The Favored Heiress-Chapter 23 - I Go to Look for a Job
Chapter 23: Chapter 23: I Go to Look for a Job
Chapter 23 -23: I Go to Look for a Job
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Li Qiao and Tang Yiting returned to their four-person dormitory to pick up their laptops before leaving the campus.
Following closely behind her across the street, Tang Yiting saw the Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked on the other side and couldn’t help but ask resentfully, “You’re about to graduate, aren’t you going to teach Jiang Yi a lesson?
She’s been spreading rumors about you for years.”
With her slender laptop tucked under her arm, Li Qiao parted her lips indifferently, “Not interested.”
The petty squabbles among classmates, she never took to heart.
After all, they were not important.
Tang Yiting couldn’t help but curse under her breath, muttering, “You might as well say you’re just too lazy!”
Indeed, Li Qiao was lazy.
It wasn’t just her personality; even her manners were casual and nonchalant.
It wasn’t intentional, but rather something bred into her by her family.
In Tang Yiting’s memory, the Li family’s favoritism for Li Qiao was outrageously evident.
She had heard that before the age of five, Li Qiao never needed to walk because wherever she went, her brothers were there to carry her.
Wanting to drink water or eat food, she didn’t have to lift a finger; her brothers would rush to do it for her.
Thus, Li Qiao’s upbringing perfectly exemplified what it meant to be the sole darling of the family.
The more Tang Yiting thought about it, the more she felt she had wasted twenty-two years of her life.
Despite being the heiress of the South Sea’s Five Giants’ Tang family, she felt insignificant compared to Li Qiao, as if she were picked up from a gutter.
Shortly after, Li Qiao arrived at the G-Class, opened the trunk, and took out a Chanel paper bag.
Tang Yiting hugged the bag playfully, sniffing it eagerly—it smelled like renminbi.
“I’m leaving first,” Li Qiao said, shutting the trunk and turning to Tang Yiting.
With a paper bag in her arms, Tang Yiting blinked suspiciously, “Where are you going?
You’re busier now than when you had class, and you’re about to graduate!”
Heading towards the front of the car, Li Qiao opened the door and lazily replied, “I’m going job hunting.”
Tang Yiting: “???”
Wasn’t she guaranteed a spot at a research institute?
Why the hell is she looking for a job?
Before Tang Yiting could come to her senses, the imposing vehicle had already driven away.
…
Of course, Li Qiao was not going to look for a job, but instead took a drive around the outskirts of South Sea, only returning to the Li Family home near noon.
Entering the foyer with laptop in hand, before she could even make her presence known in the living room, she heard the heated voices of an argument.
“Dad, the more you talk, the more confused I am.
Are you saying that after all this discussion, you never intended to call off Qiaoqiao’s engagement?” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
The speaker was her second brother, Li Yan.
Hearing this, Li Qiao paused in her steps and quietly leaned against the marble wall of the foyer, shamelessly eavesdropping.
At that moment, Li Guangming ‘thunked’ his teacup onto the table with sternness in his voice, “You don’t understand a thing!
Even if we want to break off this engagement, it requires Old Mr.
Shang’s approval.
What right does Shang Lu have to make such a decision?”
“Can’t Shang Shaoyan make the decision either?” Her eldest brother, Li Jun, spoke with a deep voice filled with displeasure, “Dad, for many years, you’ve never disclosed to us the origins of this engagement.
Now that Qiaoqiao has been treated with such neglect by Shang Lu, aren’t you going to tell us the truth?”
Smoking a cigarette, her third brother Li Cheng said, “Dad, you saw Shang Lu’s attitude today.
I don’t care what difficulties you have, but if you still insist on marrying Qiaoqiao off to Shang Lu…”
Li San continued sternly through the smoke, “I wouldn’t mind recalling all our forces from the border and facing off against the Shang family!
That’s my stance.
You decide for yourself.”
Left to decide for himself, Li Guangming: “…”
