pulling weeds by the lake in the backyard with Mo Jue.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu were sitting in front of the bar in the side hall, facing a window that opened up to the backyard view.

A breeze passed, dispersing the aroma of alcohol in the air.

Li Qiao, one foot on the ground, watched Mo Jue hopping around the lake and glanced sideways at Shang Yu, "Could Mo Jue possibly be a child of the Mu Family?"