The Favored Heiress
Chapter 705: Those who achieve great things should not be encumbered.

Chapter 705: Chapter 705: Those who achieve great things should not be encumbered.

This time, the South Sea Yanhuang Group had become the target of public criticism, and various journalists and judicial authorities were certain to intervene and start their investigation.

Because the public needed an explanation, online views and discussions skyrocketed, and any further delay seemed to make the situation uncontrollable.

Shang Yu dealt with all the crab legs leisurely and wiped his hands with a warm towel, "Don’t bother with it."

Luoyu walked out of the dining room feeling utterly helpless, his hands clenched tightly by his sides into fists.

In the past, they had encountered countless cunning tactics.

But this time was different, as someone was conspiring to frame their boss with a criminal offense.

It was utterly malicious.

In the dining room, Li Qiao chewed her food, occasionally not forgetting to serve Shang Yu some dishes and meat. Outside their world turned upside down, but between them, it was as if nothing mattered.

Li Qiao said, "Have they been used by someone?"

The man leaned his arm on the table edge, dining gracefully, "Not necessarily."

"Oh," Li Qiao bit on her chopsticks, her gaze sweeping over the delicacies on the table, "I used to think they were stupid, but now it seems they’re not too stupid, just really evil."

Shang Yu lifted his eyelids and looked at the girl across from him who spoke so boldly, his magnetic voice laced with a smile, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll end up in jail?"

Li Qiao’s eyes burned slightly as she put down her chopsticks and looked him in the eye, "What’s there to be afraid of, I’m also a Parma citizen."

Implicit in her words, she too possessed illegal weapons.

Li Qiao, ever so serious, then asked, "Does Parma have couples’ prison cells?"

Luoyu, who had just returned intending to report, "..."

A thin smile played on Shang Yu’s lips, and the softness in his eyes looked rather pleasant, "Eat your meal properly. If that day really comes, even if there aren’t any, I could make one for you."

Li Qiao picked up her chopsticks again and accepted it matter-of-factly, "Then that’s settled."

Outside the dining room, Luoyu was speechless for the second time, "..."

Before long, she composed herself, walked into the dining room and spoke solemnly, "Boss, someone from the Tribal Chief’s Mansion next door just came over with a message, saying..."

Shang Yu lifted his arm, interrupting Luoyu, "Tell Uncle Ning, no need to bother with it for now."

Luoyu nodded, "Chief Ning indicated that the Department of Justice will start the investigation first, and if you need it, the Tribal Chief’s Council will issue a joint statement for you as soon as possible."

Li Qiao, who had been eating, suddenly raised her eyebrows.

She knew that Shang’s family had a deep relationship with the Ning Family, but to get the Tribal Chief’s Council to issue a joint statement was not something that could be done by any ordinary family connection.

After Luoyu left, Li Qiao turned to Shang Yu, quickly clarifying her thoughts, her eyes shining brightly, "Does the joint statement have something to do with the Parma Armament Factory?"

"Yeah, but we can’t issue it now."

Li Qiao’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Playing hard to get?"

The man glanced her way with a profound smile, "More than that, some identities have yet to be restored."

Li Qiao relaxed her brows and after a while, she looked down and shoveled a mouthful of rice, "How many documents did you sign when you transferred your citizenship out of Parma?"

Shang Yu did not answer that question but instead picked up his cup and took a sip of water, "No matter how many there were, they will be restored."

He spoke lightly, but Li Qiao had already guessed that Parma Armament Factory was far from just an ordinary company.

And when Shang Yu said some identities had not yet been restored, it was likely that some consequential implicit identities were also affected by the change in citizenship.

...

That afternoon, the Department of Justice urgently established an investigation team, held a discussion meeting, and then set about their investigation.

Shang Zonghai also made a phone call, his tone still steady and experienced, and he spoke without hurry, "How’s the progress now?"

Shang Yu leaned back in the sofa chair, his left arm around Li Qiao, his gaze fixed on her profile as he spoke on the phone calmly, "The Department of Justice will come by tomorrow at the latest."

Shang Zonghai responded and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, "Don’t take this lightly, the success or failure of this is crucial."

"Hmm, how is the selection of the successor going?" Shang Yu asked in a deep voice.

After a moment of silence, Shang Zonghai gave a faint smile, "Haven’t you already made up your mind? Just do as you please."

The man’s fingers curled around the wisps of hair on Li Qiao’s cheek, twirling them, and upon hearing that, his thin lips curled up slightly, "Good."

After hanging up the phone, Li Qiao glanced at him, "Dad isn’t planning to get involved?"

As she spoke, she flipped through the materials in her hands, quickly scanning the content of the documents.

Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, casually crossing his legs, "He can’t interfere. The Elders’ Hall is targeting me, not the Shang’s."

Once he was saddled with the crime of violating the criminal law, the Collateral Branch would certainly join forces with the Elders’ Hall to expel him from the Shang’s.

Thus, Shang Lu would become the sole heir and also the most controllable family head the Shang’s had had in years.

The Collateral Branch and the Elders’ Hall had lain dormant for so long, yet they hadn’t let people down.

At that moment, Li Qiao tossed the documents on the table and nestled against the man’s chest, "Any movement from Feng Yi’s side yet?"

"Are you anxious?" Shang Yu looked at her leisurely, his tone a bit off no matter how one listened.

Li Qiao knocked the back of her head lightly against his shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest, and she smiled faintly, "No, I was just wondering if the Xiao family had a hand in this incident."

After all, Ming Dailan had previous dealings with the Elders’ Hall.

"No, Hu Ying isn’t stupid, he wouldn’t join forces with outsiders along with the Elders’ Hall."

It was a simple logic; without the Shang’s, they too would have no place to stand.

Li Qiao neither agreed nor disagreed.

Once able to sit on equal footing with the family head, the Elders’ Hall was now in a precarious position.

If they were desperate, acting against common sense was also understandable.

As she was pondering, Li Qiao’s phone on the table vibrated twice.

Picking it up, she let out a faint laugh.

The message came from Bai Yan, a photo of a car accident scene, and a simple text: Counter-kill successful.

At the same time, the British Imperial mainstream media also reported a major news event.

A member of the Lower House had a car accident on his way home that night, and was currently rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, his fate unknown.

Soon, the lawmaker’s wife called Ming Dailan, crying and complaining as well.

For in the pocket of her husband’s suit, she had found a computer-printed note.

It bore a single sentence: Do not touch those who should not be touched.

And in the bottom right corner was a silver skull emblem.

Upon hearing the wife’s account, Ming Dailan comforted her with a gentle and soothing voice before abruptly ending the call.

Outside the window, the dusk deepened, and the elegant tea room was filled with the delicate fragrance of tea.

Ming Dailan elegantly sipped tea, supporting the cup with one hand as she brought it to her lips.

Xiao Hongdao, past sixty years of age, sat opposite her in a wheelchair, his eyes bright, a frown creasing his brow, casting a shadow of ruthlessness about him and showing none of the frailty of age, "They failed?"

Ming Dailan savored the tea’s aroma, set down the cup, her voice warm, "Yes, your former subordinate was too careless, sloppy in his actions, and has suffered retribution."

Xiao Hongdao’s gaze on Ming Dailan held a hint of a helpless smile, "He’s getting old; it’s inevitable. As for dealing with that young lady, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, no rush."

Ming Dailan slowly opened her eyes, a barely perceptible frown forming on her forehead, "Aren’t you afraid Ah Hui will find out?"

"So what if he does?" Xiao Hongdao gently patted his knee, rising very slowly from the wheelchair.

As she rushed over to support him, Ming Dailan once again heard Xiao Hongdao’s voice, somewhat dark, "One who seeks to achieve great things should not be hindered by attachments. From the day I passed the dukedom to him, he has had to shoulder the responsibility of the Charlman family for me.

The Border Seven Sons are but a few green youths; if he can’t make a tough decision, I, as his father, will clear the obstacles for him and at the same time, I can repay Shang Zonghai a favor. Tell me, why wouldn’t I?"