The Favored Heiress-Chapter 786: Each Takes What They Need

If it’s a boy...

"No." Shang Yu’s eyes were as deep as the sea, his palm sliding down to Li Qiao’s shoulder, his arm tightening, "It’s a girl."

Li Qiao: "..."

Had he never even considered the possibility of a boy?

Li Qiao rolled her throat, but still swallowed the words that had reached the tip of her tongue.

Hopefully, it really would be a girl.

...

The hands of the clock completed several revolutions, and time moved into the evening as the sky gradually darkened.

Xi Luo had stayed in Myst Town without leaving, and was now chatting leisurely with Li Qiao at the bar in the lounge area, "The Parliament Building of the House of Lords has been under renovation lately, but it should be finished soon."

"When did it start?" Li Qiao frowned slightly while hugging the pillow.

Xi Luo thought for a moment, "It’s been a while, probably two or three months."

Li Qiao lowered her eyes, her smile more implied than expressed, "Can’t enter during construction?"

"Sure you can." Xi Luo looked at her oddly, "Your Master Yan is the Archbishop. Even if there’s a fire, who would dare to stop you?"

Li Qiao lifted the corners of her eyes, smiling without a word.

After a few more lines of small talk, Li Qiao sipped some tea from the table, and then asked bluntly, "I heard Feng Yi introduced you to a boyfriend?"

Leaning against the bar, Xi Luo looked at her manicure, "He really is a big mouth."

Li Qiao shifted slightly, scrutinizing her every move, "Do you still need an introduction?"

In fact, Xi Luo herself was a very charming woman.

A career woman with a privileged background, she embodied the carefree spirit of a young girl and the sexiness of a woman, sometimes righteous and sometimes devilish, which was the essence of her personal charm.

Such a woman would never lack suitors.

"Of course, I do." Xi Luo spoke nonsense with a straight face, "The friends around your Master Yan, they’re hard to come by. Besides, when it comes to adults, it’s all about what each person needs. You wouldn’t understand."

Li Qiao had no response.

With Xi Luo’s playful attitude towards life, encountering Zong Zhan, a rogue from the Military Department, it was uncertain if sparks would fly, but it was bound to be full of fireworks.

Li Qiao looked away, taking another sip of tea, "Be safe."

Xi Luo pulled out a lollipop from her pocket, her lips curling intriguingly, "Heh, I will be."

Li Qiao’s gaze flickered, sensing that Xi Luo’s tone and attitude didn’t seem to be that of someone heading off to date.

She couldn’t be bothered to think deeply about it. Cunning as Xi Luo was, she wouldn’t do anything outrageous.

Moreover, it wasn’t clear who would be the better match when compared with the rogue from the Military Department.

...

After dinner, Li Qiao lazily returned to the living room, picked up her phone, and saw two WeChat messages.

They were sent by Bai Yan and Zong Yue respectively.

Bai Yan provided the channels Ye Jing used to buy synthetic cannabinoids in the underground black market and stated that Li Qiao needn’t worry; he had already sent people to look for the seller.

Li Qiao replied with two words: Thanks.

She then opened the message from Zong Yue; it was an emoticon, sent ten minutes earlier.

It was eight o’clock in the evening in the British Imperial, four in the morning back home.

Was her sister-in-law still not asleep at this time?

Li Qiao furrowed her brow as she looked at the chat box, slowly typing out a question mark.

Zong Yue replied instantly: Qiaoqiao, when are you coming back?

Li Qiao: It’s not set yet. What’s up?

Zong Yue: [smile] Nothing much, just asking casually.

At four in the morning, asking casually, Li Qiao knew without thinking that it was just an excuse.

She didn’t reply to Zong Yue’s message and directly initiated a voice call.

In an instant, the voice call was hung up, and then Zong Yue sent two words: wait a moment.

Half a minute later, Zong Yue called back.

Li Qiao answered the call and switched to speakerphone, "Sister-in-law, you haven’t slept yet?"

Zong Yue cleared her throat and responded in a low voice, "Hmm, I was a bit busy today. I didn’t get back until two in the morning, and now I’m suffering from insomnia."

"Did you have a fight with my elder brother?"

Li Qiao’s straightforward question made Zong Yue chuckle, "Qiaoqiao, do you have to be so sharp?"

She didn’t intend to complain about anything. Truly, in the middle of the night with her mind in turmoil and no one to talk to, she had sent Li Qiao a WeChat message on a whim.

Li Qiao placed her phone aside, bent down to pick up some documents from the coffee table, and asked without much thought, "So, did you really have a fight?"

"Not really..." Zong Yue’s explanation was feeble. After a pause and a deep sigh, she added, "You don’t know him; he’s always like a clam, never talking about his troubles, bottling everything up inside."

Thinking about her elder brother Li Jun’s old-fashioned character, Li Qiao couldn’t help but ask with an amused smile, "What was it about?"

Zong Yue explained in a resigned tone and then probed uncertainly, "Do you think that I’m really not suitable for work?"

The whole matter was very simple. A while ago, Zong Yue got involved with the police because of some company issue. Although Li Jun was displeased, he just gave her the cold shoulder for a few days before letting it go.

However, since the head of the company’s HR department, Liu Min, was forced to resign, Xi Luo arranged for Zong Yue to temporarily take over, increasing her workload and making overtime a regular thing.

Over time, Li Jun started to feel the loneliness of an empty house.

The root cause that led to their latest cold war, however, was an incident that happened three days prior when Li Jun was to attend a business gala.

He had instructed Zong Yue in advance to accompany him as his partner, but on the day of the event, Zong Yue had to work overtime and didn’t remember until the gala was nearly over.

Zong Yue knew she was wrong for breaking her promise and tried every possible way to explain it to him, but Li Jun, being a man of principles and vehemently opposed to going back on one’s word, couldn’t accept it.

Their most severe cold war since their marriage thus began.

After hearing Zong Yue’s story, Li Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "If work is that hectic, it really is hard to focus on other things. He himself is a workaholic; he should understand very well."

In the peaceful and quiet study room back in the country, Zong Yue sat on the carpet clutching her knees, sighing in disappointment, "That may be true, but I am at fault. Qiaoqiao, can you help me figure out a way to make it up to him? How should I coax him?"

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, "Does he even need to be coaxed?"

Her elder brother was stubborn and lacked romance.

What was the point in wooing him? Just leave him alone for a few days, and he’d come around.

Then Zong Yue’s tepid voice came again, "Men need to be coaxed too. How about you teach me? How do you usually coax Uncle Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao blinked, oblivious to the footsteps outside the living room, and after a moment’s thought leaning against the sofa, she said, "We’ve never had a cold war..."

Although she and Shang Yu occasionally had disagreements, they would both make moderate concessions.

They virtually never had a cold war.

At that moment, Zong Yue wistfully remarked, "That’s so nice. Uncle Shaoyan adores you so much he would never bear to have a cold war with you. Unlike Li Jun..."

"What about me?"

Li Qiao: "?"

Through the earpiece, it seemed like her elder brother’s voice.

Zong Yue stood holding her phone in shock.

Staring blankly, she turned her head and through the moonlight streaming in through the window, she could clearly see Li Jun standing in the doorway in his robe, looking at her sternly.

Zong Yue hurried to her feet, moving so quickly she almost banged into the corner of a nearby table. "You, when did you wake up?"

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