Shen Juncheng, who had been enjoying a massage, opened his sharp eyes.
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
Shen Kuo sat nearby, looking skeptical. “Dad, after all these years of your playboy lifestyle, not one of your mistresses ever got pregnant? If you had some secret love child or something, I wouldn’t mind. You—”
“Get out!”
Furious, Shen Juncheng grabbed an apple from the table and hurled it at Shen Kuo.
Shen Kuo caught it effortlessly and clicked his tongue. “Getting defensive? If there’s nothing, then there’s nothing. No need to be so angry, Dad… unless—you’re incapable?”
Shen Juncheng’s face darkened.
Just as he was about to explode, Shen Kuo quickly retreated upstairs.
He was disappointed—having a sibling bond was clearly impossible.
The Li family was so lucky to have a talented and beautiful younger sister who was a master of metaphysics.
In the end, it all came down to his father’s incompetence!
Shen Kuo blamed Shen Juncheng entirely. Five minutes later, a servant arrived carrying a cardboard box. Shen Kuo raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”
“A carefully prepared gift from the family head for the young master.”
Shen Kuo’s eyes lit up.
Had his father grown a conscience?
“What kind of gift? No need to be so formal,” Shen Kuo said, reaching for the box. The servant smiled. “Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Simulations!”
Shen Kuo’s hand froze mid-air.
He immediately pushed the servant away. “Goodbye!”
“Young master, this is a gift the family head personally selected—”
The servant was met with the sound of a door slamming shut.
Downstairs, Shen Juncheng smirked in satisfaction. That brat deserved it.
“How’s Shen Junpei doing?”
“Family head, Shen Junpei is currently searching for a skilled metaphysics master,” Assistant Liang reported.
“I’ll wait for him to come begging. Also, prepare generous gifts. I’m going to the Li family.”
“Yes!”
The Li Residence.
After Li Qiao and Li Shaohang returned home, the rest of the family was already there.
Li Shanchuan and Li Shaojin didn’t ask many questions. Seeing the two return safely was enough to put their minds at ease.
Song Xi, who had come back with them, listened as Li Qiao briefly explained what had happened. The expressions on the Li family’s faces were priceless.
Liu Yusi held Song Xi’s hand. “Song Xi, do whatever you need to do. I support you.”
This kind of behavior from the Liu family was disgusting.
If Liu Yusheng dared to treat Song Xi like this, Liu Yusi doubted that Old Madam Liu was unaware.
These were her own relatives? Liu Yusi felt nothing but shame.
“Sister-in-law, thank you. I never thought Liu Yusheng could be such a monster.”
Remembering the love she once had for Liu Yusheng, she now felt nothing but nausea.
How could she have ever loved such trash?
Tears silently streamed down Song Xi’s face.
“Everyone’s loved a scumbag or two when they were young. Once you’re divorced, your life will get better. With all the evidence we have now, this divorce is happening no matter what.”
Liu Yusheng and Liu Yulan’s reputations in their social circle would be ruined.
“I know. This time, I won’t soften my heart again.”
She had hesitated once, and Liu Yusheng had avoided detention.
What happened today was the consequence of that hesitation.
Li Qiao wasn’t surprised.
The Liu family had mistreated Song Xi for years, yet she had never left Liu Yusheng—proof that she had truly loved him. Now, everything was just forcing Song Xi to see firsthand how the man she loved had schemed against her and destroyed her.
Some people never learn until life beats them down.
Li Shaoyang studied Li Shaohang with concern. “Third Brother… you look terrible?”
“Second Brother… ugh—”
Li Shaohang, who had been holding it in, rushed outside to vomit.
“Third Brother, do I really look that disgusting?”
Li Shaoyang touched his face, deeply offended.
“Idiot. Shaohang went to Wuxi Mountain with Qiaoqiao. They must’ve encountered something unusual,” Li Shaojin reasoned.
Li Shaoyang agreed and pressed for details about their trip.
The revelation about Jian Lanfeng’s ghost marriage shocked them both.
When they heard that the ghost bride had taken a liking to Jian Lanfeng’s face, the two brothers felt uneasy.
After all, they were also quite handsome.
Li Qiao, idly playing with an orange, said, “Brothers, getting chosen isn’t that easy.”
“That’s a relief. I haven’t had enough of this world yet,” Li Shaoyang sighed, then suddenly grinned.
Jian Lanfeng deserved it.
They clearly remembered how Jian Lanfeng had once doubted Qiaoqiao—and now he had to beg for her help.
Hmph. Never speak too confidently—it always backfires.
“Qiaoqiao, Li Youwei is from the Li family. A few days ago, I heard someone mention that the Li family’s sudden rise was all thanks to a metaphysics master backing them.”
The Li and Zhao families were closely connected.
By saving Jian Lanfeng, Li Qiao had undoubtedly offended both the Zhao and Li families.
“I’d love to meet this so-called metaphysics master from the Li family. For one person to single-handedly revive the Li family—that’s impressive.”
If this master turned out to be another dark practitioner, Li Qiao wouldn’t let them off.
Hearing her determination, Li Shaojin relaxed. “No matter what, be careful in everything you do.”
“Got it, Big Brother.”
Li Qiao smiled.
“Grandpa, Mom, Dad… Family Head Shen is here.”
Li Shaohang returned with Shen Juncheng in tow.
The Li family, though puzzled, greeted him warmly and politely.
Shen Juncheng stood before Li Qiao and bowed slightly. “Master, I’ve come today to thank you once again. I’ve prepared a small gift—I hope you like it.”
Assistant Liang immediately stepped forward with an exquisitely crafted box.
“Thank you.”
The Li family had no idea what had happened between them, but if Shen Juncheng was personally visiting, their precious daughter must have done something extraordinary.
“Family Head Shen, you’re too kind.”
Li Shanchuan instructed Li Shaoyang to accept the gift—it was surprisingly heavy. What could it be? Li Shaoyang wondered.
Shen Juncheng’s affection for Li Qiao was unmistakable.
He chatted mostly with her, and the two seemed to hit it off.
The way Shen Juncheng looked at Li Qiao grew increasingly fervent.
“Family Head Shen, have some tea,” Li Shanchuan interjected.
Why was he staring at his daughter like that?
“No need for tea. President Li, you’re truly fortunate to have such an outstanding daughter. If I had a daughter like this, I’d be smiling in my sleep.”
There was an underlying implication in Shen Juncheng’s words. Li Shanchuan’s heart skipped a beat, but he kept a polite smile. “Whether sons or daughters, as long as they’re your own children, they’re all brilliant. Family Head Shen, your son is also an exceptional young man.”
“Oh? Shen Kuo is exceptional?”
“Absolutely. Shen Kuo is clever and quick-witted—a rare talent.” Li Shanchuan piled on the compliments.
Shen Juncheng smiled cryptically. “Since President Li thinks so highly of him, why not adopt Shen Kuo as your godson? Then the master can become my daughter.”
Everyone: “…”
Li Qiao: “…”
If Shen Kuo found out she had almost become his sister, he’d probably jump three feet in the air in fury.
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
Li Shanchuan laughed it off. “Family Head Shen, you must be joking. I already have too many sons—I don’t need another.”
Shen Juncheng smiled faintly, but his gaze remained fixed on Li Qiao with the same intensity.
This made Li Shanchang inwardly seethe. If someone’s trying to steal my daughter, I won’t stand for it.
“Miss, President Ye and his wife are here to visit.”
Li Qiao turned and saw Ye Zong and Zhuang Daoyu approaching.
