The Favored Heiress
Chapter 709: Hand in Hand, Sitting in a Police Car

Chapter 709: Chapter 709: Hand in Hand, Sitting in a Police Car

In this situation, Qin Song was at his wits’ end and could only choose to take Shang Yu back for a collaboration in the investigation.

Then, those two police dogs seemed to sniff out something, and in no time, they respectively nuzzled up to Li Qiao and Wei Lang.

Before the dogs could even bark, Li Qiao made a motion to reach out to touch one of the dog’s heads, but as she bent down, a gun fell out of her pocket.

Qin Song: "..."

Tan Sri from Myanmar, why are such an important figure sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?

The two search officers were also stunned.

The news from the past few days was still fresh in everyone’s memory, and Li Qiao’s identity as a person from Parma was widely known. Even with a search warrant, diplomatic relations could not be ignored.

So, Qin Song asked again, "Miss Li, is this a weapon from Myanmar?"

Li Qiao picked up the gun and placed it on the table, then looked up at Qin Song, "No, I took it from the cabinet."

Understood.

So you all came here wanting to get arrested today.

Forty minutes later, the search was hastily concluded.

The entire villa was cordoned off with police tape, and Li Qiao and Shang Yu were led to the police car, hand in hand.

Wei Lang strode forward with his coat flaring in the wind, the silver handgun ostentatiously visible at his waist.

All three were taken away for collaboration in the investigation, and the bodyguards were left to be questioned one by one by the police who stayed behind.

Except for... Mo Jue, who squatted on the rooftop terrace, watching the commotion.

She rested her cheek on her hand, looking at the grand procession, pursing her lips in displeasure.

Why hasn’t the boss come to pick her up yet?

Wasn’t he supposed to arrive in Parma this morning?

...

Outside the villa, Li Yan watched in disbelief as Li Qiao and Shang Yu were taken away by the police car, and without thinking, he tried to get out of the car.

But the driver/bodyguard in the front seat locked the car door, and it wasn’t until the police car had left that he turned to explain, "Mr. Li, the madam said there is someone waiting for you in the manor."

"Who?" Li Yan had no idea that Mo Jue was here, and with a very ugly look on his face, he stared at the road ahead. "What the hell is going on? Are those people from the police station?"

The bodyguard nodded, "Yes, they should be from the Security Bureau and the main office of the Police Department."

Just hearing that name one can tell they’re not to be messed with.

Li Yan urged the bodyguard to follow and have a look, but the latter completely ignored him, driving instead around to the side entrance of the manor on a small path by the lake, and entered the backyard.

The bodyguard peered out the window and pointed up to the rooftop terrace, "Mr. Li, she’s waiting for you."

Li Yan, feeling uneasy inside, impatiently followed where the bodyguard was pointing for a while, and then—

"What the fuck, Mo Mo!"

With a bang, Li Yan forcefully pushed open the door, almost stumbling in his excitement.

At that moment, Mo Jue was squatting on the rooftop, her back to Li Yan. Although far away, the little felt hat on her head was all too familiar.

It was the birthday gift he had given to Mo Mo two years ago.

"Mo Jue, come down here," Li Yan called out as he hurried forward, his heart beating faster and faster. His little sidekick, he had finally found her.

Mo Jue suddenly heard Li Yan’s voice and couldn’t quite believe it.

She turned her head and looked around, seeing Li Yan in a beige trench coat walking towards her by the sunny lakeside.

Mo Jue let out a sharp scream, snatched the hat off her head, and waved it with teary eyes, "Boss boss boss—"

As the distance between them closed, Mo Jue became impatient, finding the staircase too slow.

She immediately ran to the railing and skillfully grabbed an outdoor drainage pipe to slide down.

Li Yan watched, heart in his throat, hastening his steps to get there. Before he could scold her, Mo Jue’s petite figure had already crashed into his arms, sobbing coquettishly, "Boss boss, I’ve missed you so much!"