The Favored Heiress
Chapter 693: Dad, I am Mo Jue

Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Dad, I am Mo Jue

Mo Jue’s murmuring sounded helpless and aggrieved.

Having suffered the hardships of the world, who wouldn’t yearn for a home?

Li Qiao, unusually, had red eyes, gently comforting her slender shoulders as she embraced her, "It’s me who arrived late."

If not for a wrongful arrest operation, she would have never met Mo Jue.

This encounter must have been fated.

Although Li Qiao was cold by nature, she was full of passion.

From this moment on, Mo Jue was completely taken under her wing.

...

After lunch, Li Qiao decided to take Mo Jue back to the old house for a visit.

Shang Yu sat elegantly by the side, holding a cigarette in hand, taking lazy sips occasionally, his expression rather haughty.

Taking advantage of the moment Mo Jue went to wash her face, Li Qiao looked at him sideways, "Is Father Shang at the old house?"

The man faintly lifted his eyelids and casually flicked ash off his cigarette, "Planning to take her back there?"

"Yes, there are some things I want to discuss with him," Li Qiao mused, her eyes shimmering with thought.

Shang Yu turned his head and exhaled smoke, stubbed out the cigarette, and then pursed his lips with gravity, "If you’ve made up your mind, then go back."

Li Qiao inexplicably felt his tone was a bit cold, her brows furrowed slightly, as she tentatively asked, "You are... unhappy?"

Taking Mo Jue back to the old house was tantamount to directly acknowledging their identity as members of the Mu Family.

The path ahead would inevitably be fraught with thorns and not peaceful.

Was he displeased because he was worried?

At this moment, Shang Yu squinted at her, his handsome features slightly tightened, pinching her chin with his fingertips, leaning in, "I remember you haven’t served me any dishes."

She was too good to Mo Jue, her cheap sister.

Li Qiao, who kept serving dishes to Mo Jue throughout the meal and reminding her to eat well: "..."

Trying to suppress her laughter as she looked at Shang Yu, she brushed the hair by her ear, "Alright, I’ll serve you dishes in the future."

The man’s expression softened slightly, and he shook her chin, "We’ll see how you do."

If Mo Jue kept taking up so much of her energy, he would consider having Li Er brought to Parma.

...

Shortly after, two cars made their way one after the other towards the Shang Family Old House.

Half an hour later, the old house appeared close at hand.

And Mo Jue had gained a general understanding of her origins.

Looking at the grand estate of the old house, her eyes brimmed with a mix of longing and confusion, "My fate is harsh..."

She thought her parents didn’t want her, but the truth was they were no longer there.

Suddenly, the group arrived at the tea room, where Shang Zonghai had been waiting for a while.

He rose from the tea table, watching the sisters holding hands as they entered, his scrutinizing gaze falling on Mo Jue’s face.

Shang Yu did not enter, standing instead at the edge of the corridor outside the tea room, his face dark as he listened to Luoyu quietly reporting something.

Li Qiao, leading Mo Jue forward, stood in front of Shang Zonghai and declared directly, "Dad, she is Mu Jue."

A flicker of astonishment swirled behind Shang Zonghai’s glasses, his eyes intensely focusing on Li Qiao, "Mu Jue?"

The name was all too familiar.

It was because of her that Mu’s Auction House retained its name without any change to this day.

Li Qiao curved her lips into a smile, curtly explaining, "It’s that Mu’s young lady you know, Mu Jue."

Shang Zonghai suddenly clutched the Buddha Beads tightly, quickly hiding any visible emotion, his sharp eyes unblinkingly scrutinizing Mo Jue.

As for Mo Jue, who had never seen such influential figures in her life, Shang Zonghai’s presence was quietly imposing and powerful, his silent aura spreading, making even the air seem menacing.

So, she nervously picked at her fingers, subconsciously mimicking Li Qiao’s form of address, "Dad, I am Mo Jue."