The Favored Heiress
Chapter 736: Take Me to the British Imperial With You

Chapter 736: Chapter 736: Take Me to the British Imperial With You

Li San patted Li Qiao’s head and hooked his thin lips, whispering softly, "I have it all figured out."

The next second, his palm was empty as Shang Yu embraced Li Qiao’s shoulders and turned towards the gangway.

Li San watched their retreating figures, chuckled, and glanced sideways at Nan Xin, "Let’s go."

Nan Xin followed him with a vacant gaze, but anxiety churned within her.

She couldn’t see through Li San, let alone understand him. Having fought by his side for years, she knew all too well about his volatile temper.

The tenderness and overbearing attitude he showed today might just be a whim.

Who knows if tomorrow he would become unpredictable again, ridiculing her with his cold sarcasm.

Nan Xin walked more slowly, her head down, fearing the warmth he offered was just a mirage.

It would make her feel like a clown, played for fun, a mere joke to him.

Nan Xin was preoccupied with her thoughts until her icy fingers were wrapped in a soothing warmth. She lifted her head in confusion; it was Li San holding her hand, strolling under the warm sun.

The sunlight above was scorching, yet not as warm as his palm.

Nan Xin’s heartbeat pounded like a drum, her breathing erratic, and slowly she curled her fingertips around his palm.

Even if it was all an illusion, who could resist such sugar-coated shells?

Nan Xin’s youthful heart stirred, quietly closing the distance between them, only to hear the blunt commentary of an unromantic man, "Are you cold?"

Li San observed her movement closer to his arm, his brow furrowed slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Does this woman not know how tempting her figure is?

Constantly pressing against him, does she think he’s Liu Xia Hui?

Nan Xin took a deep breath, shook off his hand, and haughtily lifted her chin, "I’m not cold, I’m hot!"

Damn the sugar-coated shells, he was clearly an unyielding straight man’s atomic bomb.

...

In the evening, the plane arrived in the South Sea.

Li Qiao slowly opened her eyes in Shang Yu’s arms, her brows furrowed, "Have we arrived?"

The man responded and casually took a cup of water from the low table to moisten her throat, "Uncomfortable?"

"I’m fine," Li Qiao took a sip of water, turned her head to look out the window at the familiar tarmac, and some words were lodged in her throat, unable to be spoken.

Last night, when Shang Yu went out to take a call, her teacher told her that the large dose of sleeping pills found in the Mu Family’s food was very likely to have come from Shang’s.

As a traditional Chinese medicine family, Shang’s medicine stores spanned the whole of Parma, and they also had numerous western medicine channels.

According to Mu Aoxian, even if drug distribution wasn’t controlled, it would be very difficult for the average person to obtain such a large quantity of medications in a short time.

The only possibility was that someone had supplied a large dose of sleeping pills.

Also, in Mu Aoxian’s exposition, Li Qiao unexpectedly learned that Ming Zhiyuan and Jing Yilan had business dealings and were close friends despite their age difference.

If that was true, Ming Zhiyuan’s subsequent actions warranted further scrutiny.

And this close friend had betrayed their friendship.

Li Qiao pinched the bridge of her nose. Did Jing Yilan have poor judgment, to become close friends with Ming Zhiyuan?

Regarding the supplier of sleeping pills, although Mu Aoxian did not explicitly say so, Li Qiao sensed he was implying Ming Dailan.

As she pondered, Li Qiao’s head throbbed, she took a few more sips of water to suppress her emotions, and turned to see Mo Jue still hunched over at the cabin’s bar doing homework.

She moved out of Shang Yu’s embrace and walked over leisurely, her gaze sweeping over the mosquito bite on her face, "Should I take you back to school first?"

Mo Jue looked up, thought seriously for a moment, "The boss asked me to report to him first."

Li Qiao looked at the countless red crosses on the iPad exercise page, pursed her lips, "Stop writing, I’ll take you there in a bit."

Mo Jue ’oh’ twice, quickly packed up her notebook and iPad, shook her backpack, and three pink envelopes fell out of the outer pocket onto the ground.

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, unintentionally recalling that her second brother asked her to check Mo Jue’s backpack, could it be these?

At this moment, Mo Jue jumped down from the high stool, picked up the envelopes from the floor, and looked them over, "What are these?"

"Love letters."

Li Qiao said indifferently, Mo Jue frowned, "Love letters? For me?"

As the cabin door opened, Li Qiao said with a playful look in her eye, "Take them back to your boss."

"Oh, okay." Mo Jue carefully put away the love letters, zipped up, and then exclaimed softly, "Oh right, sis, look at this."

As Li Qiao stood still and looked back, Mo Jue pulled out a golden card from her denim jeans and handed it over like a treasured gift.

It was a very heavy pure gold bank card.

Li Qiao looked at it for a few moments, spoke quietly, "Keep it."

Mo Jue juggled the high-quality card, her brow furrowed in confusion, "Aunt Liu gave this to me this morning, she said it was a meeting gift from my second uncle. Is this a bank card or a gold brick? If I melt it down, could I make a gold bracelet out of it?"

Li Qiao looked at her with an indescribable expression, "The money in there is enough for you to buy a thousand gold bracelets."

Mo Jue fell silent, carefully stuffed the card into her pocket, feeling it over and over, her eyes sparkling, silently chanting three words to herself: I’m rich, I’m rich.

After getting off the plane, Li Qiao ordered Luoyu to send Mo Jue to her second brother’s place, while she followed Shang Yu back to the South Sea Mansion.

After being up for two days and a night, Li Qiao was worn out.

Once back at the Mansion, she went straight to her bedroom to catch up on sleep.

There were only three days left until the Firework Festival, and the British Imperial visit was also imminent.

Mu Aoxian had told her a lot about Jing Yilan’s schooling details at British Imperial, and this trip would not be an easy one.

As her thoughts grew heavy, Li Qiao fell asleep.

Shang Yu finished a phone call and entered the master bedroom, to find Li Qiao curled up in sleep.

He sat by the bed, caressed the faint wrinkle on her forehead, pulled the blanket over her, and bent down to kiss her cheek.

Just then, a vibration came from under her pillow.

The man reached under and found the phone, saw the caller ID, and directly hung up.

But the caller insisted and redialed.

Shang Yu pursed his lips, glanced at the exhausted Li Qiao, slid to answer the call, and warned with a deep voice, "Quiet, she’s sleeping."

After speaking, he moved the phone away from his ear, but Xi Luo chuckled and called out, "Master Yan, ah. Don’t hang up just yet, let’s have a little chat."

Shang Yu’s eyes were as deep as the ocean, his indifferent tone entirely lacking the warmth and composure he had around Li Qiao, almost frosty, "Chat about what?"

Xi Luo was unfazed by his indifference, tapped her fingers on the table, and said in a blurred voice as she emitted a puff of smoke, "Are you two planning to go to British Imperial together?"

"Mm." The man was as laconic as ever.

Xi Luo curled her lips, he really had a different face behind the scenes. Lighting a ladies’ cigarette, she spoke with a hazy tone, "When are you leaving, take me with you, will you?"

Shang Yu remained silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Xi Luo blew out smoke and implied, "Master Yan, I grew up in British Imperial, and my best friend happens to be a member of the Royal Family. I know a lot of things others don’t, having me with you can only be beneficial."