"What do you mean?" Li Xiaoxiao asked, puzzled, standing in the lobby looking up at Xia Siyu on the stairs.
The Medical Alliance, a world-class, top-tier medical association.
In a place like South Sea, just a Medical Research Council was enough to make them flock to it like ducks to water, let alone the Medical Alliance that encompassed the world’s top physicians.
Xia Siyu patted Li Qiao’s shoulder, "This one, an honorary member of the Medical Alliance, I’ve heard that the other researchers have all been written recommendation letters by her, planning to invite them to join the Medical Alliance.
Do you understand now? Do you know why she looks down on the Council and Shang Qiongying? And you, who are so blind that you mistake the fish eyes for pearls, aren’t afraid of not making something of yourself if you listen to Sister Qiao’s words? You’re simply pig-brained."
Having mercilessly mocked Li Xiaoxiao, Xia Siyu watched as she was so shocked that she dropped the cardboard box on the ground, and with a contemptuous curl of her lips, hooked her arm around Li Qiao’s shoulder and started up the stairs.
Some people, if you don’t crush them a bit harder, the grudge in your heart won’t be appeased.
From now on, Li Xiaoxiao’s future prospects, needless to say, but the word ’regret’ would likely follow her for many years.
Li Xiaoxiao looked after their retreating figures with a pale face, the air still echoing a sentence, "It seems she really lacks insight, to actually treat the Council as a treasure."
At the stairway, Li Qiao stood with one foot on the higher step, looking sideways at Xia Siyu, "When did I write recommendation letters for the people in the laboratory?"
If it hadn’t been for Xiaxia’s reminder, she would have almost forgotten about this.
Of course, the two of them had joined the Medical Alliance together, and that was four years ago.
This so-called honorary member, when it comes down to it, is just a title, but if put in the open, it definitely carries more weight than being a member of the Council.
Xia Siyu watched her with a hint of amusement, "You haven’t written any now, but you can write them in the future. I’ve already said it anyway, who let that woman play both sides—I just want to torment her heart, to make her die of regret."
Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, "What are the requirements for the Medical Alliance to recruit members?"
Xia Siyu spread her hands, "I have no idea. Wasn’t it Su Lao Si who recommended both of us back then? Should we ask him?"
Su Lao Si, one of the Border Seven Sons, ranked fourth.
Li Qiao frowned in thought, then stepped forward to continue up the stairs, "No need for now, I’ll check when I go back."
The Medical Alliance is a world-class medical organization, and its headquarters isn’t even in the country.
After Su Lao Si recommended they join the Alliance, there wasn’t much follow-up, it seemed they were issued a certificate, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it.
Li Qiao contemplated seriously, even if she wanted to write recommendation letters, currently there were only two people in Renhe Laboratory who would receive her personal recommendation.
Around noon, Li Qiao discussed the upcoming work content with Academician Jiang in the laboratory, and then had a simple lunch in the cafeteria with Xia Siyu.
Before one-thirty, Xia Siyu received a phone call, saying she needed to take a trip to Huanxia’s branch in South Sea, and after arranging to meet Li Qiao in the evening, she left the laboratory first.
Li Qiao saw her off downstairs, watching as Xia Siyu got into Huanxia’s service car, and with a smile lowered her gaze and then drove back to the Li family’s home.
She had been away for a little over a week, and she didn’t know what progress her elder brother and Zong Yue had made in their matters.
Huanan Road, Li family villa.
Li Qiao parked the car at the entrance, walked around the front garden, and had only taken a few steps when she heard a soft, gentle voice, "If you’re really too busy, the wedding... can be held a little later."
The voice belonged to Zong Yue.
Although Li Qiao hadn’t been in contact with her for a long time, such a conciliatory tone, almost wheedling, made her stop in her tracks.
The Imperial Capital’s Zong Family was a top-tier noble house, and for the South Sea Li Family to marry her, not giving a proper wedding would be unacceptable.
As Li Qiao thought this, her older brother Li Jun’s steady voice also rose, "No matter how busy, there’s always time for a wedding. You’re marrying far away to the South Sea, and you deserve the grandeur that comes with it."
Due to his status, due to his responsibility, Li Jun’s words were proper and beyond reproach.
But from the perspective of a man and a woman, his words were devastating.
Because he was only about duty, without love.
At this moment, Zong Yue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, suppressed the turbulence in her eyes, and smiled at Li Jun, "Then I’ll ask my parents to come over soon to discuss the wedding details."
"Sure, that’s a good idea. Go inside, it’s hot out here."
Men like Li Jun, who held high positions and were upright and resolute, full of a sense of responsibility and mission.
He was indeed the most suitable man to be a husband, but as a lover, if he didn’t love you, your passion would only go to waste.
Zong Yue watched the silhouette of his retreating steps, and reached to grab his hand, only to freeze in midair.
Even though they were beginning to discuss the details of the wedding, they hadn’t yet held hands.
Zong Yue bit the corner of her mouth and let her arm fall, saying faintly behind him, "I’d like to sit here for a while; you go ahead inside."
Li Jun turned at the sound, saw her standing in the garden, and with pursed lips, nodded, "Alright."
The man left, leaving Zong Yue alone amidst the beautiful flowers and scenery.
She sighed faintly, picked a flower casually, and murmered to herself, "He really is a block of wood, I wonder if he’ll ever come around in this lifetime."
He had been deeply in love with Ye Yun for so many years, he wasn’t cold-hearted or unfeeling, but in front of her, he was distant and indifferent.
"Miss Zong," Li Qiao’s calm voice came from behind.
Startled, Zong Yue turned around to see her, tilted her head and smiled, "Why do you still call me Miss Zong? Do I need to call you Auntie Wu for you to change your ways?"
Oh, she almost forgot, Shang Yu was her Uncle.
Li Qiao gazed at Zong Yue, her eyes falling on the hand with the flower, her expression softened with a warm smile, "Knowing that my brother is such a wooden man, you still want to marry him?"
At the sound, Zong Yue’s smile at the corner of her mouth faded a bit, twisting the flower stem in her hand, she asked with self-ridicule, "Do you think I’m not reserved?"
"Not at all," Li Qiao said, looking at her self-mocking and bitter smile, "Go after what you like. There’s no rule that only men can take the initiative."
Zong Yue lifted her gaze, her eyes brightened a bit, but her tone remained melancholic, "You’re comforting me, aren’t you? I know that when a girl takes the initiative, she can be looked down upon..."
Li Qiao didn’t dislike Zong Yue, in fact, she somewhat admired her.
So, hearing her confess in such a way, she smiled faintly, "No matter who takes the initiative, as long as it’s true love, no one has the right to look down on you. Besides, Uncle Shaoyan... was someone I pursued actively."
Zong Yue gasped in amazement, then after a while, she shook her head with a laugh, "I don’t believe it. There were so many women pursuing Uncle Shaoyan over the years, but none of them succeeded."
As she spoke, she scrutinized Li Qiao, and conveniently passed the flower stem to her, "Moreover, if Uncle Shaoyan didn’t like you, there would be no way for you to even get close to him."