The Favored Heiress-Chapter 120: Shang Shaoyan, You Have No Humanity

After several hot dishes were served, Qiu Huan finished his beer in one gulp and then remembered something, "Miss, where did you get that camera you borrowed from me?"

Li Qiao picked up a steamed shrimp and put it on her plate, hearing the question she looked up, raising an eyebrow, and countered without answering, "What’s the matter? Is there a problem?"

Just as Qiu Huan was about to speak, he was distracted by Shang Yu’s actions.

What did he see?

Unexpectedly, the boss slowly took the steamed shrimp from Li Qiao’s bowl...

Li Qiao watched Qiu Huan steadily, then lowered her head, and saw the shrimp being placed back on the dish.

Then, Shang Yu picked up the dish and handed it to Liuyun, his voice magnetic and deep: "Have the kitchen peel the shrimp and bring them back."

Liuyun walked out with a plate of steamed shrimp, his expression unchanged.

Such occurrences were no longer surprising, huh.

Qiu Huan, covering his forehead, laughed at himself, while Ou Bai looked at the shrimp on his chopsticks, his expression changing like a revolving lantern, particularly amusing.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at Shang Yu, her lips curving up slightly, but before she could speak, Shang Yu put a processed king crab leg on her plate, "Eat this first, and we’ll have shrimp later."

Watching the familiar crab leg being delivered to Li Qiao’s bowl, if he remembered correctly, was that the one he spent quite some time preparing?

Shang Shaoyan, you’re fucking inhuman!

At that moment, Li Qiao, eating the crab leg, looked up at Qiu Huan, "Master Qiu, you haven’t answered my question."

Qiu Huan collected himself, suppressing the urge to draw a sword, cleared his throat, and explained: "It’s nothing much, I was just surprised, your camera’s serial number is 122."

"And so?" Li Qiao narrowed her eyes.

Qiu Huan sighed, looking profoundly at the crab leg, "Originally, my engineer was inspired by a camera with the serial number 122, and as far as I know... that model of camera has a unique number for each item."

After speaking, his suggestive gaze fixed on Li Qiao’s face.

"Oh."

Qiu Huan: "?"

That’s it?

"Sister, to be honest, at the Venus Charity Auction, the person who anonymously bid for the camera with serial number 122, that was you, right?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Qiu Huan bluntly voiced his suspicion.

At this point, Li Qiao placed the finished crab leg aside, wiped the corner of her mouth, and replied indifferently, "Yes, it was me."

Upon receiving a direct response, Qiu Huan couldn’t help but feel alarmed, quickly took a sip of beer to cover up his composure.

To enter the Venus Auction, a net worth of two hundred million was the basic threshold.

Being able to bid anonymously meant she had been at least a middle-tier member for over three years, with a net worth starting at one billion.

Even coming from the wealthiest family, did the Li Family really have that much money for her to splurge?

Movements of tens of billions in capital, even the richest families might not be able to withstand that, right?!

People generally think the richest person is the wealthiest.

In reality, so-called wealth rankings are not truly indicative; they are, at best, just something for the public to gossip about after meals.

The real wealthy people, their wealth can’t be measured with concrete numbers, and they disdain being listed, like... Shang Shaoyan.

Like, the Qiu Family.

Qiu Huan wondered, could the Li Family have a financial reserve unknown to outsiders?

...

After dinner, it was not yet seven o’clock.

Qiu Huan suggested going to Chen Garden to relax, Shang Yu wiped his hands with a towel and glanced sideways at Li Qiao, his voice rich and deep: "Want to go?"

Li Qiao glanced at the time and nodded cheerfully, "I have no objections."

"Hmm," Shang Yu stood up, picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair, and handed it to Li Qiao very naturally.

Li Qiao received it, smoothed out the wrinkles, and casually hung it on her arm.

However, a second before leaving the private room, Shang Yu’s steady pace suddenly paused.

His eyes deep, he looked at the jacket, lips slightly parted, took it from her hand, unfolded it, and personally draped it over her shoulders, "Let’s go."

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