The Favored Heiress-Chapter 820: Evidence of Your Fiancé’s Crimes

Li Qiao didn’t go to disturb him, leaning against the sliding window quietly watching the man.

Separated by just a window, Li Qiao clearly heard his last sentence, "The person is in the South Sea, if he wants to find me, let him come himself."

Shang Yu let go of the phone after hanging up and, with one hand pocketed, gazed leisurely towards South Sea Mountain, puffing out smoke rings.

Perhaps sensing something unusual behind him, he turned slightly and saw Li Qiao’s figure bathed in soft glimmer through the warm light of the study.

The man pinched out his cigarette and came in through the opened window.

The cold wind was biting, messing up Li Qiao’s half-dried long hair.

Shang Yu closed the window without much thought, his handsome face visibly darkened, "Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?"

Li Qiao, catching the smell of tobacco on him, naturally changed the topic, "Aren’t you done with work yet?"

"Almost there," the man said as he led her to sit down, his palm soothing her shoulder, "Did you need me for something?"

Li Qiao glanced at the still open computer and the documents on the table and sighed silently, "No, I can’t sleep. Go on with your work; I’ll stay here for a while."

Shang Yu looked at her fair cheeks, a faint smile forming on his lips, "Tell me when you feel sleepy."

Li Qiao nodded, watching him go back to his desk and then took out her phone to start a game.

The night wind howled outside the window while the study remained warmly inviting.

After playing a couple of games on her phone, Li Qiao looked up, colliding with the man’s gaze that had just turned towards her.

She leaned sideways against the armrest, her slim legs bent on the sofa, "I heard that Xiao Yehui plans to marry Princess Margaret on New Year’s Day."

Shang Yu closed his pen cap methodically, his Adam’s apple moving slowly as he spoke with interest, "A royal wedding is indeed a good way to break through rumors and gossip."

"I suppose so," Li Qiao twirled the belt of her robe a couple of times, "Once they’re married, the issues with the Staff Team will also be solved. The Second Crown Prince seems quite firm in his stance."

Being Charlman’s umbrella despite past feuds, justifying it solely on the basis of capital assistance, seems far too contrived.

Even when faced with scandals, deeply entwined conglomerates mostly choose to save their own skins.

Yet the Second Crown Prince did the opposite, showing more resolution than the Staff Team itself.

Shang Yu eyed Li Qiao, seeing her deep in thought, and a deep voice spilled from his throat, "A stance is built on a foundation of trust and interest."

"That’s the truth," Li Qiao agreed as she touched her chin, "Divide and conquer might not work on them, better to..."

"Hmm?" The man raised his eyebrows, signaling her to continue, stood up and walked towards her, bending down from his superior height to observe her eyes, "Better to what?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Li Qiao reached out and looped her hand around Shang Yu’s neck, a mischievous look on her face, "Better to let the snipe and clam fight."

The man tilted his head to kiss her wrist then slid his arm around her waist, lifting her off the sofa horizontally, "Before becoming a fisherman, let’s go back to sleep first."

Li Qiao wriggled her legs in his arms, "Are the hackers still attacking Charlman’s firewall?"

Shang Yu slowed his steps, looking down at her, "Want to take a look?"

"Maybe tomorrow." Li Qiao’s fingertips traced the man’s features, a sly smile on her lips, "Suddenly, I feel like writing code."

Shang Yu bent his head to brush her lips, "Alright."

...

The next day, close to ten o’clock, Li Qiao strolled into the hedge fund company at a leisurely pace.

Having disappeared for half a month, as soon as the company’s employees saw her, they went out of their way to avoid her.

Fearful they’d become the next Liu Min, who was compelled to resign.

Li Qiao walked into Xi Luo’s office, hooked a chair with her toe to sit down, and tossed a document onto the desk.

Xi Luo was applying lipstick in front of her vanity mirror, glanced at the thick file, and raised an eyebrow, "What’s this?"

"Evidence of your ’fiancé’s’ crimes," Li Qiao said.

Xi Luo’s hand shook, and her lipstick smeared from the corner of her mouth to her chin...

She put down the mirror and lipstick, grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth while looking at the document, "Ai Bo’s?"

Li Qiao looked down at her fingernails and said indifferently, "If you can’t bear to use it, forget about it."

Xi Luo slapped the file shut with a laugh, "You’re just getting back at me for making you come to work today, aren’t you?"

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids and pouted toward the file, "Do you want it or not?"

"I want it!" Xi Luo opened the file again to take a look, clicking her tongue in amazement, "Are these pieces of evidence authentic? The British Imperial rarely has corruption cases, and being a confidant of the Second Crown Prince, Ai Bo shouldn’t be short of money. What’s gotten into him that he would go so far as to embezzle?"

The British Imperial was very harsh on corrupt officials, and for amounts beyond a certain threshold, it could even result in life imprisonment.

Not only that, but the groups and parties behind the corrupt officials would also be implicated. It was a significant matter, which is why officials in the British Imperial rarely crossed that line.

Li Qiao pulled at her lip, "Half true, half false."

Xi Luo gave a silent thumbs up, "Smart!"

Ai Bo was not just the confidant of the Second Crown Prince but also the standing Vice Secretary of the British Commonwealth Government.

With high authority and status, if he was suspected of corruption, the entire party of the Second Crown Prince would be implicated too.

Others might kill two birds with one stone, but she aimed for many more with a single stone.

Xi Luo carefully placed the file into her bag, then swiveled her chair around and narrowed her eyes, "Where did you get this evidence?"

"Someone gave it to me," Li Qiao said as she got up, pushing back the chair with a gesture that indicated she was leaving.

"Hey, kid, don’t leave me hanging, who gave it to you?" Xi Luo, donning flamboyant red lips, raised her voice to inquire after Li Qiao from behind.

In the end, all that answered her was Li Qiao’s cold and heartless departing figure.

With a sigh of resignation, Xi Luo exhaled, oh well, it’s useless to try to extract something from this kid that she doesn’t want to say.

She spun her chair around, eyes flickering with thought, grabbed her phone, and dialed Princess Margaret, "Ai Bo is about to face trouble. If you don’t want to be dragged into it, find somewhere to have fun for ten days or half a month before heading back."

Princess Margaret was sitting on her luxurious princess bed, with a computer beside her showing a street view of the American capital, "What trouble could he possibly have? He’s a sly old fox and was very careful with everything."

Xi Luo licked her lips, with a barely-there smile she reminded, "Your ’sister’ is far shrewder than he is. Ai Bo is your father’s right-hand man, and the Lower House will definitely initiate an investigation. It’s better to go out and have fun for a while to avoid getting yourself involved."

"Fine," Princess Margaret grudgingly agreed to the suggestion, "then I’ll go to America to clear my head tomorrow."

Xi Luo scoffed, "You might as well say you want to meet Second Young Master William."

Princess Margaret straightened her shoulders, "You really are annoying, woman."

...

After leaving the fund company, Li Qiao planned to head back to the Mansion to meet with Cheng Mo at the Secret Hall.

Downstairs, Luoyu was leaning against the car door smoking, and upon seeing Li Qiao, he opened the passenger side door for her and casually flicked his cigarette butt into an ash extinguisher.

Right then, a few people emerged from the coffee shop on the street. Zong Yue took a sharp look and hurriedly called out, "Qiaoqiao!"

"Sister-in-law," Li Qiao stopped and stood straight with a faint smile.

Zong Yue handed her coffee cup to a colleague and quickly approached Li Qiao, scrutinizing her complexion, "I heard from Mom a few days ago that you fell ill as soon as you came back. Are you feeling any better now?"

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