Luoyu couldn’t understand and didn’t bother to think deeply.
But when it ca to inherent weaknesses, she didn’t think this term could be used for the head of the family.
Calling him cunning as a fox and shrewd with long-term plans seed more appropriate.
...
On the other side, Li Qiao and Shang Yu arrived at the entrance of the tea room, where Old Xiao, having waited for so ti, greeted them with excitent. He opened the door and cheerfully said, "Eldest Young Master, Young Madam, guess who’s here."
Li Qiao followed the gradually opened wooden door and saw the two people sitting opposite Shang Zonghai, who also turned their heads simultaneously, "Qiaoqiao!"
"Mom, Dad..."
Li Qiao’s eyes trembled slightly as she looked at Mr. and Mrs. Li standing up, her voice inexplicably choked.
It had been a long ti since she last saw them.
Duan Shuyuan hurried to Li Qiao’s side, too rushed to greet Shang Yu, and held her hands to examine her, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"
Li Guangming stood by her side, also watching Li Qiao intently.
On their trip to Myanmar, many things were kept in the dark from them.
But that didn’t an they couldn’t sense the unusual.
Duan Shuyuan’s eyes reddened as she continuously rubbed Li Qiao’s arm, "Your belly has grown, but why have you lost so much weight? Is the morning sickness getting worse?"
Li Qiao pursed her lips and hugged Duan Shuyuan, "No, Mom, I’m fine."
Duan Shuyuan, feeling distressed, discreetly wiped the corners of her eyes and complained, "You’re always telling the good news and not the bad, don’t carry everything on your own, your parents are your backing too."
At this ti, Li Guangming took a deep breath and turned to Shang Yu, "Shaoyan, Qiaoqiao has made you worry."
He patted the man’s arm, his expression carrying a mix of relief and gratitude.
After all, in the South Sea, the na Shang Shaoyan ant strength and excellence, and Li Guangming never believed Shang Yu would face any mishap.
Qiaoqiao, being with him, must be the one being cared for.
Shang Yu lowered his eyes and nodded, his rich, low voice resonating with a magnetic baritone, "Dad, you’ve overestimated, it’s Qiaoqiao who has been considerate of ."
"It’s nothing serious, you young couple should support and help each other," Li Guangming waved his hand, his eyebrows full of kindness.
After a while, Shang Zonghai, behind the tea table, invited them, "Don’t stand there, co in and chat."
The group sat near the tea table, and Shang Zonghai placed tea cups before each person, glancing at Mr. and Mrs. Li, "Why don’t you stay a few more days this ti, see through the Mid-Autumn Festival before returning."
Mr. and Mrs. Li exchanged glances and accepted the invitation in unison, "No problem, we’ll do as you say."
Shang Zonghai curved a faint smile, "We’re all family, no need to be so polite. It’s perfect that we’re all together, we can take the chance to discuss their wedding."
Wedding...
Li Qiao was montarily distracted, unconsciously thinking about Wu Minmin’s wedding.
At this ti, Shang Yu took a sip of tea and glanced at Shang Zonghai, "I have the wedding arrangents handled."
Shang Zonghai pressed his lips, "Have you set the date?"
The man glanced at him, "Once it’s decided, I’ll let you know."
Shang Zonghai was montarily speechless, shaking his head in resignation, "Fine, take care of it yourself, but don’t delay too long."
Before long, Li Qiao and Shang Yu left the tea room.
Shang Zonghai took a sip of tea, his expression deep, "Has that child Mo Jue’s background been ntioned to you?"
Mr. and Mrs. Li were puzzled, "She said she picked her up, is there anything wrong?"
"Hmm." Shang Zonghai pondered for a few seconds, his eyes behind the glasses narrowing unconsciously, "As a descendant of the Mu Family, the fact that she t you was destined.
This ti, don’t rush back, the Mu Family’s extermination case has been reopened, and the British Imperial and Parma will eventually provide their investigation results. When the case is closed, let’s go to the Cultural Garden for a morial."
Li Guangming’s breath hitched, "Mo Jue is a child of the Mu Family?"
Shang Zonghai nodded, "I asked her, and she doesn’t plan to inherit the Mu Family’s possessions, so everything will be handed to Mo Jue in the future. That child had a rough childhood, so take good care of her in your ho."
"We certainly will, rest assured."
...
In the dicine Garden, Shang Lu and Yun Lih were casually chatting while drinking beer.
"Why didn’t that Xia girl co back with you this ti?"
Shang Lu, though clueless about love, couldn’t let go of Xia Siyu reporting Shang Zonghai back then.
Yun Lih lounged in a wicker chair, his gaze dazed with a slight intoxication, "Her na is Xia Siyu."
"She can be called whatever." Shang Lu curled his lips, "She said she’d leave once you recovered, but in the middle of treatnt, she ran off first. Nothing but empty words."
Yun Lih slightly frowned, closing his eyes and drinking so beer, "Instead of worrying about her, you should find a way to cure your own issues."
"Cough—" Shang Lu choked on his beer, tightened his grip on the can, "Mind your own business or you’ll et an early death!"
Yun Lih looked at him with a complicated expression, "You should beco a monk, better than being a fledgling all your life."
Shang Lu grinded his molars and said with disdain, "A fledgling has no right to mock another fledgling!"
Yun Lih: "..."
The two were still trading barbs when a servant reported from outside the dicine Garden, "Second Young Master, Madam, and the Eldest Young Master have returned."
Shang Lu was stunned, leaning out of his swing seat, eyes shining with excitent, "Sister-in-law is back?"
"Yes, Second Young Master, they just returned to the private section in the backyard."
Shang Lu jumped off the swing seat, muttering, "Damn, damn, Sister-in-law finally brought Brother back, I need to take a look."
He took a few steps before realizing Yun Lih hadn’t followed, "You not coming?"
Yun Lih licked his cheek and shook his head, "I’m tired, going to take a nap."
Shang Lu watched his silhouette leaving the beer can behind and heading to the side room, puzzled and curling his lips, "He used to always ask about Sister-in-law, why a sudden change of heart now."
...
In the evening, at Yuezhai Hall.
Shang Zonghai had specifically arranged for the kitchen to prepare a covered dinner to entertain Mr. and Mrs. Li.
Since Shang Yu was still in treatnt, he needed to return to the hospital after dinner.
At this mont, the atmosphere at the dinner table was sowhat delicate, as Luo Xi was also present.
Not that she didn’t understand the etiquette, but Li Qiao had invited her to join.
In such a setting, Luo Xi felt a bit uneasy.
Beside her was the smiling, welcoming Duan Shuyuan, and at her right, Li Qiao.
Just then, Wei Ang walked into the dining room hastily.
He bypassed the round table and whispered to Shang Zonghai, looking sowhat anxious.
The group slowed their eating movents, while Shang Zonghai remained calm, raising his head towards Li Qiao, "Tell her to arrange it."
Wei Ang nodded in agreent, then went to Li Qiao’s side and whispered a few words.
Upon hearing this, Li Qiao put down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and calmly said, "Save her life, she doesn’t have the chance for relief."
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