The Favored Heiress
Chapter 875: I’ll Stand in the Rain for You

Chapter 875: Chapter 875: I’ll Stand in the Rain for You

The combination of new grievances and old hatreds, with Ming Dailan’s extreme personality, it would not be impossible for her to drive and hit someone.

At that moment, a cold curve appeared on Shang Yu’s thin lips.

He stretched his bones and interlocked his fingers with Li Qiao’s, looking at a certain place, his voice deep, "The road where Xiao Yehui had an accident is the road I must take to Dian City."

Li Qiao’s eyelid twitched, "Related to Na Ji?"

"Yes." Shang Yu reached out to tug at his collar, a dark undercurrent surging in his eyes.

Three years ago, the Yan Emperor’s jewelry brand had a raw gemstone transaction in Dian City, but there was a mishap midway, and a batch of stones worth over ten billion had been tampered with.

Shang Yu took the Zuo family siblings to Dian City, and thus met Madam Xiao and her entourage.

The timing was very coincidental, and among those who ambushed him on the highway that year was Na Ji.

After listening to the man’s account, Li Qiao unconsciously clenched her palm.

It turns out that three years ago, Xiao Hongdao was already trying to eliminate Shang Yu through others.

Li Qiao, expressionless to the extreme, feared... Xiao Yehui, Shang Yu, and Ming Dailan were all just pawns in Xiao Hongdao’s game.

His usual trick, using others to kill without showing any signs of it.

At this time, Shang Yu restrained his emotions, looked at Li Qiao, and with an intriguing tone said, "Three years ago, I saw you."

Li Qiao, who was still deep in thought, subconsciously nodded.

Suddenly, her thoughts came back, and she looked at Shang Yu in surprise and asked, "Saw me? Where?"

"At that time..." The man gave her a meaningful glance, "You were probably looking for something."

"Looking for..." what.

Li Qiao only said one word before wisely shutting her mouth.

What else could she be looking for, but the remains of Xiao Yehui.

Seeing her hesitation, Shang Yu’s eyes grew more profound, "Do you still remember my convoy passing by?"

"No." Li Qiao looked straight ahead, answering straightforwardly.

Shang Yu with an almost-smile tilted her chin, forcing Li Qiao to make eye contact with him, "I remember... you were holding something."

That day, the convoy passed by a place where a riot had just occurred, the surroundings in chaos.

The distance between them was quite far, he only caught a fleeting glimpse from the backseat, and saw a girl kneeling in the rain looking for something.

There were many people around her, but everyone was accompanying her in the rain.

Shang Yu didn’t see Li Qiao’s face, and as it was approaching dusk, the torrential rain made for poor visibility, as the convoy drove by, he had shifted his gaze.

It wasn’t until later that he found out Li Qiao was one of the Seven Sons, did he remember that the girl he had glimpsed was actually Li Qiao.

At the time, she was holding Xiao Yehui’s severed arm.

At this moment, Li Qiao looked up at the man in front of her, smacked her lips, and said blandly, "That’s really... a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Shang Yu’s gaze turned cold, lowering his handsome face to lightly bite her lip, "In the rain for him, huh?"

This past should not be a reason for him to care.

But deep inside, the man felt an extremely unpleasant emotion about it.

What right did Xiao Yehui have to be treated that way by her?

Li Qiao felt quite wronged, but seeing the unease and complexity floating in Shang Yu’s eyes, her heart softened, and she blurted out, "From now on, I’ll be in the rain only for you."

...

Before long, Li Qiao and Shang Yu arrived in the living room.

Bai Yan and He Chen were lounging on the sofa playing on their phones, one on the left, one on the right.

Hearing the sound, both looked up simultaneously, their gaze falling squarely on Li Qiao’s face.

Oh, great, her lips are swollen.

Bai Yan, with both hands on the back of his chair, splayed his legs cavalierly, casting a particularly unfriendly gaze at Shang Yu.

Bullying Flame Alliance’s mascot right in front of him, can’t this man restrain himself?

Bai Yan pursed his lips and looked away, out of sight, out of mind.

He Chen continued to send messages, seemingly with someone, a playful smile tugging at his lips, looking rather smug.

...

At the same time, British Imperial.

Ming Dailan had already returned by car to Charlman Manor.

She walked into the grand hall with an expression of tranquility, raising her eyes to the majestic human statue at the front, pausing for a long while.

"Madam, you’re back."

Butler Yin Zhihong hurried over at the news, seeing her figure, eagerly greeting her.

Ming Dailan ignored him, her gaze swept around, silently heading up the stairs.

Yin Mo followed behind her expressionlessly, pretending to go upstairs.

"Mohmoh." Yin Zhihong suddenly called out to her softly.

Yin Mo paused slightly, just as she was about to speak, Ming Dailan’s voice came from the staircase corner, "Yin Mo, come here."

Yin Zhihong’s expression flickered, lowering his voice, "Mohmoh, find time to come and see Dad."

"Alright."

Upstairs, Ming Dailan didn’t return to the master bedroom but went to the drawing room in the side hall.

After entering, she sat somewhat wearily in front of the easel, staring blankly at the oil painting for a long time.

Yin Mo didn’t disturb her, quietly waiting by the door.

After a while, Ming Dailan sighed deeply, touching the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, and asked softly, "Who were you messaging just now?"

Yin Mo handed over her phone with an impassive face, "I wasn’t messaging, I was helping you with research."

Ming Dailan, half-believing, glanced at her phone, "What did you find?"

"Everything you wanted."

Ming Dailan abruptly raised her eyes, her breathing slightly rapid, "Everything?"

Yin Mo nodded, "Yes, all the members who went to Parma with you back then, their details and current status have been found."

This information was already ready in Qi Zai’s hands, and before she left the border, Qi Zai had sent it to her.

Ming Dailan curled her fingers, looking hesitant.

Seeing this, Yin Mo didn’t give her a chance to evade, articulating clearly what needed to be conveyed.

Just half a minute later, Ming Dailan raised her hand to interrupt her, "Alright, you can go now."

Yin Mo nodded, and just before turning around, she heard Ming Dailan murmur, "Keep what’s in your hand well hidden."

"Rest assured, Madam."

...

Half an hour later, after composing herself, Ming Dailan changed into an elegant qipao and made her way to the tea room.

She stood at the door concentrating for three seconds, then pushed the door open and entered.

The room was filled with a faint aroma of tea, and Xiao Hongdao was sitting by the window reading a medical book.

Upon hearing footsteps, he casually turned a page, his tone leisurely with a hint of contentment, "Feeling better?"

Looking at his back, Ming Dailan felt a tug in her heart, she bowed her head to pour tea, trying to mask her unease, "Better."

Xiao Hongdao turned around, squinted slightly, "Really?"

When Ming Dailan raised her head again, her eyes were already filled with laughter, "I was fine, but the thing I didn’t complete somewhat affect my mood."

Xiao Hongdao accepted the teacup, blowing the steam, "You see, I told you to go out to unwind, yet you couldn’t rest. What didn’t you complete, tell me?"

Ming Dailan looked at Xiao Hongdao with a lost gaze, momentarily forgetting to reply.

In the past, she might have been comforted by Xiao Hongdao’s attitude, such patient and indulgent tones always made her feel special and valued.