Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

Chapter 920: Chapter 920: The Oppression of Class Hierarchy

A group of old fellows, upon learning that he was Qiao Yun’s boyfriend, turned a peaceful tea house where one would drink tea and admire the blossoms into a scene reminiscent of a liquor-table gathering.

Old Zhang filled Li Hanzhou’s cup with wine and said with a beaming smile, “We were good friends with Qiaoqiao’s grandfather and watched Qiaoqiao grow up. As Qiaoqiao’s elder, I toast to you.”

Immediately after, Old Qi joined in, “I’ll also give you a toast. You better not bully little Qiaoqiao, or I won’t let you off the hook.”

The Qi Family and the Li Family had good relations, so Old Qi didn’t have many reservations when speaking with Li Hanzhou.

However, Li Hanzhou seemed oblivious to the old fellows’ not-so-subtle way of backing Qiao Yun, reminding him that even though Qiao Ansheng had passed away, Qiao Yun still had their group of elders around. He remained calm and collected, accepting every drink offered and maintaining a poised and noble demeanor, all while engaging in light-hearted banter with them.

Qiao Yun furrowed her brows and closely observed Li Hanzhou’s expression. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she knew he could handle it and didn’t speak up to stop them.

Qiao Se, who didn’t drink, busied himself with a cup of tea, watching their back-and-forth, seemingly determined to not stop until the other was drunk. Especially impressive was Li Hanzhou, who managed to hold his own against seven opponents. He couldn’t help but admire, “Qiaoqiao, I really feel at ease leaving you with him. This guy’s got some strong mental fortitude.”

Most people faced with these big shots would’ve been on their knees, calling them ‘Dad’ by now, but not Li Hanzhou who could remain composed and not be overshadowed in their presence.

After all, the Li Family was not an ordinary family, and Li Hanzhou was no ordinary person.

Qiao Yun blinked her crow-feather-like eyelashes and asked softly, “Second Grandpa, what nice thing did they give you this time?”

Qiao Se smiled kindly, “You knew I couldn’t keep it from you. It’s nothing much, just a traditional Chinese painting I’ve wanted for a long time. That old man Su has been hiding and hoarding it, but this time he finally relented and gave it up.”