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The Favored Heiress

The engagement of the most adored daughter of the Li Family was broken off. Her furious family members railed against the heartless man and vowed to make him pay the price. * Later on, Li Qiao met her ex-fiancé’s big brother by chance. Some said he was the most mysterious man in Nanyang and his name was Shang Yu, aka Shang Shaoyan. While some others called him the overbearing and obsessive underground Overlord of Nanyang from whom everyone should stay away. Standing in the misty rain, Li Qiao gazed at the ruthless and untamed man with a shallow smile, said, “Hello, I’m Li Qiao.” She would become her ex-fiancé’s sister-in-law, if not wife. * Li Qiao and her ex-fiancé met again on the street several months later when he sneered at her, “Are you following me? Haven’t you given up hope yet?” A harsh voice berated him from behind, “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” From now on, only one rumor was circulating in Nanyang City – The merciless Overlord of Nanyang had one woman he uncritically doted on. Her name was Li Qiao.

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Chapter 222: Photo of the Female Stock God

At that moment, Shang Yu lowered his eyes to look at his phone, with the umbrella above casting a dark shadow on his cheek, making the faint dark circles under his eyelids gradually more apparent.

Li Qiao blinked, wanting to say something but then hesitated.

One could tell from his expression that he hadn't rested well the night before.

It was probably the incident at the dormitory that still troubled him.

This man, pride and sensitivity coexisted deep within his heart.

There are some things better left unspoken; there's no need to delve too deeply.

Contemplating, Li Qiao eventually decided to ask nothing, put down her cup, and turned her eyes away to the distance.

Before long, Luoyu's figure appeared in her sight.

She stood alone near the mid-mountain lawn, holding a cigarette between her fingers, continuously puffing smoke into the air.

Luoyu smoked quickly, lighting another as soon as one ended, seemingly agitated.

Even her sharply contoured face grew more tense.