Manxi

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.

The Favored Heiress

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 …


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?"


Chapter 37: Who Would Like an Idiot?