Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: Wedding Dress? Yin Mo pursed her lips and changed the subject, “I heard that the visa for Parma is very difficult to get…” She really wanted to go and see, after all, the man who has always been strong and domineering suddenly got injured. Not seeing his real situation inevitably made her a bit anxious. At this moment, Li Qiao leaned against the back of the sofa and said with a smile, “Not difficult; in May, there will be a temporary visa-free policy for the South Sea.” Yin Mo’s eyes suddenly lit up, “Is it because of your wedding with Master Yan?” Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and did not comment. After Yin Mo left, Li Qiao rubbed her fingertips, picked up her phone, and dialed He Chen’s number. But it could not be connected. Li Qiao frowned slightly and turned her head to look at Luoyu, “Is He Chen okay?” Indeed, she had heard that he was slightly injured recently. Shang Yu said it was no big deal, so she didn’t ask further. “He’s safe now.” Luoyu blinked, took a step forward, and whispered, “Three days ago, he was ambushed, and the situation wasn’t optimistic at the time.” Li Qiao’s face instantly turned cold, “Who did it?” He Chen is a person, the underground boss of West City South Sea, the strategist of the Black Hawk Party. Few people can ambush him. Luoyu obscurely said, “It’s speculated to be Matriarch He, He Qing’s mother, Brother Chen’s… aunt.” It turns out Yin Mo’s worries were not unfounded. That night, around eight o’clock, Shang Yu returned to the mansion. After taking a bath, Li Qiao wandered into the living room. Under the warm light, the man was looking at the planning book in his hand, occasionally writing and drawing with a pen. Li Qiao paced to his side and sat down, casually glancing at the planning book. Shang Yu just happened to look at her and naturally closed the document in his hand, “Why didn’t you blow dry your hair?” “I can do it myself.” Li Qiao smoothed her wet long hair with her fingers, “Yin Mo came by today.” The man placed the planning book on the coffee table, raising his thick eyebrows slightly, “For what?” “Asking about He Chen.” Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu thoughtfully, “Is He Chen going back to Parma this time to reclaim the He Family?” The man crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, “The He Family doesn’t hold much allure for him. If he wanted it, he wouldn’t have come to the South Sea back then.” A single He Family is not enough to make He Chen go through much trouble. But the people of the He Family are a thorn in his heart. Li Qiao touched her pregnant belly, knowingly nodding, “Him dealing with the entire He Family alone fits his usual style.” “If he can’t handle such a small matter, then he wouldn’t be He Chen.” Li Qiao turned her head to exchange glances with Shang Yu, raising her eyebrows, “Can you still get injured in small matters?” A faint smile appeared at the man’s lips, his arm falling on Li Qiao’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, “If you want to send Yin Mo to help, it’s not impossible, but the premise is to ensure that Yin Mo won’t hold him back.” Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel✦fire.net Li Qiao asked intriguingly, “How do you know He Chen doesn’t want Yin Lao Er to ‘hold him back’?” As long as he has no plans, he wouldn’t let Yin Mo know about his injury. Moreover… Yin Mo might not actually hold him back. Hearing this, a deep laugh escaped from Shang Yu’s lips, “Then it’s up to you, go ahead and instruct Luoyu directly with whatever arrangements you want.” Time flew by, and May came in the blink of an eye. There was less than half a month left until May 17th, the wedding day. Except for regularly going for prenatal check-ups, Li Qiao spent most of her remaining time busy in the laboratory. Even Luoyu didn’t know what she was busy with until today, when someone from the post outside the mansion came to report that there was a package for Li Qiao that needed her personal signature. Luoyu hurriedly went to the laboratory and as she pushed the door open, she heard Li Qiao say, “The design isn’t strong enough; send it back for revision.” Luoyu called out to her, and Li Qiao hung up the video call, her tone slightly low, seemingly not in a great mood, “What is it?” “There’s a package for you outside that needs your personal signature.” Li Qiao made a move to stand up but thought of something and said coolly, “Refuse it.” Luoyu responded, returning confused as she had come. Not knowing who had upset the Madam, the entire laboratory was permeated with a low pressure. As for the thing she mentioned with insufficient design, Luoyu also couldn’t guess what it was. But certainly, it had nothing to do with the wedding. After all, Li Qiao wasn’t involved in the design and planning of the whole wedding, and it was all kept secret from her. After Luoyu left, Li Qiao opened her phone’s photo album, continuously zooming in on pictures to examine the details, a hint of irritation on her brows. With less than half a month to go, she hoped it would be in time. As the wedding day approached, Li Qiao also began controlling her diet. She hadn’t gained enough weight to not fit into the gown, but to ensure she was in the best state on the wedding day, she stopped eating cake and other sweets from the beginning of May. The little one inside her might have sensed it, as the craving for cake decreased day by day. May 15th, two days left until the wedding. South Sea City was undercurrents surging. Every day, several private flights arrived at the airport, from the British Imperial, America, Parma, Myanmar, Aida State, Nia State, the border… too many to count. The South Sea Air Traffic Control seemed to have received some instructions, no longer limiting the number of private planes entering the country, and all of them were arranged for immediate clearance and landing procedures. The trending topic of Shang Shaoyan’s wedding popped up again, with countless people eagerly looking forward to witnessing it in person and growing more curious about Li Qiao by the day. On May 16th, that afternoon, Li Qiao was brought back to the Li family villa. At three-thirty, Li Qiao was lazily sunbathing in the sunroom, and after half a month of effort, her figure slimmed down a bit compared to before, even the outline of her jawline had returned to its former delicacy. Someone came down the stairs behind her, and soon Zong Yue’s lighthearted voice entered her ears, “Qiaoqiao!” Li Qiao lazily lifted her eyelids, eyeing Zong Yue’s professional attire, “Off work so early?” Zong Yue placed her handbag on the low table, sat sideways, and with a cheerful smile said, “President Xi arranged it, a paid leave for everyone this afternoon and tomorrow.” “Oh.” Li Qiao naturally knew Xi Luo’s intention, curving her lips, teasingly, “President Xi is really generous.” Zong Yue pursed her lips with a smile, then mysteriously leaned over, “Qiaoqiao, tomorrow is your wedding. Aren’t you nervous?” Li Qiao shook her head calmly, saying she wasn’t nervous. Zong Yue reached out to gently touch her pregnant belly, saying with a feeling, “You’re amazing. The night before my wedding, just thinking about putting on the wedding dress and marrying Li Jun made me so excited I couldn’t sleep.” Li Qiao suddenly realized that all her focus lately was on the wedding ring designs, and up until now… she hadn’t even tried on her wedding dress. And tomorrow morning she was getting picked up. At this moment, seeing her silent, Zong Yue tentatively asked, “Are you and Uncle Shaoyan just having one wedding ceremony?” Li Qiao absent-mindedly replied, “Hmm, just one probably.”