The Favored Heiress
Chapter 697: What breed am I, hmm?

Chapter 697: Chapter 697: What breed am I, hmm?

Li Qiao hooked her lips in a faint smile, "I can’t say I dislike it, but I indeed have no particular feelings about it."

It was only because of Shang Yu that Parma sparked her yearning and curiosity.

Beyond that, even the Mu Family couldn’t stir her emotions.

Shang Yu caressed the top of her head, his eyes softened by the lamp light radiated warmth, "I’ll arrange to return as soon as I can."

Elsewhere, at the South Sea Li Family.

As evening approached, the magnificent sunset painted half the sky red.

Duan Shuyuan stood with her arms crossed near the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, her expression slightly complex, as if laden with worries.

A few sighs escaped her lips, just in time for Li Guangming, who happened to be passing by, to hear, "What’s the matter, sighing like that?"

Duan Shuyuan didn’t move, maintaining her original posture, "You tell me, Qiaoqiao has been in Parma for several days now, do you think Elder Shang will tell her the truth about the past?"

Li Guangming’s expression stiffened for a moment, he walked up beside her, his voice also dropping several degrees, "He might, after all, the two kids are already married."

"Then... can Qiaoqiao still acknowledge us?" Duan Shuyuan’s eyes reddened a bit, betraying her anxiety, "What if she decides to stay in Parma in the future? I... "

Hearing this, Li Guangming’s heart skipped a beat, he quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulders to comfort her, "No, that won’t happen, it definitely won’t. Don’t you know our daughter? She would never disown us."

Such words, it seemed, were like deceiving himself and others, spoken for his own sake.

Duan Shuyuan wasn’t as optimistic as he was, she rubbed the corner of her eyes, feeling choked up, "How great it would be if she truly was my own child. What do all those troubles have to do with her? I’d rather she always be kept in the dark and live happily."

Back in the day, Mr. and Mrs. Li had three sons, and Duan Shuyuan’s greatest regret was not having a daughter.

However, her body was significantly worn down from several childbirths, especially when giving birth to the third son, which involved a severe hemorrhage accompanied by a mild amniotic fluid embolism.

Li Guangming was terrified at the time, and later, without telling her, he went for a vasectomy.

Therefore, when they unexpectedly gained Li Qiao as a daughter, Duan Shuyuan was overjoyed and poured all her motherly love into her.

They didn’t raise Li Qiao simply to fulfill a duty.

From the day they brought her home from Shang Zonghai’s arms, the little Li Qiao became their daughter.

At this moment, Li Guangming also couldn’t help but let out a sigh, gripping Duan Shuyuan’s shoulder tighter, he muttered, "Our child has grown up, she has the right to know. Even if she wants to acknowledge her ancestors and return to her clan, we... can’t stop her."

"I understand the reasoning, but..." Duan Shuyuan said as she started to wipe her tears, "Qiaoqiao is only twenty-two, growing up carefree. If Elder Shang really hands over the burdens of the Mu Family to her, she’ll be terrified."

Li Guangming furrowed his brows tightly, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to comfort Duan Shuyuan.

Just then, Zong Yue, who had walked into the living room, stood at the door, feeling a bit at a loss.

She had naturally heard Duan Shuyuan’s words, she swallowed hard, and wanted to ask: Do you perhaps have some misunderstanding about Qiaoqiao?

Although she didn’t know what ’the burdens of the Mu Family’ meant, Zong Yue felt that even if the sky fell, it wouldn’t necessarily scare her Aunt Xiao Wu.

After all, she was someone who could travel visa-free to the British Imperial... Did she even know how to write the word "fear"?

Zong Yue scratched her head, silently stepping back from the living room, standing under the portico of the entryway. She cleared her throat and shuffled in place, "Mom, I’m back."

Mr. and Mrs. Li, hearing her footsteps, quickly composed themselves, and Duan Shuyuan, wiping away her tears, returned to the sofa and picked up her teacup pretending to drink.

Seconds later, Zong Yue entered the living room again, catching sight of Duan Shuyuan’s reddened eyelids, she shook the fruit gift box in her hand, "Mom, Dad, a colleague gave me a box of snow pears, I’ll go cut some for us to try."

Duan Shuyuan forced a smile, "Don’t bother yourself, just take it to the kitchen for the maid."

"It’s fine, I could use the practice with the knife," Zong Yue replied, carrying the gift box to the kitchen, also giving the older couple time to gather their emotions.

In the kitchen, she closed the glass door, leaning against the sink in contemplation.

Although it was just a quick glance, she could see clearly that her parents’ emotions seemed a bit off, and especially her mother looked like she had been crying. Were they worried about Qiaoqiao?

Zong Yue pondered for a few seconds and realized that indeed, it had been a while since she had contacted Qiaoqiao.

Moreover, recently she hadn’t even been to the company, President Xi said she was on a business trip.

Zong Yue took out her phone and glanced at the time, it wasn’t even six o’clock yet, calling her shouldn’t be a disturbance.

With that thought, she had already dialed the number.

It was ten o’clock at night Parma Time, and the sultry master bedroom was filled with an untimely vibrating sound.

Coming from underneath the pillow.

Li Qiao’s face was covered with a thin layer of sweat; at the beginning of the vibration, she thought she was hallucinating.

The ceiling swaying was one thing, but why was the pillow starting to buzz too?

After a moment of unbearable moaning, Li Qiao pushed on Shang Yu’s chest, "Wait a minute..."

The man was lying on top of her, his eyes dangerously narrowed as he took out the phone and raised his hand as if to throw it away.

"Let me see who it is..." Li Qiao grabbed his wrist, her voice soft and hoarse as she whispered, "It might be important."

Shang Yu’s movements in his waist did not stop, and there was even a tendency to intensify.

Li Qiao shifted to the side and blinked before she could see the caller ID; it was her sister-in-law, Zong Yue.

Normally, unless there was something important, her sister-in-law rarely called her.

"I’ll, take a, call?" Li Qiao said in a halting voice, the man on top of her forehead was sweating, slowing his movements.

He didn’t speak but seemed to agree to her suggestion.

Li Qiao composed her breathing and slid down to answer, "Sister-in-law... mmm..."

Zong Yue’s call of ’Qiaoqiao’ got stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down.

What did she hear? Why did that moaning sound seem so familiar?

Li Qiao hadn’t expected that the moment she answered, Shang Yu’s forceful thrust nearly made her scream aloud.

Zong Yue quietly probed, "Qiaoqiao, what are you, doing?"

Li Qiao, with one hand pushing against Shang Yu, was expressionless but blushing as she said each word distinctly, "Nothing, feeding the dog."

"Ah, you got a dog? What breed? Can I come to see it?"

Zong Yue was indeed both shocked and pleased; she liked dogs, but never had the chance to keep one in the Zong Family before.

At that moment, the phrase ’digging one’s own grave’ popped into Li Qiao’s mind.

In front of her was a man whose expression was becoming more dangerous by the second, and in her ear was her sister-in-law incessantly asking about the dog’s breed.

Li Qiao endured a few more thrusts, gasping for air, and asked very slowly, "Sister-in-law, did you need something...?"

Zong Yue let out an ’ah’, covering the mouthpiece and nodded, telling Li Qiao in an unhurried tone about Duan Shuyuan having cried.

In just half a minute’s time, for Li Qiao, it was torture akin to hell.

Shang Yu leaned over, nibbling on her other earlobe, his voice husky and teasing, "What breed am I, hm?"

Under such dual stimulation, Li Qiao couldn’t help but shiver throughout her body.

"Are you listening?" Zong Yue looked at the screen and called out ’Qiaoqiao’ a couple more times.