The Favored Heiress-Chapter 785: What if It’s a Boy?

Not long after, Li Qiao returned to Shang Yu’s side and looked across to test the waters, "Dad, there’s something... I need to ask for your help."

Shang Zonghai was cradling a teacup with one hand, leaning back in his chair, meeting Li Qiao’s gaze with a nod, "You don’t have to say more, I already know. Have someone call that child over."

Li Qiao’s eyebrows lifted, and she shot a sidelong glance at Shang Yu beside her.

The man lowered his eyes to meet hers, a thin smile on his lips, everything understood without words.

...

As noon approached, Yun Lih walked steadily from the neighboring mansion.

Following him was Xia Siyu, stealing glances at his profile now and then.

In the nearby smoking area of the mansion, Xi Luo watched this scene and clicked her tongue, "The man is heartless, but the lady is infatuated."

Luoyu and Gu Chenn turned their heads at the same time, their movements strikingly synchronized.

Xi Luo looked around, then nestled a slim white lady’s cigarette to her lips and took a drag, "Am I wrong?"

Without a word, Luoyu remained silent while Gu Chenn tapped his ash and touched on a sore spot, "How’s it going with that cheap mongrel?"

Xi Luo cast him a sidelong glance, the curve of her mouth gradually drooping, "You said it yourself, a cheap mongrel. The breed isn’t good, so it’s nothing special."

"You tried it out that quickly?" Gu Chenn exclaimed in surprise.

Xi Luo let out a cold laugh, glanced up at the sky, feeling frustrated.

That wolf-dog had barely spoken in the WeChat group, but the kicker was that she’d added him privately as a friend, and two days had passed without him accepting.

Xi Luo had been researching whether this damn WeChat app had any function to retract friend requests.

She had assumed a gentleman’s friend would be a gentleman, too.

Now it seemed he was not even a person.

As Xi Luo was silently cursing Feng Yi and He Chen, full of resentment, her phone suddenly rang in her coat pocket.

What a coincidence, it was a WeChat message.

Xi Luo’s WeChat contacts weren’t numerous; holding her cigarette, she unlocked her screen, and upon entering, she immediately rolled her eyes.

The dog had turned human.

He’d actually accepted her friend request.

Xi Luo stubbed out her cigarette at once and stared at the "typing..." prompt at the top of the chat box, patiently waiting.

Three seconds later, a message popped up.

Zong: Who is this?

CNM.

Xi Luo almost blurted out these three letters.

But then she thought better of it and tapped out with an evil smirk, "Brother, have you forgotten about me so soon?"

Usually, Xi Luo couldn’t be bothered with such childish games.

But life had been dull lately, and amassing cats, teasing dogs, finding her own fun—it wasn’t bad.

The "typing..." prompt flickered several times at the top of the screen.

In the end, it fell silent.

Xi Luo frowned and sent over a question mark.

Then...

"The other party has enabled friend verification. You are not yet a friend; please send a friend request first."

Xi Luo: "..."

And they dared to recommend such a terminal stage straight-male-cancer patient to her?

...

Meanwhile, Yun Lih was sitting next to Shang Zonghai, his eyebrows arched with curiosity as he watched him take his pulse.

Xia Siyu clasped her hands over her knees, intently watching them without blinking.

Yun Lih’s expression was open, but his eyes were vigilant as he scanned the surroundings, paranoid about being jabbed with another needle without noticing.

After a while, Shang Zonghai adjusted his glasses, released Yun Lih’s wrist, and curled his lips, "Go back, it’s nothing serious."

Yun Lih’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze fixed on his own pulse, "With you personally intervening, how could it be nothing serious?"

Shang Zonghai rubbed the Buddha Beads on his wrist, chuckled with a look of utter serenity, "So young and yet so unconfident about yourself. Go back and eat more chives to replenish."

"Supplement what?" Yun Lih arched an eyebrow.

Shang Zonghai turned his face away, his gaze sweeping over his waist, "To fortify the kidney and boost yang."

Yun Lih’s expression stiffened; he rose and bent forward slightly, "Thank you for the trouble."

With that, he strode out toward the living room exit.

Shang Shaoyan’s old man sure was interesting!

Fortify the kidney and boost yang!

Did he need it?

Yun Lih, out of concern for face, beat a hasty retreat, always feeling that Shang Zonghai had the potential to be a quack.

After he left, Shang Zonghai’s smile faded, and in front of Li Qiao and the others, he explained, "It’s a pulse-promoting issue, with organ damage and severe heat symptoms."

Li Qiao understood immediately; her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice dropped a few degrees, "The Xiao family poisoned him..."

Xia Siyu originally thought she was talking about synthetic cannabinoids.

Unexpectedly, Li Qiao relayed everything Xiao Yehui had said.

Xia Siyu was incredulous, feeling dizzy, and only remembered those four words: six types of toxins.

At this moment, Shang Zonghai took off the Buddha Beads and toyed with them gently, his eyes narrow and his expression calm, "It might not be so serious."

Li Qiao’s lips turned up slightly, "Dad, do you have a way?"

Shang Zonghai’s brows relaxed, his gaze resting on the Buddha Beads in his hand, "Girl, if I didn’t have a way, what would you want to do?"

This question seemed to be an inquiry, but it was actually a test.

Holding Shang Yu’s hand, Li Qiao smiled frankly, "Do our best, save him."

"Haven’t you thought about pretending to reconcile with him to seize the opportunity to get the antidote?"

In the situation where the toxins were unclear, this was actually a shortcut.

However, Li Qiao’s answer made Shang Zonghai laugh out loud.

She said, "Regardless of whether those six toxins are real or fake, even if they’re real, if he could act against Yun Lih, we won’t be an exception."

Xiao Yehui’s mind was deep, and when he wanted to do something, he’d stop at nothing until he’d done it.

The result of Liuzi going back could not guarantee he wouldn’t be blackmailed and controlled by him.

What was the point?

Shang Zonghai, holding the Buddha Beads, nodded at Li Qiao, "Aren’t you afraid of delaying his condition, that you won’t be able to treat him?"

Li Qiao’s eyes lifted wistfully, praising him nonchalantly, "Is there not still you?"

"Fine, since you, the girl, have asked, I’ll break the rule just this once and help you save him."

Li Qiao’s deep concern for Yun Lih settled only at that moment, as she finally felt the weight lifted from her shoulders.

She never doubted Shang Zonghai’s medical skills, only...

Li Qiao pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and then asked again, "Dad, does the Xiao family also practice Chinese medicine?"

Shang Zonghai’s eyebrows knitted together, playing with the Buddha Beads at a very slow pace, his tone also calm and low, "You could say they come from the same school of thought."

...

Half an hour later, around twelve o’clock, Shang Zonghai left Myst Town.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu saw him off to the parking lot and glanced at the conspicuous Royal Family vehicles; Li Qiao’s eyebrows lifted, "Where are you staying lately, Dad?"

"Danmu Palace."

Just as she thought, the residence of the Crown Prince.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked slowly along the pathway, where even at noon, the sky was still covered with a grey haze.

"Don’t go out by yourself next time, okay?" The man pinched Li Qiao’s hand, his deep-set eyes locking on her cheek, intense and focused.

Li Qiao looked up, a smile curving her lips, "Was it you who specifically asked Dad to come?"

Shang Yu stroked her head, his gaze sweeping over her abdomen, "We had to let him come to see his future granddaughter."

Granddaughter...

His obsession was indeed deep.

Li Qiao’s playful side emerged, her eyes curving as she looked at him, "What if it’s a boy?"

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