The Favored Heiress
Chapter 149: Boss, take a look at this

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Boss, take a look at this

At the same time, in the old mansion of the Parma Business family.

Approaching midnight, a group of young people sat on the open-air terrace on the second floor of the ancient mansion’s backyard, heavily imbued with old-world charm.

Empty bottles were messily scattered on and around the table. Shang Lu lazily leaned against the railing, looking at the medicinal herbs planted in the backyard and murmured slightly tipsy, "If it weren’t for Qin Si, I would never see these treasures again."

Only after a brush with death does one realize the preciousness of life.

At that moment, hearing Shang Lu’s reflection, Lu Xiheng ran his hands through the long hair at the back of his head, tilted his head to gaze at the thick ink-like night sky, and sighed, "Yeah, our lives were given by Qin Si."

"Damn, if Qin Si ever needs anything, I’m fucking ready to go through fire and water for him!"

These words were spoken by Huo Ming.

The brothers had all drunk a lot, their brows and eyes still bearing the carefree arrogance and flamboyance of youth.

Shang Lu staggered to his feet, looking around with bleary eyes, "How come my big brother and Qin Si haven’t come back yet? What could they be discussing for so long?"

"Why don’t... you go check?" Lu Xiheng teased with ill intent.

At the sound, Shang Lu shivered, his gaze drifting, "Forget it, let’s wait. If I interrupt my big brother’s business, he could flay a layer of skin off of me."

...

In the backyard, inside the hall filled with the fragrance of medicine, under the dim warmth of the amber light, Shang Yu and Qin Si sat opposite each other in front of the medicine cabinet, with clear liquor still placed before them.

Shang Yu rested one hand on the edge of the table, his deep black eyes like thick ink landing on Qin Si, his posture wild and languid, "Have you really decided to leave?"

The man opposite him, wearing a black shirt just like Shang Yu, pressed his thin lips together, his gaze profound, "Yes, it’s about time."

Both men seemed to be sparing with their words. After a brief silence, Shang Yu gently sipped his clear liquor, the lowered eyes shadowed by a hint of light, "Not planning to tell them?"

Qin Si also took the cue to raise his glass, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly as he spoke in a rich tone, "Sooner or later, I have to leave. Telling them would just increase their worries. Saving them was just a trivial effort; I never expected any repayment."

Hearing this, Shang Yu put down his cup, gazing directly into Qin Si’s indifferent and cool eyes and brows.

He tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, smiling willfully, "Since you’re set on leaving, then I won’t keep you. If you need help in the future, just say the word."

Qin Si’s cool eyes narrowed slightly, pondering for a few seconds, then looked at Shang Yu with an inscrutable gaze, "Let’s not talk about the future for now. I do need a favor from big brother at the moment."

Shang Yu’s lips curled up wickedly, his head tilted as he fiddled with his cufflinks, some strands of hair covering his eyes and brows, "Speak."

"After I return to Li City, help me erase all traces of my whereabouts."

Clearly, Qin Si did not want the brothers of Parma to find him.

Shang Yu turned his head to look at him, his expression intriguing, "Planning to let go of everything in Parma?"

"Sort of. Once back in Li City, I’ll start over."

Qin Si didn’t elaborate further, and Shang Yu didn’t press for more information.

The two clinked their glasses, draining the liquor within. Shang Yu granted his request, "Until we meet again."

"Thank you."

...

A few minutes later, Qin Si was the first to leave the hall. Shang Yu sat alone under the bright light, his profound eyes contemplating the outdoors terrace in the backyard.

Shortly after, Liuyun entered hastily from outside the hall, handing a phone to Shang Yu as he said, "Big Brother, Luoyu has had an accident in the South Sea. You should... take a look at this."

There is a four-hour time difference between Parma and the South Sea. While it’s eight in the evening locally, it’s already deep into the night in Parma.

Shang Yu took the phone, and the screen showed a stretch of highway surveillance footage.

As a Mercedes G-Wagon passed by the frame, Luoyu’s SUV was immediately surrounded and boxed in by three sedans.