CHAPTER 955: CHAPTER 955: THE SISTER-IN-LAW IS TRULY FULL OF SURPRISES

"Aren’t you afraid of killing him?" The other person laughed after speaking, "Right, you don’t need to be afraid, someone will take the blame for you."

Li Qiao looked down at her watch, "Get him to the Palm Tree Nightclub by nine tonight."

Just after ending the call, Li Qiao twisted her neck, sensing a strange vibe in the air.

She furrowed her brows and turned around, seeing three figures a few steps away, with an innocent expression, "Dad..."

At this moment, Shang Zonghai, Shang Yu, and He Chen stood not far away.

He Chen, ever the sharp-tongued tease, placed a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow at Li Qiao, "Sis, heading to the nightclub at nine?"

Li Qiao shot him a cold glance, then replied calmly, "You misheard."

He Chen laughed heartily, nudging Shang Yu’s shoulder, "Palm Tree Nightclub, wanna check it out together?"

Li Qiao’s expression changed instantly.

The man shot him a sideways glance, "You’re meddlesome."

Shang Zonghai only smiled silently, pondering while fiddling with his Buddha Beads.

Soon, they returned to the main building on the second floor, where Liuyun and Wei Ang came in, panting, with their arms full of stuff.

"Madam, we’ve brought everything over."

Li Qiao signaled them to place it on the coffee table, then spoke softly, "Whether useful or not, take it with you at the wedding."

He Chen picked up an ultra-thin bulletproof vest, "How many bullets can this thing stop?"

Li Qiao eyed the new small pistol on the table, with a glimmer of eagerness in her eyes.

Seeing this, He Chen tossed the bulletproof vest onto Liuyun’s chest with a sly smile, "Wanna try it?"

Liuyun held the bulletproof vest, shaking his head earnestly, "Brother Chen, Madam tried it at the factory, it won’t break before thirty shots."

He Chen’s handsome face was filled with a roguish smile of understanding, "Sis-in-law truly has hidden depths."

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids, "Not as much as Brother Chen, who can have Second Sis owe a million in foreign debt."

He Chen: "..."

...

After dinner, Li Qiao pulled Shang Yu to the pavilion.

He Chen left without even eating, intending to have a heart-to-heart with Yin Mo back home.

"Are you going out tonight?" The man held a medicine bottle, eyeing Li Qiao as he spoke deeply.

"Not too long, at most two hours." Li Qiao raised her eyes to meet Shang Yu’s gaze, seemingly hesitant as she asked, "Are you... coming?"

In Shang Yu’s profound eyes, there was a surge of emotion as he noticed Li Qiao’s hesitation, he squinted slightly, "Hiding something from me?"

Li Qiao turned her face away, choosing her words, "It’s not that I’m hiding it from you, I just don’t want you to see her."

"Madam Xiao."

Li Qiao nodded calmly, "It’s her."

No matter where Ming Dailan stood now, Li Qiao still preferred they didn’t meet.

Some wounds can’t be healed with a few apologies and guilt.

Besides, Shang Yu doesn’t need that either.

The man unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out a few pills, and took them before advising in a deep, thick voice, "Go early and come back early."

Li Qiao exchanged a smile with him, "Palm Tree Nightclub is the Flame Alliance’s turf."

...

At eight o’clock, Li Qiao set out.

Shang Yu unlocked his phone, opened the watch’s built-in program, watching Li Qiao’s movements with a stern expression.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the man locked the screen, raising his eyes to ask, "She contacted Qiaoqiao."

Shang Zonghai casually walked up, sat opposite him, picked up and opened the medicine bottle to sniff, "She’s finally shown some smarts this time."

For a long time, there was an unspoken understanding, and the father and son rarely discussed Ming Dailan.

But not mentioning didn’t mean she wasn’t there, she remained a thorn deeply embedded, always evoking complex emotions when thought of.

Shang Yu’s eyes were as deep as the sea, icy cold with deep sarcasm, "Smart?"

Shang Zonghai glanced at him, sealing the bottle with chilly amusement, "She’s always been too self-assured. This time reaching out to Qiaoqiao, either to join forces or to probe, but she knew to avoid you and me, indeed smarter than before."

Shang Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, standing up, his voice was low and cold, "Rest early, I’m going out."

"With the girl’s wit, she is not a match for her." Shang Zonghai sat like a mountain, removing his glasses to pinch his bridge, "Just remind the girl, since we’ve decided to deal with Xiao Yeyan, don’t give him the chance to rise again."

The man turned, his gaze playful, "How many eyes do you have in Myanmar?"

Shang Zonghai waved his hand, "Go ahead, bring the girl back safely."

...

At eight-thirty, at the Naypyidaw Night Market.

A black business car stopped by the street, soon, a figure in a Myanmar traditional long dress, face covered with a red veil, strolled out from the bustling crowd.

Despite the conservative attire, it still accentuated her noble and graceful temperament.

The door opened, and a woman leaned inside, taking off her veil, she turned to look at Li Qiao next to her, "I thought you wouldn’t come."

Li Qiao crossed her legs and leaned against the seat with her eyes closed in rest.

Hearing the other’s somewhat stiff and self-mocking tone, she casually retorted, "I never expected the Old Duchess to defect."

The words dripped with sarcasm.

The veil fell, revealing Ming Dailan’s still charming face.

She pursed her lips, glancing at the curious-eyed Liuyun, "Shaoyan, he..."

Li Qiao slowly opened her eyes, looking at Ming Dailan with a half-smile, "He’s fine, save your concern."

Ming Dailan looked embarrassedly out of the window, "Li Qiao, there’s no need for such hostility, since I sought you out, you should understand..."

Before she finished, Li Qiao raised her elbow, "Madam Xiao, there’s nothing presupposed. With your tactics, seeking me out doesn’t eliminate the possibility of you betraying."

"Li Qiao!"

Ming Dailan had anticipated poor attitude from Li Qiao, but hearing such cold sarcasm made her subtly annoyed.

Li Qiao didn’t waste more words, shot a glance at Liuyun, who started the engine and directly headed for the Palm Tree Nightclub.

At nine, the nightclub was bustling with lights and revelry.

Wearing her veil, Ming Dailan and Li Qiao walked into the exclusive elevator at the back door.

"You came out alone, not afraid the Old Duke might find out?"

Li Qiao leaned against the elevator door, breaking the silence lazily.

"He’s at the presidential palace, he won’t be back for two hours." Ming Dailan smoothed her veil, "Li Qiao, there’s no need to be so defensive around me, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t wait until today."

"Oh." Li Qiao rubbed her fingers, "Should I thank you for sparing me?"

Ming Dailan’s face was dark, while standing ahead, Liuyun couldn’t help but fist his hand to his mouth, coughing lightly.

Madam’s words were sure pungent.

A "ding" echoed as the elevator stopped on the sixth floor.

As the doors opened, just as Liuyun stepped out, five men in black spoke in unison, "Welcome K-sister to Palm Tree!"

Li Qiao remained expressionless, and Liuyun silently retracted his step.