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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 62: Master Yan, I'm Single

The newly opened milk tea shop wasn't crowded, and the small shop was still filled with the sweet aroma of milk tea.

Mo Qi sat opposite Li Qiao, cradling a cup of milk tea in one hand, hesitant to speak.

At that moment, Li Qiao gazed at the succulent plants on the windowsill, her slightly tilted head outlining the perfect curve of her neck.

Mo Qi stared at her, his fingertips curled, his gaze somewhat infatuated.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" As she spoke, Li Qiao looked towards Mo Qi with an attitude that was neither cold nor warm.

Caught off guard by her direct gaze, Mo Qi turned away in a panic and took a sip of milk tea, trying to cover up his embarrassment at being caught off guard.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds before Mo Qi gathered his emotions and looked up again, "Xiao Li, why do you insist on becoming an embalmer?"

Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi, her nails lightly scratching the table, and she answered concisely, "Interest."