Outright Favoritism - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Whoever Has Money is Daddy
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Li Qiao stared blankly at Li Shaoquan. She snatched one of the bananas from him, peeled it, and started to eat. Then, she said to him in an indifferent tone, “Have you secured your allowance for this month?”
Li Shaoquan’s expression turned somber in an instant. He extinguished the cigarette and stood up right away. Wiping his hands on the seams of his pants, he responded to her in a serious voice, “Daddy, tell me, who do you want me to search?”
Li Shaoquan had no choice but to be spineless. Li Qiao’s second uncle had been mad at Li Shaoquan for being a loser and had stopped providing for him entirely ever since Li Shaoquan had given himself up to the internet.
Li Shaoquan had been financially dependent upon Li Qiao for five or six years so far.
The way he saw it, whoever gave him money was his daddy!
Looking at him with a faint smile on her face, Li Qiao took a bite of the banana. Then, she took out her phone and transferred fifty thousand dollars to him straight away, then said, “Shang Yu.”
Li Shaoquan sat down again. Seeing a text from the bank confirming the deposit, he grinned cheekily and said, “Thank you, daddy.”
Subsequently, he skillfully opened up a private search box on his computer and asked, “Which Yu?”
“Y. U. Yu.”
Thinking of Shang Yu’s dark face and unapproachable demeanor, the corners of Li Qiao’s lips curled upward, as though the banana in her mouth had just become sweeter.
After a series of clicking sounds, Li Shaoquan raised his head, a strange look on his face. He ruffled his messy hair and said, “There’s no one by that name. Did you remember it wrong?”
Li Qiao tossed the banana peel into the trash can and gazed at the skyline outside of the window. “Then try… Shang Shaoyan,” she said.
“Oh!”
However, Li Shaoquan suddenly stopped after typing in two characters. Staring at Li Qiao in surprise and confusion, he asked in a worried voice, “Shang Shaoyan. Is that who I think it is?”
“Who else can it be?” Li Qiao raised her eyebrows.
Li Shaoquan frowned and asked her in all seriousness, “Did the Overlord of Nanyang affront you somehow?”
Li Qiao was almost losing her patience at being bombarded by a myriad of questions. She glared at Li Shaoquan and asked contemptuously, “Are you unable to find him?”
Li Shaoquan felt that his computer skills had been ruthlessly ridiculed.
He snorted and kept clicking the keyboard without saying anything. One minute, three minutes, five minutes…
Time was ticking. Nothing could be heard in the study except for the sound of Li Shaoquan typing on the keyboard and his exclamations. “Em? Uh? Hah? Ah? Holy f*ck…”
Judging by the sounds he was making, Li Qiao figured that he had probably failed.
That was it?
How did he plan to join the Alliance of White-Hat Hackers with such amateur hacking? Was he going to be their cleaner?
Ten minutes passed by. Li Qiao quietly turned around, planning to go home.
She’d spent fifty thousand dollars for nothing.
Right this moment, Li Shaoquan suddenly howled and pounded the desk. “I’m in! I’m in! Come here and take a look!” he shouted at Li Qiao.
Li Qiao jolted up, her eyes filled with excitement.
She trotted over to Li Shaoquan, who was already reading the information on his screen out loud. “Shang Shaoyan, originally from Pama, twenty-seven years old… What the f*ck! What is this?”
Li Qiao hurried to check out what had astounded him. The information on the computer screen had disappeared. Li Shaoquan had been counterattacked within seconds.
Only an English word and a giant red exclamation mark were left on the black screen: WARNING!
Li Qiao wasn’t surprised by this outcome.
She stared at the red exclamation mark and cracked an understanding smile.
He was mysterious indeed.
Li Shaoquan was gawking at the screen at this point. He tapped on the keyboard and clicked the mouse, but the computer was still unresponsive.
Li Qiao could still vaguely hear Li Shaoquan wailing in the study when she walked out of the door. “Dad, my codes are gone—”
