The Favored Heiress

Duan Shuyuan's words came to rest, and an oppressive aura that made one's heart tremble spread throughout the living room.

Originating from Big Brother, Li Jun.

Li Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep gaze brimming with chill, "By the sounds of it, Shang Lu has never taken our Li Family seriously!"

Hearing this, Li Yan, eager to show his allegiance, immediately nodded obsequiously, "Big Brother is right, I think Shang Lu needs to be taught a lesson."

Li Jun gave him a cool glance and continued on his own accord, "I've looked into Shang Lu's background over the years, he's clean, at least where his relationships with women are concerned.

This marriage has been arranged for some years now, and he could have backed out earlier or later; why choose to do it just before Qiaoqiao graduates?!"

Duan Shuyuan, stroking her smooth fingernails, let out a cold laugh, "Didn't they say he's coming to visit tomorrow? If he doesn't provide a reasonable explanation, this matter won't be settled."

The family sat in the living room, wracking their brains for strategies to support Li Qiao.

At this moment, Li Qiao, who had been silent for a while, changed to a more relaxed position, nestled on the sofa and spoke at an even pace, "I agree to the dissolution of the engagement."

Li Guangming and the others immediately turned to look at her.

Duan Shuyuan caressed the top of Li Qiao's head with a pained expression, "Baby, are you speaking the truth?"

Objectively speaking, that brat Shang Lu, both in terms of his origins and background, was perfectly matched for Qiaoqiao.

Moreover, this marriage...

At the same time, Li Guangming also had a troubled expression on his face, "Qiaoqiao, Dad knows you're upset, but..."

He stopped mid-sentence, seemingly holding back what he really wanted to say.

Truth be told, Li Qiao had always been indifferent toward this arranged marriage.

But the current attitude of her parents further confirmed her suspicions that there was something problematic about the origins of this engagement.

Leaning on the armrest of the sofa, propping her cheek with one hand, Li Qiao watched her parents' expressions subtly change and hooked her lips lightly, "Since he's the one proposing the dissolution, let's dissolve it, I have no objections."

Li Yan, filled with resentment, retorted, "Isn't it too easy for him if we just let it go like this?"

Li Qiao looked innocently into Li Yan's eyes, then nonchalantly nodded, "Perhaps, but I do feel quite wronged."

After that declaration, the Li family members were ready to flex their muscles, prepared to show Shang Lu countless displays of their power.

You just wait, Shang Family's young Lu!

...

Two hours later, as evening approached, the third brother, Li Cheng, also hurried back home, covered with dust.

This frontier businessman carried an aura of steely coldness and bloodshed, his shoulders draped in a black trench coat. The moment he stepped into the living room, even the air seemed to grow murky and tainted with the smell of blood.

The three sons of the Li Family, each with their own abilities.

If the eldest, Li Jun, was a respectable South Sea official, and the second, Li Yan, was an Art Tycoon with his hands full of the stench of money, then the third, Li Cheng, was a bloodthirsty merchant skirting the edge of death.

And in the Li Family, Li Qiao was closest to her third brother, Li Cheng.

Now, Li Cheng strode confidently to the villa's third floor, standing in front of Li Qiao's bedroom door and knocking, "Qiao, it's me, Third Brother."

Li Cheng's voice carried a hoarse and tired edge, sounding even more deep and resonant.

Outside the window, swathes of sunset clouds painted the sky in a dreamlike fantasy. Li Qiao, hearing the knock, casually shut her laptop.

Upon opening the door, Li Qiao looked at Li Cheng with a languid gaze and teased him familiarly, "How long has it been since you last came home?"

Li Cheng, following the crack of the door, marched into the bedroom. He pulled over the computer chair and sat himself down with grandeur. The trench coat slid from his shoulders, revealing the handgun stashed at his lower back, "Things have been busy at the border, but I'm back now. So tell me, what's the deal with Shang Lu?"

Li Qiao glanced at the ceiling above her, walked over to him somewhat irritated, and leaned on the computer chair. She drew the gun from his waist and started to fiddle with it in her hands, "It's just like that, nothing much to tell."