The Favored Heiress
Chapter 844: They All Don’t Believe Me

Chapter 844: Chapter 844: They All Don’t Believe Me

Shang Yu paused his action of picking up food and slowly turned his eyes to Li Qiao.

Her tone was firm, more of an announcement than a discussion.

"Where are you going?" The man put down his chopsticks, his gaze deep and focused on her.

Li Qiao replied without hesitation, "There’s something I need to discuss face-to-face with Bai Yan. It won’t take long, two or three days at most."

"I’ll go with you," Shang Yu’s tone was equally uncompromising.

Li Qiao sighed with slight frustration, "I’m only going for two days, and I’ll be taking Luoyu with me. You’ve already missed a lot of time on your previous trip to the British Imperial. I can’t possibly have you accompany me every time I go out, like I’m a big baby."

Though the words were harsh, they were true.

Going to Scarlet City this time, she couldn’t take Shang Yu along no matter what.

The man was silent for a while, eyes dark as he looked at Li Qiao. After a moment, he sighed, "Take Liuyun with you then."

He still made a concession.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, leaned in, and pecked him on the cheek, "Okay, don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."

Shang Yu brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and gestured towards the dining table, "Let’s eat."

...

In the afternoon, Li Qiao took the time to call Bai Yan and inform him of her arrival time in Scarlet City.

By three o’clock, Shang Yu had to attend a meeting, and Li Qiao also prepared to return to the Mansion to arrange some matters.

Just as the car drove out of the garage, a WeChat message from Mo Jue popped up.

Mo Jue?

Li Qiao looked at the screen notification, her brows slightly furrowing.

Today wasn’t the weekend. She should be in class and shouldn’t be using her phone.

Li Qiao suspiciously clicked on WeChat and saw a kneeling emoji sent by Mo Jue, with a few words above: Boss, I was wrong.

Li Qiao replied with a question mark.

Mo Jue quickly replied: Sis... can you come to school?

Li Qiao: What’s wrong?

Mo Jue’s chat box kept flashing, showing [The other party is typing...]. After half a minute, it was still blinking, without a word sent through.

Li Qiao thought of a certain possibility and sighed silently, telling Luoyu, "Turn around, let’s go to the international school."

As she spoke, she replied to Mo Jue: I’m on my way.

This time, Mo Jue responded quickly: Okay, okay, waiting for you.

Li Qiao suspected Mo Jue had gotten into trouble.

About half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of the international school. Luoyu followed Li Qiao out of the car. After registering at the security booth, they followed the signboards to the academic building where the second-year grade group was located.

On the steps in front of the building, Mo Jue, wearing a loose school uniform, was bouncing up and down, sometimes kicking her legs, sometimes shaking her sleeves, looking energetic.

However, this energy dissipated instantly in front of Li Qiao.

She ran over, hands tucked into her sleeves, smiling widely, "Sis, you’re here, wow, you look so pretty today."

How much trouble did she cause, to start throwing compliments like this?

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Mo Jue’s constantly darting eyes, "Do you want to tell me yourself, or should I ask the teacher?"

"I’ll tell," Mo Jue lowered her head, pouting, "A classmate lost something, and it was found in my backpack. The teacher told me to call my parents, saying I have sticky fingers and wants to expel me..."

Li Qiao frowned subtly, "What did you promise me?"

Mo Jue bit her lip and looked up, her face carrying a rare stubbornness, "No, no, I really didn’t take her stuff."

Li Qiao scrutinized her with bright eyes, "If you didn’t take it, why was it in your backpack?"

Mo Jue huffed indignantly, "I guess that thing grew legs by itself."

Li Qiao: "..."

Truly a divine thought process.

Seeing this, Mo Jue anxiously pleaded her innocence, "Sis, please believe me, I really..."

"Yes, I believe you."

Li Qiao’s casual demeanor instantly brought tears to Mo Jue’s eyes out of grievance, "Only you’re good to me, they all don’t believe me..."

"Second brother didn’t come?" Li Qiao looked at Mo Jue’s nose, reddened by the cold wind, a strange softness in her heart.

She didn’t know how long she had been standing at the building entrance.

Mo Jue glanced at Li Qiao, resentfully shaking her head, "The teacher told me to call my parents, not the boss."

Oh, she’s the parent, but her second brother isn’t?

Li Qiao smiled or didn’t, patting Mo Jue’s head, "Let’s go, take me to your teacher."

...

Grade group office.

As soon as Li Qiao and Mo Jue entered, they heard a few teachers chatting casually, "This Mu Jue is in her twenties, I don’t know what her family is thinking, wasting money sending her to high school. It would be better to find a job, so she won’t affect other students in our class."

"Teacher Yang, did she really steal something this time?"

The person called Teacher Yang happened to be Mo Jue’s head teacher.

She took a sip of water from her teacup, her tone very leisurely, "Yes, she stole Wang Zixuan’s handheld game console. It seems pretty expensive."

"Wang Zixuan?" another teacher expressed slight surprise, then understandingly nodded, "I heard Wang Zixuan’s family is very wealthy. She usually eats, dresses, and uses luxury items. I thought Mu Jue seemed nice. Maybe she was just curious and took it to play with."

Head Teacher Yang curled her lips slightly, responding aloofly, "Curiosity doesn’t justify taking other people’s things. What if she’s curious about a bank someday, should she go rob it?"

Mo Jue, who was pouting at the door, mumbled, "Not like nobody has ever robbed one."

Li Qiao patted her shoulder and then knocked on the office’s wooden door.

At the same time, Li Yan, who was at his villa admiring ancient paintings, suddenly received a transfer notification of ten million from Li Qiao, almost dropping his phone in shock.

Immediately after, he saw a WeChat message from Li Qiao.

Li Yan’s expression turned serious, and without a word, he grabbed his coat and headed straight to the largest electronics market in the South Sea.

...

In the office, the other subject teachers tactfully went to the classroom, leaving only Head Teacher Yang, who eyed Li Qiao subtly.

After a conversation, Teacher Yang sneered, "Mu Jue is an auditing transfer student. Although we are a private school, our rules are strict, and mistakes must be punished.

We must resolutely stop such theft behavior from Mu Jue. If we don’t expel her, it won’t be possible to maintain the school’s good atmosphere. I hope you, as her family, can understand the school’s difficulties."

Li Qiao gently nodded, looking calmly back at Teacher Yang, "I understand, but are you sure this matter has been thoroughly investigated?"

"Of course." Perhaps seeing Li Qiao’s youth, this head teacher’s attitude was rather casual, "The game console was found in her backpack; how could it be false?"

Li Qiao pressed her lips slightly, turning to look at the silent yet stubborn Mo Jue, "Who searched your backpack?"

Mo Jue fiddled with her fingers, glancing at the head teacher, "She did."

"Was the police notified?"

Mo Jue confusedly said, "No."

Li Qiao continued to ask, "Who witnessed it?"

"The whole class was there."

Li Qiao lazily curved her lips, "Is there surveillance in the classroom?"

"Yes, they said it’s some kind of smart surveillance system."