The Favored Heiress
Chapter 855: Did You Grow Up Drinking Vinegar from a Young Age?

Chapter 855: Chapter 855: Did You Grow Up Drinking Vinegar from a Young Age?

After breakfast, Jin Rong and Shang Yu sat in the living room chatting, while Li Qiao said hello and went to the laboratory downstairs.

Jin Rong leaned back on the sofa, watching Li Qiao’s leisurely departing figure, frowned and whispered, "Why has she lost so much weight, Xiao Wu, are you encountering any difficulties?"

Shang Yu glanced at him, "No."

"Really no?" Jin Rong withdrew his gaze, looking serious: "Xiao Wu, if you have difficulties, tell me. Raising this kid is quite expensive. Don’t be fooled by her lazy demeanor; she actually spends a lot."

Jin Rong firmly believed, it was Shang Xiaowu who hadn’t taken good care of Li Qiao.

Either he ran out of money, or he didn’t care enough.

The latter is unlikely; it must be a tight budget, can’t afford to raise his goddaughter.

Jin Rong filled in the gaps with his imagination and didn’t ask further, considering the need to save his brother’s face. He simply took out his phone and transferred one billion each to Shang Yu and Li Qiao.

Memo: Eat something good.

...

In the underground laboratory, Li Qiao closed the door and called back Su Moshi’s video call, "Don’t use your wedding as bait."

Su Moshi was still in Australia. He paced to the conference room, sat down, and said with a faint smile, "It’s not about using it as bait; the wedding should have been held anyway, and it just recently got scheduled."

Li Qiao’s expression was blank, "Su Lao Si..."

"Listen to me..." Su Moshi knew what she wanted to say and interrupted with a smirk, "I know exactly what I’m doing, the timing of the wedding doesn’t matter. If I can help out in the process, the fuss before the ceremony won’t be in vain."

Li Qiao was silent for a long time, her eyes downcast, covering the darkness in her eyes, "Did you purposely set it on New Year’s Day?"

Su Moshi raised an eyebrow, a playful expression on his face, "Sort of, not really. The last thing international political figures want is overlapping weddings. If both Myanmar and the British Imperial have weddings simultaneously, Charlman’s invitation list will definitely see quite a few people absent. Nobles care about face; they might postpone or reschedule."

Political figures from various countries have some level of rapport, and a grand wedding like Charlman’s will certainly invite politicians from home and abroad.

The influence of the Prince of Myanmar and Charlman are evenly matched.

Moreover, the news of Ye Hui’s grand royal marriage hasn’t been publicly announced, while Prince Wu Lv has already taken the lead.

Whichever way you look at it, it’s Prince Wu Lv who has the upper hand.

At this moment, Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nonchalantly, "He might not get the chance to hold the wedding."

"That would be best." Su Moshi’s gaze was gentle, adjusting his glasses, he added, "Qi Zai, don’t overthink, I’m not so selfless as to joke with my wedding, got it?"

Li Qiao responded with a faint "Mm," and soon ended the video call.

She looked at the gradually darkening phone screen, her brows and eyes icy.

Su Lao Si indeed wouldn’t joke with the wedding, but the date he chose was clearly to accommodate her.

...

In the evening, He Chen and Zong Zhan got the news and rushed to the mansion.

As soon as they entered, they circled around Jin Rong, clicking their tongues in wonder, "Weren’t you always complaining about the dry climate and cold weather of the South Sea?"

Jin Rong lazily leaned against the sofa, his nonchalant demeanor almost identical to that of He Chen, "Don’t talk crap, I never said that."

He Chen flicked the hem of his coat and sat down, glancing at the silent Shang Yu, "Where’s your woman?"

"Need something from her?" The man slowly lifted his gaze, frowning slightly.

He Chen crossed his long legs on his knee, eyeing Shang Yu’s expression, clicking his tongue, "Did you grow up drinking vinegar?"