The Favored Heiress

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Delaying My Romance Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Delaying My Romance At this moment, Shang Yu’s profound gaze rested on her faintly smiling cheeks, thin lips releasing a wisp of smoke, curling lazily around him in an indifferent, languid posture.

After finishing a cigarette, the man rose and took Li Qiao down to the restaurant on the level below.

In the elegant and comfortable restaurant, they sat opposite each other at a large marble table with dark veining.

Li Qiao looked at the food already laid out on the table, glancing around, “Who made all this?”

Ever since she had entered, she had not seen a single servant.

As a result, his Mansion, despite its modern vibe, still seemed empty and lacking the warmth of domestic life.

Shang Yu took a sip from the wine glass in his hand, “The servants, their quarters are on the third level underground.”

Li Qiao nodded in understanding, didn’t inquire further, and the two began to dine in silence.

…

After the meal, Li Qiao leaned languorously against the back of her chair, eyeing the handsome and distinguished man opposite her, and asked, “Master Yan, when will your father come to South Sea?”

“In the next few days,” Shang Yu replied, lifting his eyes with a faint smile at the corner of his lips, “Anxious?”

Li Qiao tilted her chin, slightly irritable, “Yeah, anxious.

I don’t feel at peace with this marriage arrangement not yet called off.”

Shang Yu’s deep eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on his lips becoming subtle, “Is it because you don’t like Shang Lu, or is it just the marriage arrangement that you dislike?”

“I dislike both.” Li Qiao made no effort to hide her aversion to the marriage, and muttered coldly and annoyingly in a quiet voice, “It’s interfering with my dating life!”

Her last words were spoken softly, and she wasn’t certain if Shang Yu had heard them, but the conversation ended there.

At two in the afternoon, after the rain had stopped, Shang Yu arranged for Liuyun to drive Li Qiao down the mountain.

The air on South Sea Mountain was fresh and brisk after the rain, carrying with it a refreshing moisture that was uplifting to the spirit.

Li Qiao got into the car at the Mansion’s entrance; as the vehicle drove away, the renowned pearl of the mountains, South Sea Mansion, shrank in the distance.

…

Back at the Li Family home, Li Qiao entered to find Li Guangming pacing the living room back and forth.

Duan Shuyuan was also sitting to the side, sighing heavily; overall, the expressions on both their faces were not too pleasant.

Li Qiao, hands in her pants pockets, stood at the entrance to the living room, casually leaning against the wall, “Mom, Dad, what happened?”

Li Guangming, startled, his eyebrows smoothing out his worry, looked up at Li Qiao with a smile, “My girl’s back.

Where have you been roaming on this rainy day, and without driving your car too?”

“Just out for a casual stroll.”

With that, Li Qiao looked towards Duan Shuyuan, clicked her tongue, and walked over to sit next to her, “Mom, why the constant sighing?”

Duan Shuyuan shook her head and instinctively wrapped her arm around Li Qiao’s shoulder, patting it, “My darling, your mom is just worried about you!”

“What have I done to make you worried?” Li Qiao asked surprisedly, keenly sensing that something was off with them today.

At that moment, Li Guangming stood behind the sofa, his hands bracing the back of the chair, his voice somber, “We just received notice that Old Mr.

Shang will be coming to South Sea in three days.”

“To call off the engagement?” Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, responded calmly, “Well, that’s good.

Better to get this marriage arrangement called off quickly, so as not to hold up Shang Lu from finding someone else.”

Hearing this, Li Guangming and Duan Shuyuan exchanged looks, pondering very seriously on one question: with Shang Lu’s shocking underlying health issue, did he even have the right to look for someone else?

After a quiet moment, Li Qiao went straight upstairs.

Out of her parents’ view, she quietly lifted the corners of her mouth, a pleased expression on her face.

She had only just asked Shang Yu about it, and she hadn’t expected that soon after returning home, the date for Old Mr.

Shang’s visit to South Sea would be set.