The Favored Heiress-Chapter 768: You’re a Real Dog

At that moment, Xi Luo calmly spread her hands with a smile, "What have I helped you with?"

Li Qiao turned her face away, her fingers tapping on her knee, "Is that so? Then you truly have the heart of a Bodhisattva."

"Then call me ’Bodhisattva Sister’ and let me hear it."

With women like Xi Luo, you could never fathom her with the mindset of an ordinary person.

Although Li Qiao did not receive a direct response, she understood that Xi Luo meant no harm.

...

In the afternoon, at the study of the Royal Villa.

In front of the sofa, He Chen crossed his right leg over his left knee, the glossy leather shoes glinting, "When are you returning to the country?"

"You have something on your mind?" Shang Yu raised his eyelids, his deep, dark pupils calm and undisturbed.

He Chen licked his teeth and lightly sneered with both hands resting on the back of the sofa, "Can’t I ask if there’s nothing wrong?"

Feng Yi leaned indifferently against the armrest, his mind wandering without a care in the world.

He was pondering over something very important—Princess Margaret was actually going to marry Charlman.

What on earth was she thinking?

In front of him, her campus first love, she danced openly with Charlman, looking like a smitten couple. Was her head filled with straw?

Suddenly, He Chen dropped his leg and kicked Feng Yi’s knee, "You asleep?"

Caught off guard, Feng Yi’s body lurched sideways, and he frowned at the footprint on his trousers, discontentedly saying, "Can’t you be a bit more gentlemanly?"

"Tsk." He Chen curled his lips disdainfully, "Don’t you know what kind of person I am?"

Feng Yi, too lazy to argue, brushed off the dust, "I’m heading home first, to avoid arousing their suspicions."

Shang Yu glanced at him and said nothing more, continuing to look at his phone and occasionally replying to messages.

He Chen clicked his tongue, bluntly exposing him, "Isn’t it the same whether you go home or not, haven’t they already become suspicious?!"

Feng Yi glanced at him sideways, brushed off the wrinkles on his trousers, adjusted his cuffs, and proudly picked up his coat to drape over himself, leaving the villa chest out and head held high.

He Chen squinted his eyes, watching Feng Yi’s retreating figure, his gaze flickering with deep, meaningful intent.

Outside the door, Feng Yi, preoccupied with his thoughts, paced slowly, nearly bumping into Xi Luo with a full embrace.

In her hand, she was holding a chocolate ice cream cone. Unexpecting Feng Yi to walk without looking, she twitched her hand, and the ice cream cone fell directly onto her casual shoes.

Xi Luo: "?"

Feng Yi’s narrowed gaze fell on her feet, and he asked indifferently, "Why is Margaret entering into a marriage alliance?"

Xi Luo looked at him incredulously and then glanced down at the stained shoe, "Is Margaret on my foot?"

Feng Yi suddenly snapped back to reality, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and his profound profile traced a hint of embarrassment, "I apologize."

He pulled out a gentleman’s standard handkerchief from his chest pocket, bent down, and intended to clean her shoes for her. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Xi Luo stomped her foot and stepped back several paces, "Don’t, I can’t afford such luxury."

Count William of Britain, the ultimate gentleman, bending over to clean her shoes—if those lovesick women knew about this, wouldn’t they tear her apart?

Feng Yi was obviously not himself, apologized again, and left with the handkerchief in hand.

The bewildered Xi Luo: "..."

Has he lost his mind?

Xi Luo, feeling repulsed, stomped her foot and, looking at the ice cream cone in her hand, wordlessly ascended the steps outside the hall.

Just then, her phone in her trouser pocket rang, and she casually threw the cone into the garbage can and took out her phone to look at it, smiling.

A sudden new group chat with seven people appeared on her WeChat page—Li Qiao and Shang Yu were both in it.

She had just been added by Feng Yi, and the group name was an incomprehensible pattern of Gibberish Characters.

Xi Luo couldn’t understand what it meant, and before she could type, Feng Yi sent a message first.

British Gentleman: @Zong Zhan, introduce her, this is Miranda.

Xi Luo’s eyes lit up, and she moved two steps to the side, leaning casually against a Roman column, ready to see what this "wolf-dog" would say.

Last night, he and He Chen did indeed speak about introducing a wolf-dog to her.

Lately, she had been following Shang Yu and Li Qiao around, getting her fill of their "dog food."

So last night, buoyed by the alcohol, she openly expressed her desire to start dating.

She didn’t expect those two to actually keep their word.

Xi Luo bent one leg in front of her, ignoring the stains that the wind was drying on her shoes, eagerly holding her phone in anticipation.

November in British Imperial, the temperature was definitely not comfortable.

As a result, five minutes later, the people casually chatting in the living room saw Xi Luo sneeze as she went upstairs, sarcastically commenting, "People can be inhumane, but you’re literally a dog."

Li Qiao, not knowing why, exchanged a look with Shang Yu, her eyebrows raised in confusion.

The man curved his thin lips, his eyes tender, "Why are you looking at me?"

Xia Siyu, hugging a cushion in her arms, asked Su Moshi with an equally puzzled expression, "Who is Sister Luo cursing at?"

Su Moshi twirled a ring on his finger, saying assuredly, "Probably the dog."

Only He Chen couldn’t contain his laughter.

Because on the WeChat group chat page, after Feng Yi introduced Xi Luo, a full five minutes passed before the wolf-dog replied.

Zong: Oh.

No wonder Xi Luo was cursing; wouldn’t normal logic dictate saying ’hello’ first?

Zong Zhan’s one-word reply was very much revealing of his straight male nature.

...

Dusk at Western Hills, in the underground private cinema of the Royal Villa.

Li Qiao rested her eyelids on Shang Yu’s shoulder, lost in thought.

Su Moshi, elbow on his knee, sat across from them and said seriously, "I suggest we take Brother Lih to the Medical Alliance as soon as possible."

Li Qiao lifted her head, her gaze cool, she tilted her face and asked Shang Yu, "When is dad coming?"

Shang Zonghai had sent word through Wei Ang during the day, saying he was delayed and would come to the villa later.

"Soon," replied the man with crossed legs and a stern expression, glancing towards Su Moshi, "How confident are you?"

Su Moshi shook his head with furrowed brows, "Hard to say, but his symptoms don’t seem to be just a cold."

Shang Yu’s eyes narrowed deeply, shadows flickering within.

And Li Qiao’s cheeks were also cold, she swallowed and made a decisive statement, "Then let’s go tomorrow to Myst Town, all together."

Su Moshi took a deep breath, then comforted himself in an attempt to sound casual, "Having him checked is better than guessing blindly; it might just be my overconcern."

Li Qiao’s expression remained unchanged, but inside she felt somewhat heavy.

Last night at the bar in the functional area, under the dim lights and dizzying alcohol, she had not noticed anything off about Yun Lih.

Thinking back, his rosy complexion might have just been the effect of the alcohol.

...

At 7 p.m., Shang Zonghai arrived fashionably late.

He seemed to have just come from an important event, his dark gray traditional attire looking particularly stately and imposing.

In the side hall, Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao with a gentle expression, "Girl, are you getting used to life in Britain?"

Li Qiao snapped back to reality and smiled with a nod, "It’s quite nice."

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Britain is not like home; be careful when you go out."

Li Qiao responded softly, while Shang Yu raised an eyebrow, his voice deep as he asked, "When will you be going back?"

"In a few days, after I finish my business, I’ll leave," Shang Zonghai put his glasses back on, hiding those sharp eyes once more.

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