Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Who Would Like an Idiot?
Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Who Would Like an Idiot?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The dinner at Crystal Garden took Li Qiao and Shang Yu about an hour.
The girl’s dining behavior was exquisite, she chewed slowly and deliberately, and … she was very picky.
Even though she had selected the dishes herself, there were still a lot of deliberately picked out side dishes piled on the plates beside her.
Green onions, ginger, garlic, onions, kelp, broccoli, purple cabbage …
Liuyun on the side was stunned.
Who was it that said they weren’t picky eaters not long ago?
Miss Li, do you have some misunderstanding about picky eating?
At this moment, a faint smell of smoke drifted over from the opposite side.
Li Qiao bit off a piece of crystal noodle and slightly raised her head to see Shang Yu sitting askew at the table, his deep eyes looking out the window, lost in thought.
Li Qiao touched her lips, tasting the soup remnants as she instinctively set down her chopsticks, and blurted out, “The engagement with Shang Lu, is it really going to be called off?”
The man brought a cigarette to his lips, exhaling smoke, and tapped the ash with his fingertip, “It can be canceled.
My father will come next week to personally apologize.”
Shang is coming to the South Sea?
Li Qiao’s red lips parted slightly, and the worries of the past few days gradually dispersed.
Actually, as long as the wedding could be canceled, the process and cause didn’t matter that much anymore.
That night at nine-thirty, the Yan Emperor Group’s luxury motorcade once again stopped outside the Li Family’s gate.
And Li Qiao’s Mercedes was also driven back from the sports field by Shang Yu’s subordinates.
At the door, after Li Qiao got out of the car, she turned to look at the half-lowered window of the Charm Shadow Car.
Meeting the man’s gaze, she waved and said goodnight before getting into her own car.
Shortly after, Li Qiao entered the house at a steady pace; the bright living room was empty.
She greeted the butler and went straight to the second-floor study.
Inside the study, Li Guangming was not there.
Li Qiao looked at the cup of steaming hot tea on the table, took off her coat, pulled over a chair, and sat down to wait for him.
Less than five minutes later, Li Guangming hummed a tune as he pushed the door open and entered.
Seeing Li Qiao, he jumped slightly, “Oh my, girl, when did you get back?”
Li Qiao leaned back in her chair and gave him a sidelong glance, “Just got back.
Dad, I have something to tell you.”
Go ahead!” Li Guangming immediately put on a serious face, sat in front of his desk, interlaced his fingers on the table, ready to listen.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, and without showing any different expression, she dropped a bombshell, “I heard Elder Shang has agreed to call off the engagement and will come to the South Sea in a few days to see you in person.”
Li Guangming’s elbow jostled, knocking over the steaming cup of tea.
He agreed?” Li Guangming couldn’t care less about the tea soaking into his sleeve as he looked at Li Qiao in disbelief.
Li Qiao nodded lazily, her expression much more subdued, “Mhm, Shang Yu himself said so.”
Li Guangming didn’t utter a word, and after a long while, he sighed reluctantly, “Alright then, if that’s how it is, let’s not force it.
Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, a hint of irritation twisting at her brows, “Dad, since you refuse to talk about the origins of this arranged marriage, I won’t ask.
To be honest, even if Elder Shang didn’t agree, I would still definitely call off this engagement.
So, you understand what I’m saying, right?”
“My girl, do you really … dislike Shang Lu so much?” Li Guangming flicked his sleeve and leaned in to probe Li Qiao.
Li Qiao looked at him expressionlessly, “Who would like an idiot?”
Li Guangming nodded seriously; he also thought Shang Lu wasn’t too bright.
If you don’t like Shang Lu, let’s just cancel the engagement.
My daughter is so exceptional; I’m not worried about not finding a better match!
You don’t need to worry, if you’re unwilling, Dad will definitely not force you to do something you dislike.”
Li Qiao tugged at her lip, “Thanks, Dad.”