Chapter 967: Chapter 967: Who Would Care About a Bastard

Li Qiao casually spoke, “She’s got other matters to attend to, don’t bother with her.”

Forty minutes later, the dinner ended.

By half-past eight in the evening, the banquet hall was still lively and bustling, with glasses clinking.

Politicians from various countries gathered, and they always had to deliver some national discourse at the appropriate venue, whether good or bad, it was all part of building connections.

As newcomers, Su Moshi and Wu Minmin had already temporarily withdrawn.

Li Qiao and the others had long disappeared.

In the Cabinet Office conference room, seven people sat around the table.

Yin Mo was not present, but Yun Lih was there instead.

Su Moshi and Wu Minmin had changed out of their traditional costumes, and the rings they exchanged just now were on their fingers, making them look like a loving couple.

Li Qiao, not knowing why, inexplicably glanced at her own fingers, fine and well-proportioned, yet bare.

At this moment, Shen Qingye nudged her elbow, “What are you thinking? The fourth brother just finished his wedding; should we gather tonight?”

Li Qiao snapped back, her gaze falling directly onto Xia Siyu.

The latter immediately raised her hand, “I can.”

Injuries are minor, gatherings are important.

Seeing this, everyone looked at Li Qiao, seemingly waiting for her to make a decision.

Li Qiao smiled, making the final decision, “Then let’s gather.”

Wu Minmin’s eyes flickered slightly; she walked up to Li Qiao, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

The others present were unfamiliar with Wu Minmin; this princess had a bad temper, talked a lot, and was extremely difficult to get along with.

Whatever Wu Minmin had said made it obvious that Li Qiao’s eyes brightened for a moment. She turned her head slightly, raising her eyebrows, “We’re not going tonight; let’s discuss it another day.”

Wu Minmin pulled at her lips, “Don’t forget, he’s not having a good time now, didn’t you notice he didn’t show up at the wedding tonight?”

Li Qiao covered her eyelids, smiling deeply, “Mm, you should go.”

Wu Minmin lightly punched her on the shoulder, seriously saying, “For safety’s sake, I suggest you guys gather at the private Cabinet Office meeting room.”

“Don’t worry.” Li Qiao waved her hand, “Go home.”

Wu Minmin snorted, nodded goodbye to the others, and quickly left the conference room.

Su Moshi escorted her out, and when they reached the corner, Wu Minmin mysteriously hooked his arm and pulled him aside, “Hubby, protect Qiaoqiao, someone might make a move tonight.”

“Are you sure?” Su Moshi narrowed his eyes, “Did Qiaoqiao tell you that?”

Wu Minmin swallowed, evasively replied, “Well, you just make sure you protect her, otherwise…”

Before she finished speaking, Su Moshi stepped forward, playfully gripping her chin, “Me not care? Have you finished writing your self-criticism?”

Wu Minmin gasped, looking up, “At such a tense moment, why bring up self-criticism?”

“Apparently not.” Su Moshi narrowed his eyes, gently pinching her cheek and tugging, “Qiaoqiao is well protected; you don’t need to worry. Go home obediently and write that self-criticism; if it’s not done, don’t think about going out from now on.”

Wu Minmin’s mouth twitched, and after a while, she squeezed out a sentence, “You weren’t like this to me before we got married!”

“So what do you want…”

Wu Minmin couldn’t stand Su Moshi’s drawn-out teasing tone, her heart softened, and she immediately nodded with her head lowered, “Fine, fine, I’ll write it.”

Su Moshi, eyes filled with affection, patted her head, “Go home now, get some sleep early, and if there’s anything, have Ah Da handle it.”

“Got it.” Wu Minmin cradled her pregnant belly, tiptoeing slightly, “Kiss me and I’ll go.”

Su Moshi had no choice, he lowered his head to peck at her lips, his voice tinged with laughter as he said, “The self-criticism shouldn’t be less than three thousand words.”

Wu Minmin pushed him away and turned to leave, and two resentful words floated in the air, “Bastard.”

A three-thousand-word self-criticism; she might as well go back and draft detailed blueprints.

…

Twenty minutes later, seven cars drove out from the Cabinet Office parking lot, heading to the Maine Riverside.

As for other invited guests, they were all sent back to their hotels by courtesy cars.

In the following two days, international economic summit discussions among major political figures from multiple countries would take place, and martial law would be enforced on major streets within Naypyidaw’s capital.

On the other side, after the seven cars left, Xiao Yehui stood in the parking lot and lit a cigarette.

Behind him was a row of neatly lined Royal Knights, and beside him was the Royal Princess. The reverence he received was the dream and extravagant wish of others, a cage he wished to escape more than once.

At this moment, Margaret, like an innocent girl, clapped her hands in admiration, “Those seven cars are identical, so cool when driving out.”

Xiao Yehui’s hand trembled, and he turned expressionlessly to glance at her.

Margaret ignored his look, still standing on tiptoes, gazing, “They are the Border Seven Sons, right? So enviable.”

“No need to envy,” Xiao Yehui’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes showing ridicule, “The Border Seven Sons have long ceased to exist.”

Margaret blinked her deep eyes, tilting her head as she asked, “Then how many Sons are at the border? Six Sons or Five Sons?”

Xiao Yehui’s throat tightened, the smoke stung his lungs, making his eyes bloodshot.

Margaret said, “You’re really strange, if you’re envious, just be envious, why speak sarcastically.”

Did he need to speak sarcastically?

The Border Seven Sons, they once were also his belonging.

Now, he could only stand as an outsider, watching them leave from afar.

The promised life-and-death togetherness was becoming more of a joke.

To them, he was no different from a stranger now.

In a flash of thought, Xiao Yehui took a heavy drag of his cigarette, his smile particularly sarcastic. What was he doing with this distinction?

They had never considered his difficulties, never thought from his perspective. An opposing stance at the beginning would inevitably end in an opposing conclusion as well.

Xiao Yehui flicked the cigarette lightly, determination replacing the warmth in his eyes, and casually tossed the cigarette butt on the ground, peering at Margaret, speaking indifferently, “I’ll have someone send you back.”

“Sure.” Margaret couldn’t wait to stay far away from him, taking a step, she asked again, “Aren’t you going back?”

Xiao Yehui looked in a certain direction with a quiet laugh, “Is the princess concerned about me?”

Margaret smiled, waving her hand, “Good night.”

Does anyone care about an asshole anymore?!

…

The night was thick, the hustle and bustle of the Cabinet Office had ended, leaving only the servers cleaning the site.

Everyone had gone home, except for He Chen.

He aimlessly wandered around the corridor, looped through paths, threaded through the flowers, and finally stopped by the decorative Buddhist temple.

It was very quiet around; behind the temple, someone was speaking in a low voice.

“Mom, everything I’m saying is true; do you still not believe me?”

Sobs accompanied her question; the other side seemed to be in disbelief, repeatedly saying, “How can this be, how can this be…”

“Mom, whether you believe it or not, it’s the truth. Listen to me, quickly head to the airport and return to the British Imperial overnight. Do not stay in Myanmar, or it will be very dangerous.”