Chapter 956: Chapter 956: He Deserves a Fate Worse Than Death

Ten minutes later, Li Qiao sat in the office, staring at the surveillance projection ahead, and said lightly, “Madam Xiao, dealing with your beloved stepson personally, are you sure you can be ruthless enough?”

Ming Dailan touched her exquisite nails, her voice calm, “Just a stepson.”

“Later… please don’t ask for mercy,” Li Qiao’s eyes flashed coldly.

Just when Ming Dailan was puzzled, Li Qiao’s next words shocked her greatly.

Li Qiao curled her lips in a shallow smile, “Is the blue-ringed octopus ready?”

“Sister K, it has already been placed on Ye Jing,” the bodyguard nodded.

Li Qiao glanced at Ming Dailan, her words deliberate, “Let Ye Jing go out; she knows what to do. Then, in the name of the nightclub owner, send three bottles of top-grade Botrytis sweet white to Xiao Yeyan’s private room.”

“Yes, Sister K.”

Ming Dailan’s eyes flickered, “Are you going to poison him?”

Li Qiao picked up the remote on the table and pressed it. The surveillance screen in front flickered, and suddenly turned into the interior of a luxurious private room.

In the panoramic view, Xiao Yeyan and several men sat on the sofa, drinking happily, with charming young women accompanying them.

Li Qiao dropped the remote, turning her head to meet Ming Dailan’s eyes, “Are you feeling reluctant now?”

“No,” Ming Dailan smiled slightly, “I’m just somewhat surprised.”

Li Qiao said nothing, only a cold smile hung on her lips.

Ever since Xiao Yeyan targeted her brother, she never intended for him to end well.

From making Yun Lih consume cannabinoids to poisoning him with the blue-ringed octopus toxin, she intended to settle all these scores.

Ming Dailan sat with a proper posture, staring at the big screen unblinkingly. After a long while, she reminded, “Li Qiao, he cannot die yet.”

“Such good things are not possible,” Li Qiao leaned back lazily, dragging her chin, “He only deserves a fate worse than death.”

…

Meanwhile, Xiao Yeyan’s private room received three bottles of Botrytis sweet white as a gift from the owner.

A crowd of young gentlemen exchanged glances, invariably flattering, “The second young master is indeed renowned overseas. Even the nightclub owner in our Myanmar sends his sincerity; it truly opens our eyes.”

“Exactly, exactly, second young master, I drink to you.”

At this moment, the man sitting next to Xiao Yeyan teased lightly, “You really have quite a few fox-like friends.”

Xiao Yeyan looked around, his delicate and refined face carrying a hint of disdain, “Apart from flattery, they’re useless. If they were all as useful as you, Young Master He, I wouldn’t have to waste time maintaining relationships.”

The man beside him was the double agent, He Chen.

He Chen put one leg on the coffee table, shaking the glass of red wine in his hand, with his arm still around the shoulder of a female companion, “Can’t say there’s no use at all—the third one on the left, I hear he’s a nephew of the Bai Family?”

“An insignificant nephew. The Presidential Palace is hosting a banquet tonight, and he doesn’t even have the qualifications to attend. Do you still think he’s important?”

As Xiao Yeyan spoke, he raised his head to drink the wine in his glass, feeling somewhat despondent, “You’ve been around Shang Shaoyan for so long, yet you haven’t figured out what they actually plan to do in Myanmar?”

“What, you want to take my word back and pledge loyalty to your father?” He Chen responded with an evil smile, his palm inadvertently stroking the shoulder of his female companion.

Xiao Yeyan sneered, “If you don’t provide any useful information soon, I’ll have to suspect whether you’re planning to defect.”

He Chen sighed as if regretting, “It’s not impossible.”

Xiao Yeyan looked at him quietly, his eyes filled with displeasure, “Do you want to try the consequences of betraying me?”

Before He Chen could speak, the door to the private room opened again, and an overly slender figure carrying a fruit platter walked in.

Xiao Yeyan glanced casually, but his gaze suddenly froze.

The visitor was the former Flame Alliance Q, Ye Jing.

Ye Jing’s appearance was unexpected for Xiao Yeyan.

Their eyes met, and Ye Jing’s extremely haggard face piqued Xiao Yeyan’s curiosity. He beckoned, with a familiar tone, “I couldn’t reach you for so long; how did you end up hiding here as a waitress?”

Ye Jing took the opportunity to sit next to Xiao Yeyan, the once prideful Flame Alliance Q now seemingly withered to her very soul.

He Chen leaned over to pour another glass of wine, tilting his head to observe Xiao Yeyan and Ye Jing, “Meeting acquaintances even in a nightclub—second young master, your affections really spread far and wide.”

“She’s from the Flame Alliance, mind your words,” Xiao Yeyan warned He Chen, just turning his head when his fingers were suddenly grasped by Ye Jing.

Xiao Yeyan raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, his gaze deepening, “What’s this about?”

Ye Jing tightly held his hand, her eyes mournful, “Second young master, help me.”

In no time, Xiao Yeyan was led out of the private room by Ye Jing.

Perhaps due to his trust in Ye Jing, Xiao Yeyan was wary but did not reject her close contact.

Moreover, Ye Jing was Flame Alliance Q, which was an extremely important connection for Xiao Yeyan.

Elsewhere, the office.

Ming Dailan stared at the projected screen, her brows furrowed, “Who is that woman?”

Li Qiao shrugged, “Prisoner from the International Prison.”

“What?” Ming Dailan paused her breathing, “Then why did you…”

“Madam Xiao…” Li Qiao faintly interrupted her, “Have you ever considered that Xiao Hongdao has been lying to you all along?”

Ming Dailan instantly looked elsewhere, “There’s no need for you to say it.”

Li Qiao sighed seemingly disappointed, “Only you would believe that ‘Myanmar’s culture is different’ nonsense.”

Ming Dailan suddenly turned her eyes, “What do you mean?”

Li Qiao looked at her regretfully, “Congratulations, surviving the crisis.”

In a flash, Ming Dailan’s eyes exchanged a variety of expressions, seemingly understanding everything.

This time, she contacted Li Qiao intending to join forces to deal with Xiao Yeyan.

Because of what Xiao Hongdao said:

“Myanmar’s culture is different, don’t let him touch people he shouldn’t.”

To express sincerity, she conveyed all this truthfully to Li Qiao over the phone.

Li Qiao leaned on the armrest and stood up, looking at the projection ahead, and instructed softly, “Wake him up only after the wedding the day after tomorrow, and remember to send him to the scene.”

“Okay, Sister K.”

Ming Dailan still felt apprehensive, unable to calm down for a long time.

Until she saw Li Qiao’s figure pacing toward the door, it was then she asked, dazedly, “Is it over? And he…”

Li Qiao glanced sideways, her expression slightly indifferent, “If you want to know his fate, remember to attend on the wedding day.”

“Li Qiao, wait.” Ming Dailan stood up urgently, walking up to her, eyes filled with wavering sentiments, “Why are you helping me?”

Li Qiao touched her forehead, amused, “Do you think I’m helping you?”

She was clearly making an example…

Ming Dailan curled her fingers, her emotions gradually calming down, “If not, you wouldn’t have had to come over tonight.”

Li Qiao’s tone was nonchalant, “Well, who told me I was curious about just how ruthless you could be towards your stepson.”

Ming Dailan lowered her eyes, pondering for a while before speaking hoarsely, “Can you let me meet Shaoyan?”