The Favored Heiress-Chapter 763: The Lady is Not to be Underestimated

In the living room, Shang Yu and Li Qiao sat on one side while Crown Prince George casually sat down on the sofa opposite them, "Are you still so formal with me?"

Shang Zonghai patted the armrest and, looking in Li Qiao’s direction, lifted his head, "You’ve met my girl, haven’t you?"

The sternness faded from Crown Prince George’s expression as he regarded Li Qiao with a warm look in his eyes; then he pointed in the air and said, "The affair in Myanmar, that was your masterpiece, wasn’t it?"

The remark wasn’t a question but more like knowing banter.

Li Qiao straightened her posture and gave a slight nod, "You flatter me."

Crown Prince George turned his head to Shang Zonghai, praising with a sense of admiration, "This child is much better than I imagined."

"Of course."

Shang Zonghai responded calmly to the praise.

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, pulling at the corner of her mouth as she glanced sideways at Shang Yu.

The man gently pinched her hand, lifted his eyelids, and said in a low and smooth voice, "Dad, Uncle George, I’ll take her upstairs to rest."

Li Qiao: "..."

She wasn’t that delicate!

Shang Zonghai nodded warmly, "Go ahead, take good care of the girl."

Li Qiao followed Shang Yu straight up to the spiral staircase, instantly feeling like a delicate beauty.

Around the corner of the stairs, once out of sight of the elders, Li Qiao twisted Shang Yu’s palm and spoke leisurely, "The Archbishop, truly well-deserved."

The man’s movement halted as he ascended the steps, a passionate flame kindling in his deep eyes.

Li Qiao waited a while for his reply and, clearing her throat, she raised her eyebrows in challenge, looking at him. In the next second, Shang Yu hooked her shoulder and pressed her against the wall, "The Archbishop’s wife is equally formidable."

He lifted Li Qiao’s chin, leaned in with his handsome face, and as their lips were about to touch, a finger came between them, "Stop it, there’s someone."

Shang Yu’s brow furrowed slightly, following Li Qiao’s gaze, he saw Wei Ang, Shang Zonghai’s confidant, standing at the top of the stairs with a tray in hand, uncertain whether to advance or retreat.

And truth be told, the young lady’s dress was really pretty.

Black and glittery, it was only that the wraparound seemed a bit superfluous. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

If his girlfriend wore it, she would definitely look great too.

The man’s eyes narrowed, his palm circling Li Qiao’s neck as he pulled her tightly into his arms, his gaze warning, "Had your fill of looking?"

Wei Ang shuddered, his pupils focused as he realized he had been unconsciously staring at the young lady’s evening gown.

To Shang Yu, of course, this was not acceptable.

Wei Ang immediately looked down and fled.

Having no choice since the staircase was occupied by the Young Master and his lady, he opted to take a detour outside the castle to deliver the tea to the living room.

Wei Ang still had Li Qiao’s dress on his mind, thinking he must ask the young lady where she bought it when he got a chance.

Later, he happened to learn from Luoyu about the origin of the evening gown: a couture creation worth eight million with crushed diamonds, one of a kind worldwide.

Wei Ang understood, his girlfriend wasn’t deserving of it.

A few minutes later, Li Qiao returned to the third-floor master bedroom with swollen lips and Shang Yu.

She leaned against the chaise longue by the window, asking languidly, "How did our dad come to know the Crown Prince?"

The man began to undo the buttons of his shirt collar, stretching his neck with a tilt of his head, the lines of his Adam’s apple shifting slightly, "College classmates."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, understanding.

She had thought that Shang Zonghai had studied abroad in the British Imperial days, and Shang Yu added, "Uncle George once did an exchange at Parma University."

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