The Favored Heiress-Chapter 24 - Li San, You Should Retire
Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Li San, You Should Retire
Chapter 24 -24: Li San, You Should Retire
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
At this moment, the protection of her three older brothers made Li Qiao’s heart burn with emotion.
The pretty girl’s eyes gleamed with a hint of light, unbothered by the tense argument unfolding in the living room.
Out of the blue, she was certain that the marriage proposal could be called off.
Because not long ago, Shang Yu had personally promised her that if she wanted, they could break it off.
So, she would wait and see.
Li Qiao did not linger in the entryway for too long; she did not want her father and brothers to make a big fuss over her matter, and merely seconds later, she gracefully made her appearance.
The moment Li Qiao appeared, the tense atmosphere in the living room instantly dissipated.
Li Guangming looked at Li Qiao with faint surprise, perhaps due to a guilty conscience, he involuntarily stood up and walked towards her while rubbing his hands, “My dear daughter is back.
Are you tired from being out?
Why not stay out a bit longer before coming home?”
This scene made the eldest brother, Li Jun, support his forehead and sigh, while the second brother, Li Yan, scoffed derisively, and as for Li San, he took a fierce drag on his cigarette, utterly disdainful.
This is the famous South Sea’s richest man, a standard doting father of a daughter.
Yet when it came to the matter of a childhood betrothal, he was strangely and stubbornly opinionated.
How contradictory!
At that moment, Li Qiao looked at Li Guangming with amusement, then sized up her three brothers and said lightly, “Dad, since calling off the engagement requires Old Mr.
Shang’s agreement, let’s just wait.
There’s no need for you all to argue over this.”
Li Guangming nodded earnestly, patting Li Qiao’s shoulder with relief, “My daughter is the sensible one indeed!”
With that, he glared at the three men in the living room, and snapped, “See?
The three of you are so grown up, yet not as sensible as Qiaoqiao.”
The three sons of the Li Family fell into a complicated silence: “…”
…
After lunch, the several brothers left the house one after another.
Li Qiao sat alone on the balcony of the third floor, with a hand-ground coffee pot still on the glass table.
The fragrance of coffee beans spread around, adding a touch of pleasure to the boring afternoon.
Li Qiao looked at the misty sky, tapped her fingertips on her knees, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.
“Baby, you’re missing me already?” Nan Xin’s sickly sweet voice came through the receiver, heavily sugared.
Li Qiao’s lips pursed slightly as she gazed into the distance, “I want Shang Shaoyan’s phone number.”
Nan Xin’s breathing paused, and she asked in an extremely serious tone, “What are you going to do with it?”
“Not giving it to me?
Then I’ll get it myself…”
“I’m giving it, I’m giving it!” Nan Xin quickly replied, fearing the little ancestor would exert herself, “Such a simple matter, no need for you to bother, I’ll send it to you in a moment.”
Before hanging up the phone, Li Qiao reminded in a flat voice, “Don’t tell Li San.”
At that moment, Nan Xin, who was about to use another phone to tip off Li San, was stunned: “…”
In less than five minutes, through Nan Xin, Li Qiao had Shang Yu’s phone number.
As she looked at the string of digits, the image of the man proudly standing above all resurfaced in her mind.
Of course, she could find Shang Yu’s phone number herself, but if she personally accessed the border’s inquiry system, it would definitely alarm Li San.
After all, Li San had said that his information network covered everything in the world, even able to find out the movements of a grasshopper.
Thus, having Nan Xin assist was the best choice.
Li Qiao stared at the phone number for a moment and then sent a direct message: As long as I want, I can call it off?
The reply came instantly: Huh?
What?
Li Qiao looked at the text message screen, feeling that something was off, but she still patiently replied: Does Master Yan not remember his own words?
Then, the other person sent over a line of text: Sorry, I am Master Yan’s assistant, Liuyun.
This is my mobile number.
Who may I ask is this, and do you need me to convey a message?
Li Qiao looked at the text message emotionlessly, and the next second, she threw the phone onto the coffee table.
Just this?
An information network that covers everything in the world, capable of tracking a grasshopper’s movements?
Li San, it’s time for you to retire!
