The Favored Heiress
Chapter 738: Don’t You Like Puppies?

Chapter 738: Chapter 738: Don’t You Like Puppies?

Charles didn’t ask further, signaling a servant to escort her back to her room. His deep-set, azure eyes stared unblinkingly at her retreating figure as if he still found it hard to believe.

Not until Xi Luo disappeared around the corner of the spiral staircase did he turn back, lifting an eyebrow and asking, "Mr. Shang, you actually know Miranda?"

Shang Yu crossed his legs and slowly lifted his eyelids, "Can’t I know her?"

Charles let out an awkward chuckle, hastily shaking his head, "No, it’s just that I’m too surprised."

Li Qiao sipped her tea, leaning forward to set down the cup, and asked in an even tone, "Why?"

She could tell that Charles wasn’t faking it.

Moreover, the unconscious chest-puffing gesture he made in front of Xi Luo carried an involuntary respect.

At this moment, Charles glanced again at the stairway entrance before revealing, "Miranda is the Crown Prince’s daughter’s best friend, and also a lay member of the House of Lords. She’s quite famous in high society."

Li Qiao touched her eyebrow and nodded to herself, "I see."

The power of this Flame Alliance M in the British Imperial should not be underestimated.

After a while, Li Qiao yawned. Shang Yu gave Charles a look, and the latter immediately stood up to take his leave, "Mr. Shang, you rest, I will not disturb you any longer."

Charles gave a gentleman’s bow to the two of them and quickly left the estate, stepping into the night.

Li Qiao leaned against the chair back, her gaze sweeping around, "Whose private estate is this?"

Shang Yu took her wrist and stood up, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice laced with a smile, "Ours."

As expected.

When the car had driven in earlier, she hadn’t seen any signs and thought it belonged to Charles.

...

Meanwhile, at Charlman Ducal Mansion.

A dim nightlight lit up in the corner of the study, casting a faint glow. A person sat at the desk, staring blankly at his own left hand.

Shortly after, his phone vibrated. The cool, white light illuminated his dark eyes.

Xiao Yehui looked at the caller ID and, after three seconds, slowly answered the call.

He remained silent, and the person on the other end reported respectfully, "Duke, they’ve arrived in the British Imperial."

Xiao Yehui sat upright, his gaze dropping indifferently, "Hmm, and the others?"

After another sentence from the opposite side, Xiao Yehui tugged the corner of his mouth and silently hung up the phone.

He stood up and walked to the window, staring into the deep ink of the night. His eyes shone with an indiscernible, calculating light, "Yin Mo."

At his low call, Yin Mo quickly walked in, standing at attention and nodding, "Duke."

Xiao Yehui stood with his hands behind his back, silent for a long while.

Yin Mo bowed her head, neither able to see the other’s expression.

Xiao Yehui turned slowly, examining her through the light spilling from outside the door, "How’s your hand?"

Yin Mo’s voice was consistently calm and unrippled, "It’s almost healed."

"It’s been so long, it would be embarrassing if it weren’t," Xiao Yehui remarked with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. Then, stepping forward and using his height advantage, he commanded from above, "It’s time for you to go on a mission..."

...

The next day, two days before the fireworks festival.

Shang Yu left the house at eight o’clock in the morning. Li Qiao didn’t ask much—after breakfast, she arranged for Luoyu to drive them to the British Imperial Royal Academy.

In the back seat, she and Xi Luo casually chatted, each with a leg crossed.

Before long, Li Qiao lit up her phone screen, seemingly searching for something, "Does the Royal Academy have an alumni association?"

Xi Luo turned her gaze away from the window, her fingers tapping on her thigh, "Who are you looking for?"

Li Qiao handed her the phone, reading out Jing Yilan’s name.

Xi Luo looked at the somewhat dated photo, scanned it twice, glanced at Li Qiao, and then tossed the phone onto her lap, "You could check the international association club at the Royal Academy."

"Sure, you arrange it."

Hearing this, Xi Luo turned to the side, elbow on the chair’s backrest, eyes brimming with interest, "You trust me so much, aren’t you afraid that I’ll sell you out?"

Li Qiao met her gaze calmly, "Are you short of money?"

"Not funny." Xi Luo pouted and sat straight, leaning her head back against the rest, "Flame Alliance H is arriving tonight, will you come with me to pick him up?"

Li Qiao looked indifferently at the street scene and rejected without a second thought, "I’m busy."

Xi Luo gave her a chilly look, "You kid are really not cute at all. Yan specially arranged for H to come over to help, and you don’t plan to meet him?"

"No plans."

Xi Luo massaged her temples and persisted, "I heard that Flame Alliance H is especially manly, a golden bachelor, and furthermore..."

Li Qiao’s eyes turned dim, "Don’t you like puppy dogs?"

Xi Luo: "..."

Who the hell likes puppy dogs!

Big bad wolves are way more fun, okay!

Xi Luo didn’t want to talk anymore, turned away her face, and closed her eyes in feigned sleep.

This kid really had extraordinary abilities, including the rare talent to drive people mad.

...

At ten in the morning, the British Imperial Royal Academy, located near Mede Park and Westminster Church, was within sight.

The academy’s buildings blend the ancient European style of domed red walls with a postmodern fashion sense, and the Queen’s Tower in the center of campus still hung with a large clock, presenting a unique view.

Li Qiao and Xi Luo strolled into the academy, surrounded by greenery. In the distance, on the lawns, many students sat in groups of three or two, discussing textbooks and academia.

This was the place where Jing Yilan had once studied.

Following the academy’s pathways, Li Qiao and her companion arrived at the international association club building. Xi Luo explained, "The international clubs are automatically joined by foreign students at enrollment. If that person studied here, there would be a record in the alumni directory of the club."

Luoyu looked at Xi Luo discreetly, her impression of her somewhat complex.

This President Xi, navigating between right and wrong, had just so easily led them into the academy to find the alumni records; was it really just the simple favor she claimed it to be?

In a flash, Xi Luo led Li Qiao into the club building.

The British Imperial top-tier Royal Academy, even its clubs were filled with a rich academic atmosphere.

Inside the building to the left was a spacious indoor abstract medical landscape, and to the right, the club offices.

Occasionally encountering a few students carrying books, they all looked at them curiously.

The international club’s activity room was on the third floor, with a British Imperial man around forty standing by the door.

The man immediately strode over when he saw Xi Luo and bowed to her, "Miss."

Xi Luo responded, instructing him, "Go get the records of the international club’s alumni over the years."

"Right away."

After the middle-aged man left, Li Qiao looked at Xi Luo thoughtfully.

Before long, Xi Luo casually led them into an empty classroom next door. She leaned against a study desk, spreading her hands, "Don’t look at me like that, just ask whatever you want to ask."

Li Qiao, with her hands in her pockets, leaned against the corner of the desk, "Maybe you should just tell me."

Xi Luo licked her lips, feigning innocence, "What’s there to tell, it’s just that my family built a few libraries for the Royal Academy. As an honorary alumnus, I have a bit more privilege than others."