The Favored Heiress
Chapter 239: What the Heck Did I Buy for Thirty Billion?

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: What the Heck Did I Buy for Thirty Billion?

The moon hung high in the sky, the depths of the lawn especially tranquil.

Li Qiao put down her suitcase and took a seat beside Shang Yu again. She crossed her legs and lowered her eyes, but her peripheral vision was sneakily fixed on the man.

At that moment, Qiu Huan looked around and focused on the suitcase.

He was extremely curious about what a pair of two hundred million cufflinks looked like.

So, while Shang Yu leaned forward to stub out his cigarette, Qiu Huan slyly reached for the suitcase, attempting to get a preview.

"Take your hand off." Suddenly, a deep voice landed in Qiu Huan’s ear.

His palm trembled, and he looked at Shang Yu across from him, pursing his lips in resignation and withdrawing his hand, "Shaoyan, you’re not going to open it and take a look at the two million cufflinks?"

The man gave him a look, exhaled the last wisp of smoke, and with a faint smile in his eyes turned to Li Qiao, his voice low and slow, "Why are you not talking?"

Li Qiao’s eyes twinkled, and she answered earnestly, off-topic, "Those cufflinks, quite good-looking."

Qiu Huan, Ou Bai: "..."

Hearing this, Shang Yu’s thin lips curved into a pleasant arc. He reached out to grab Li Qiao’s wrist, stood up while speaking, "Let’s go, head home to look."

Qiu Huan: "??"

Ou Bai coolly watched their figures, snickering, "Shaoyan, you do remember that neither of us drove tonight, right?"

If he left, how would he and Qiu Huan get home?

Take a taxi? Too demeaning.

Call for a ride? Takes too long.

At this moment, Li Qiao stood up following Shang Yu’s movements, glanced at Ou Bai with a detached tone, "My car, send it back to the Li Family tomorrow for me."

Meaning, the sports car is for you to drive.

Ou Bai, looking at Li Qiao’s assertive demeanor, reflexively refused, "No need, I... fuck, Qiu Huan, why did you kick me?"

Qiu Huan’s kick almost toppled Ou Bai’s rattan chair.

He glared at Ou Bai, stood up with hands on hips blocking in front of him, smiling particularly friendly towards Li Qiao, "No problem, girl, don’t worry, I’ll personally return it to you tomorrow." He could deliver both.

Li Qiao nodded, then turned and walked shoulder to shoulder with Shang Yu towards the business van.

Liuyun and Wang Yue spiritually carried away the two small suitcases.

Qiu Huan watched them with eager eyes, but in the end, he still didn’t get to feast his eyes.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao sat beside Shang Yu, neither of them speaking.

Li Qiao turned her head, watching the neon-lit streetscape, her lightly pursed lips curving upwards.

In no time at all, she couldn’t resist her curiosity; her shimmering gaze moved from the window to Shang Yu.

But as soon as she turned her head, she collided with the man’s deep, ink-like pupils.

Li Qiao’s smile continued to rise, catching the smile lines forming around Shang Yu’s lips, as certain tender feelings bubbled and fermented.

Soon, Li Qiao teasingly said, "So the Supreme is Master Yan, huh?"

If she had known it was him, her night wouldn’t have been so filled with irritation.

Shang Yu rubbed the top of her head, his deep and mellow laughter pulling her into his embrace.

He lowered his glance to Li Qiao’s radiant cheeks, whispering in her ear, "Haven’t you always been interested in the Stock God? Consider ’The Autobiography of the Stock God’ a borrowed gift."

Li Qiao’s heart fluttered relentlessly, murmuring with a smirk, "That sounds nice, but when it came to bidding, you raised the price tenfold. Were you purposely blocking my way?"

"Yeah." Shang Yu’s thick brows relaxed, observing the glance Li Qiao shot at him, his amusement deepening, "Are you angry?"

Li Qiao turned towards the window, leaning back against his shoulder, and drew his hand over her shoulder, gently squeezing, "Quite angry, indeed. What do you say... we should do about it?"

Anger was a facade, but frustration was genuine.

She was fuming over "The Autobiography of the Stock God," and in the end, the person she was competing against at the auction was one of her own.

It was nothing short of a ridiculous and laughable mix-up.

At that moment, Shang Yu slowly crossed his legs, allowing Li Qiao to lean lazily against him. He bent forward slightly with a hook of his lips and said, "I’ll make it up to you at home."

Li Qiao looked back at him, her eye corner lifted, suppressing a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Alright then."

...

Ten thirty at night, South Sea Mansion.

Li Qiao sat on the living room sofa, nibbling on a mousse cake.

Shang Yu was leaning against the armrest of the sofa, his deep eyes reflecting the bright light of the lamps, watching her without blinking.

Soon, Liuyun came in carrying two suitcases.

Li Qiao’s gaze sharpened, she set down her plate and shifted to sit in front of Shang Yu.

The two suitcases were identical; she opened one of them, revealing a brown pamphlet inside.

Li Qiao touched the leather cover with her hand, looked at Shang Yu with raised eyebrows, "Thirty billion, do you think it was worth it?"

Shang Yu’s gaze casually swept over the pamphlet; with a deep voice, he said as a matter of course, "For you, it’s worth it."

Fine then.

Li Qiao shook her head and smiled, recalling how he had lent Charles thirty billion US Dollars before.

Indeed, you’re a man of great wealth.

At this time, as Li Qiao took out "The Autobiography of the Stock God" and flipped through it in her palm, Shang Yu also timely opened the suitcase with the cufflinks.

A pair of canary diamond cufflinks sparkled under the crystal light, radiating dazzling brilliance.

The man took out one and examined it closely, the cold golden diamond looking exquisitely beautiful and particularly eye-catching.

His sharply defined contours softened gradually, he glanced sideward at Li Qiao, only to see her holding the pamphlet expressionlessly, deep in thought, "What’s up?"

Shang Yu put down the cufflinks, and Li Qiao slowly turned her head. She raised the pamphlet and tugged at the corner of her lips with a hint of disappointment, "Thirty billion, not worth it."

The man turned and glanced at the opened page, catching sight of a bunch of exceedingly difficult-to-understand abstract characters.

In Li Qiao’s eyes, even with careful scrutiny, she couldn’t make out a single word.

The reason for the three unsuccessful auctions had been found.

This was probably nothing but a book of gibberish characters.

"Not a loss." At that moment, Shang Yu took the pamphlet from her hands, his eyes narrowing deeply, "This is the original script of Parma."

Li Qiao’s eyes brightened, she leaned forward towards him, "Do you recognize it, Master Yan?"

Shang Yu gazed at her calmly, then pressed his lips together and shook his head, "This script has not been used by Parma for a long time. I have seen similar characters in ancient medical books passed down in Shang’s family."

Parma...

Li Qiao stared intently at the pamphlet full of gibberish characters, her eyes narrowing in contemplation, "Then, have you ever heard of the Stock God while in Parma?"

"Suspecting that he’s from Parma?" Shang Yu passed the autobiography back to Li Qiao, a slight heaviness in his gaze,

Li Qiao nodded unhurriedly, "Since it’s the original script of your homeland, it’s unlikely that an outsider would know it."

After all, even Shang Yu didn’t recognize it, so the author of this autobiography could only be from Parma.

After a brief silence, Shang Yu slowly leaned against the backrest and looked at the autobiography, running his fingers through Li Qiao’s hair, "I’ll have someone check it out, no rush."

Li Qiao, with her eyebrows lowered, sighed and tossed the autobiography back into the suitcase with a flick of her hand.

An autobiography with an unclear origin and ancient script...

Thirty billion – what on earth did she buy?