In no ti, Li Qiao lifted her head from Shang Yu’s embrace, slightly pursed her lips, with a hint of barely perceptible amusent in her eyes.
The man looked down at her, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, "Is he good-looking?"
Li Qiao glanced at him and shook her head naturally, "I don’t think so."
That’s the truth.
Back then, Tang Yiting’s evaluation of Shang Lu was extrely handso, but compared to Shang Yu, he seed bland and tasteless.
She only favored Shang Yu’s sharpness and wild nature; traits of temptation that Shang Lu didn’t have.
Thinking of this, Li Qiao raised her eyes again, "Did you see her as a child?"
The relationship between Shang’s and Mu Family was quite deep, and since Jing Yilan had seen Shang Lu, she should have also known Shang Yu.
At that mont, the man pondered for a few seconds, and spoke in a deep voice, "I don’t have a strong impression, perhaps I did."
Li Qiao looked at the video that had already stopped playing, lowered her brows and opened the last audio file.
Li Qiao didn’t have great expectations for the audio compared to the other files.
The evidence left by Jing Yilan, although not enough to overturn the current Xiao family, did provide very important clues.
In due course, it would undoubtedly allow the Xiao family to reap what they sow.
However, when the audio was opened, the recording content was unexpected.
Five minutes in length, the audio quality was poor, with buzzing noises.
Then, without any introduction, a robust male bass voice ca through the audio, "Yi Lan, do you have to oppose ?"
This voice was unfamiliar, Li Qiao pressed the pause button, turned her head, and locked eyes with Shang Yu, "Is it... Xiao Hongdao?"
The man’s lips pressed down, his eyes deep like the ocean, "Probably."
Li Qiao squinted and continued playing the audio, she heard Jing Yilan’s light laughter, "Big Brother Xiao, how can it be opposing you? Clearly, you’re unwilling to let go."
The audio was quiet for a few seconds, Xiao Hongdao sighed, "Isn’t it because you ddle too much? Yi Lan, we’ve known each other, why do you insist on making things absolute?"
"You treated Westin like a brother, yet you killed him on the street. We’ve known each other, what does it matter?" Jing Yilan’s tone carried a light sarcasm, adding with a hint of a smile, "Westin could never have imagined that the Big Brother Xiao he confided in was actually the culprit who took down his family."
Another bout of silence ensued, Xiao Hongdao chuckled briefly, "Yi Lan, are you recording this?"
Upon hearing this sentence, even Li Qiao was slightly shaken.
Decades ago, Xiao Hongdao was already so sharp?!
Jing Yilan remained calmly composed, with a few hints of desperate courage, "Are you scared?"
"Scared of what?" Xiao Hongdao’s tone grew even calr, "Yi Lan, you’ve oversimplified things. If Chairman Family were so easily taken down, would it have been your turn to step in?
The Ducal Family is part of the Royal Family; without enough strength, how could the Xiao family stand? You’re not opposing but a country."
Jing Yilan remained silent for a mont, then lightly laughed, "That only ans soone in the Royal Family is colluding with you. Big Brother Xiao, don’t worry, one day everything will be brought to light. If not by , then by soone else."
"Soone else? Your already deceased child, or... Parma Mu Family?" Xiao Hongdao sighed wistfully, "You could have had a bright future, yet you chose to destroy it for unrelated people, why bother."
Jing Yilan’s final words were, "Westin was not an unrelated person."
Xiao Hongdao laughed contemptuously, "You never t him face to face, you just learned a bit of stock trading from him and took him as your ntor? Yi Lan, you’re too impulsive."
The audio ended, marking the definitive end of Jing Yilan’s era.
Li Qiao lowered her eyes and leaned against the chair back, her expression slightly lancholic.
So, Jing Yilan learned stock trading from Westin.
Xiao Hongdao was not wrong; Jing Yilan and Westin couldn’t have t face to face.
Because the year Jing Yilan ca to British Imperial to study, Westin had already died three years prior.
The only plausible explanation was that Jing Yilan was familiar with Westin before coming to British Imperial.
Li Qiao searched the database for Westin’s information; it was clean, with barely any personal history.
Clearly, soone had tampered with and rewritten it.
Li Qiao’s gaze turned dark, she dragged the audio to the two-and-a-half-minute mark, listened to Jing Yilan’s words again, turned her eyes, her voice was mildly cold, "Westin and Xiao Hongdao were like brothers yet didn’t know his identity, that ans..."
Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled, his thin lips curved into a sharp arc, "Hidden identity, deliberately approaching."
Li Qiao closed her eyes, nodded silently.
If Xiao Hongdao was willing to remove the remaining mbers of Chairman Family, under the guise of friendship to approach Westin, it was indeed hardly preventable.
It is conceivable that Westin’s words and actions were defenseless in front of Xiao Hongdao.
And he likely revealed that he held evidence related to the usurpation of Chairman Family.
Thus, Xiao Hongdao definitely wouldn’t keep him alive.
...
Half an hour later, Li Qiao pushed open the window and ca to the balcony to gaze into the distance.
The biting cold wind slowly blew across her cheeks, dissipating the restlessness in her heart.
Looking back at the rights and wrongs of those years, Jing Yilan could have completely stayed out.
But she still chose to confront Xiao Hongdao for Westin.
Li Qiao was not her; she had no standing to judge the rights and wrongs of predecessors.
Yet Xiao Hongdao spoke one truth, Jing Yilan was indeed opposing a country.
Noble honor is above all, Royal honor is even more so.
Even if all the evidence were publicly disclosed, the Royal Family might not admit that Chairman was unworthy.
Because they’d rather let mistakes persist than allow the power and reputation of the Royals to be questioned and criticized.
Perhaps... only by causing a rift between Chairman and the Royal Family, with internal discord, could a breakthrough erge.
Li Qiao raised her head, looking at the thick darkness of the night, she felt it was a pity for Jing Yilan, and also for Mu Family.
Shortly after, the balcony door behind her was opened, Shang Yu walked over with displeasure on his face, "Standing here doing what, not afraid of the cold?"
The man’s semi-dry short hair hung over his forehead, his robe slightly open, revealing a well-defined chest.
Li Qiao turned and smiled, before she could speak he had already wrapped his arm around her shoulder, forcing her back into the bedroom.
Shang Yu pulled her to sit down by the bed, his thin lips pressed together, "You’re daydreaming again?"
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, shook her head, "No, Su Lao Si is getting married, I was thinking about what gift to give."
The man’s deep eyes carried a tinge of helplessness, he reached out to touch her slightly cool cheek, "Think about it tomorrow."
As he spoke, Shang Yu pulled her wrist, getting up and walking toward the bathroom.
Li Qiao’s eyelids twitched, she hurriedly called him, "Where are you going?"
The man stood still, glancing sideways at her suspicious eyes, a smile brewed on his thin lips, "Going to take a shower, so you don’t catch a cold."
"Oh..." Li Qiao didn’t think much of it, maybe the information in the storage had been overwhelming, and she kept getting distracted.
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