The Favored Heiress
Chapter 876: Shang Shaoyan is jealous!

Chapter 876: Chapter 876: Shang Shaoyan is jealous!

But now, Ming Dailan’s heart is a mix of emotions, an inexplicable feeling.

This might not be attention but... a form of exploitation.

Xiao Hongdao, a man of deep thoughts and widespread influence, wouldn’t be unaware of the events in Dian City?

Ming Dailan turned towards the tea table the moment Xiao Hongdao raised his head, discreetly avoiding his gaze, "It’s nothing major, Mrs. Andrew took a liking to a painting at the exhibition. I intended to buy it for her, but unfortunately... the other party wouldn’t sell it."

Xiao Hongdao rubbed his teacup, his deep gaze fixed on Ming Dailan’s back, "It’s just a painting. If you can’t buy it, choose a more valuable one to send her, why trouble yourself?"

Ming Dailan didn’t speak, slowly poured the tea.

Xiao Hongdao chuckled, stood up to place his teacup at the edge of the table, walked over to her and patted her shoulder, soothingly, "Don’t think too much, not everyone is as considerate as you."

Ming Dailan’s hand shook, spilling tea on the table.

She forced herself to calm down, yet couldn’t help but compare inwardly.

The biggest difference between Xiao Hongdao and Shang Zonghai is that he truly understands a woman’s heart.

He can even read what she wants to hear and desire from her subtle expressions.

And this is something Shang Zonghai lacks entirely.

Thirty years ago, if Xiao Hongdao was the gentle, cultured nobleman, then Shang Zonghai was the domineering strongman.

The warmth she couldn’t feel from Shang Zonghai, Xiao Hongdao gave her without reservation.

Like a sugar-coated poppy bullet, addictive and infatuating.

Ming Dailan closed her eyes briefly, the tumult in her emotions made her voice tremble slightly, "Indeed, I... think too much."

Xiao Hongdao’s eyes changed silently.

He looked at Ming Dailan’s suppressed and restrained expression, gently pinched her arm, "Go, rest back in your room. Whatever happened in Dian City is over now."

Ming Dailan took a deep breath, suppressing the hatred between her brows, turned and prepared to leave.

The atmosphere in this room made her somewhat suffocated.

However, just as she grasped the doorknob, Xiao Hongdao’s soft voice sounded from behind, "Did you meet your eldest son in Dian City?"

Ming Dailan paused for two seconds, suspiciously turning back, "You mean... Shaoyan?"

She unconsciously changed the name, which brought a profound smile to Xiao Hongdao’s lips, "Someone saw him and Li Qiao in Dian City, I thought you met?"

Ming Dailan said no, Xiao Hongdao nodded slowly, "That’s good, if they trouble you, I won’t let it pass easily."

"Trouble me? That’s not so easy."

Ming Dailan chuckled as she left the tea room, the door slowly closed, also blocking Xiao Hongdao’s inscrutable expression.

He pressed his fingertips silently.

...

The next day, Li Qiao and her group returned from Dian City to the South Sea.

At the airport, Bai Yan stood by the aircraft steps and handed Shang Yu a cigarette, "Do you need me to check who leaked the information?"

The man took the cigarette, smirking as he declined his offer, "No need."

Bai Yan paused his lighting action, squinting his eyes, "Don’t tell me it was you who leaked it deliberately?"

Shang Yu lifted his eyelids slightly, changing the subject, "Prepare the contract and give it to me quickly."

Mentioning this, Bai Yan glanced at the aircraft steps, "Didn’t you tell her about the details of our deal?"

"Worthy of mentioning?"

Bai Yan showed no expression, wasn’t it worthy? he snorted, "Without her, we would definitely be enemies."

Shang Yu raised his thick eyebrows, lips calmly pursed, "Even with her, we can be."

Bai Yan fell silent, gesturing towards the aircraft steps, "Hurry up and go."

Shang Yu bent his lips, holding an unlit cigarette, turned and ascended the steps, taking a few steps, he paused slightly, looking askance at Bai Yan, "She doesn’t like fried rice."

"What..." Bai Yan hadn’t understood the meaning of that sentence when the man in front of him had already started to walk up again.

Little White Cow looked at Shang Yu with admiration, feeling he had a particularly gangster-like demeanor.

At least, he didn’t sell fried rice, his demeanor and bearing were covered in the word "boss."

Bai Yan pondered Shang Yu’s last sentence and quickly concluded: Ha, damn Shang Shaoyan is jealous.

...

Noon, the plane landed in the South Sea.

Li Qiao walked off the plane, sucking on a plum slice, and at the same time, the latest issue of the British Imperial Times Newspaper published a shocking news.

The former Duchess Charlman died an unnatural death, along with the publication of the health report from the last six months before the Duchess’ death, showing no major illness and her health was in good condition.

The British Imperial Times Newspaper is the largest mainstream media locally, and once this news was reported, it caused a huge uproar.

Ming Dailan first learned the ins and outs from Yin Mo.

She looked dazedly at the newspaper in her hand, lifted her head, her eyes were chaotic, "Didn’t they say... she died of a heart attack?"

Yin Mo pursed her lips, glanced back at the tightly closed room door, and whispered, "To my knowledge, the former duchess had no history of heart disease and no family hereditary illness. She was hastily buried the night she passed away."

"And her family? They didn’t raise any doubts?"

Ming Dailan knew little about the former Duchess’ situation, she heard that Xiao Hongdao had married a noblewoman of matching status after she wed Shang Zonghai.

Yin Mo glanced at Madam Xiao, shaking her head, "You know, few dare question the announcements made by the Chairman Family."

Ming Dailan had a bad premonition, an idea rushing forth but forced back by her.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yehui in the study, tightly clenched the newspaper, his face as dark as ink.

Only Xiao Hongdao, upon hearing the news, showed no sign of change, sat in the tea room and picked up his phone, making a call.

"Release the news." His low and slow voice seemed to talk about the weather being good, "And, how is it over in Dian City?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hongdao shook his head lightly, "Nothing but failures, Bai Mingyin raising such useless individuals is a disgrace to his commander’s reputation, find an opportunity to take them out for him."

"..."

Xiao Hongdao made some arrangements in a low voice, hung up the phone and gazed out at the overcast sky through the window, sighing wistfully, "Just foolish."

Soon after, Yin Zhihong hurried into the tea room, "Sir, many reporters have gathered outside the manor..."

Xiao Hongdao held the tea clamp without raising his head, gesturing downward with his wrist, "Sit down."

Yin Zhihong was puzzled, yet still bowed and sat down, "Sir, your orders."

"Orders hardly count." Xiao Hongdao put down the tea clamp, pushed the teacup towards him, "What is Ah Hui doing?"

Yin Zhihong thought for a moment, "The eldest young master is in the study, perhaps he is pained by the memories."

Back then, the eldest young master had a close relationship with his mother, and her sudden death left him in a slump for quite a while.

Xiao Hongdao found his choice of words ridiculous, frowned slightly, "His biggest flaw is acting out of emotion, it seems... he still needs a good tempering."