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At 10 pm, the crystal chandelier in the Li Family's living room went out, leaving only the dim yellow haze of the corner floor lamp.
Li Qiao returned to the bedroom on the third floor and opened the floor-to-ceiling window, a rush of humid air hitting her face.
The night was deep, and the distant sky seemed covered with a layer of gray-white gauze, quiet and cool.
Li Qiao concentrated for a moment before leaning against the window frame and pulling out her phone to open the search page.
Search keyword: Shang Yu
The next second, the blank page displayed a message: "Sorry, no web pages related to 'Shang Yu' were found."
Li Qiao's eyebrows rose slightly, and she continued to search for the three characters "Shang Shaoyan," but the result was the same.
"Hmm, quite mysterious," Li Qiao tapped her fingertip on her lips, her gaze fixed on the screen with growing interest.
Just how domineering is the Overlord of the South Sea? And how obsessive?
There were too many rumors about him in this city, but her first impression of Shang Yu seemed to differ somewhat from the tales.
Li Qiao's thumb caressed the screen page, while her mind was filled with the image of that man with a powerful aura and a proud, aloof demeanor.
At that moment, a chat window popped up on her phone screen. Li Qiao, seeing the WeChat message, replied with an "ok" hand gesture before turning to go to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Li Qiao arrived at the walk-in closet, drying her hair while eyeing the open wardrobe. After a few seconds of hesitation, she casually picked up a set of black casual wear.
Tonight, she favored black!
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At eleven pm, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class left the Li Family's parking lot, its hefty body speeding across the damp road straight to South Sea Entertainment City.
As the name suggests, Entertainment City was a place that combined various forms of entertainment.
Approaching midnight, Li Qiao parked the car at the entrance, threw the keys to the valet parking attendant, and headed straight to the third floor.
In the private billiard room, Li Qiao pushed the door open and heard the crisp sound of billiard balls colliding.
In the spacious private room, there was only one billiard table where two unfamiliar young men were playing, and a girl dressed like a schoolgirl was sitting on the sofa.
"Wow, Boss Qiao is here!"
The schoolgirl smiled as she greeted Li Qiao, getting up and striding over, which did not match her student-like appearance at all.
Li Qiao, hands in her pockets, looked the girl up and down, eyeing her white shirt and plaid skirt. "What's with you?"
The schoolgirl, named Tang Yiting, was Li Qiao's childhood friend and confidante, with a hearty personality, always hating to wear skirts since childhood.
Tang Yiting jutted her neck without regard for Li Qiao's teasing. Instead, she circled around Li Qiao and said, "You're asking me what's wrong? What about you, what's with this get-up?"
Li Qiao, who favored black that night, wore a black cotton and linen suit paired with a white T-shirt and matching sneakers. Her hair was tied up in a bun with a few strands swaying by her cheeks, particularly with a black and gold necklace hanging at her chest, exuding laziness and vigor.
Li Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth and sat down on the sofa, looking up at Tang Yiting. "Don't like it?"
"Like it, I like it so much I could turn gay for you!" Tang Yiting said as she sat down next to Li Qiao and nudged her with a shoulder. "Hey, I heard... your betrothal, it's been called off?"
Li Qiao's eyebrows lifted slightly, but she didn't reply.
Tang Yiting couldn't stand her domineering demeanor and clutched her chest to catch her breath. "Don't look at me like that, I can't handle it!"
Li Qiao pulled out her phone from her pocket, her fingertips grazing along the frame. "Did you call me here just to discuss this?"
"Yeah... sort of, so what really happened? Just like that the betrothal is off? I thought after we graduate from college this year, you two were going to get married. I even saved up the gift money!"
Tang Yiting said this while glancing at the two young men playing pool; they were her classmates, both aiming to pursue Li Qiao.
But now it seemed unlikely, as even Shang Lu, who was unimpressed by Boss Qiao, wouldn't stand a chance against these two cream puffs.
"No particular reason, we just weren't suitable for each other and called it off!" At this, Li Qiao spoke evenly, as if the person who had been broken off with was not her.
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