The Favored Heiress
Chapter 269: Do you want to take a walk in Parma?

Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Do you want to take a walk in Parma?

The sunset melted into the sea, and night began to fall.

A gentle breeze stirred the waves, causing ripples to shimmer on the surface of the water.

At this moment, the surroundings of the yacht were steeped in twilight, save for the flickering candlelight at the dining table casting a hazy glow.

Li Qiao ate her steak leisurely, the tender meat enhancing her appetite.

After consuming a couple of bites, she looked across at the man opposite her through the intermittent candlelight, "Master Yan, why did you suddenly decide to go out to sea?"

"To clear my mind," Shang Yu replied, cutting his steak with elegance, arching his eyebrows lazily, and smiling faintly as he added, "Since there’s no progress with the experiment, it might as well be a good idea to sail out for inspiration."

Hearing this, Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth, her eyes reflecting the candlelight as she shook her head pretentiously troubled, "Having such a thoughtful boyfriend, I seem to owe you even more now."

"Then let’s owe together, there will always be a chance for you to repay it."

Li Qiao didn’t respond, as inexplicable images flashed through her mind, causing her to hurriedly look down and take a few more bites of her steak.

She had been led astray by Tang Yiting.

...

After dinner, Shang Yu took Li Qiao to the semi-open-air cockpit.

In front of the control panel, the man stood tall and elegant. After a brief glance, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms.

At this time, Li Qiao leaned against the pilot’s chair, and upon observing his actions, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Master Yan, are you going to steer personally?"

Shang Yu glanced sideways, his gaze skimming the control panel, and with a teasing smile, he said, "Hmm, do you dare to sit?"

Li Qiao crossed her arms, suppressed a smile, and then took a seat beside, pouting towards the sea, "Of course, let’s go."

The young girl sat down with composure, swinging her legs with an air of anticipation.

The man put a hand in his pocket and shot her a glance before turning on the yacht’s navigation lights.

With the cruise engine’s sound, the search signals around also lit up, dispelling the darkness of the sea.

"Ready to go?" Shang Yu sat at the helm, one hand on the steering wheel of the yacht.

At that, Li Qiao raised her eyebrows by way of response.

The man’s lips held a barely-there smile, then he pushed the throttle, and the yacht began to move away from the dock.

In the pitch-dark night sky, the yacht cruised steadily over the sea.

The sea breeze, carrying a slight chill, blew into the semi-open-air cockpit, stirring the man’s shirt on his shoulders and Li Qiao’s short hair.

Meanwhile, three small yachts followed behind their own, steadily approaching.

They were Liuyun and his party providing an escort.

Li Qiao sat on the sofa, elbow propped on the railing, brushing away the messy strands of hair in front of her eyes, and gazed at the crescent moon rising over the sea, her expression serene and indifferent.

Behind them were the receding bright lights of countless homes, and ahead lay the vast and boundless sea.

It was as if they were in a deserted place, momentarily free from all worries.

In the distance over the sea, the lighthouse beacon swung by, and Li Qiao watched it a few times before turning her gaze back towards the man beside her.

He still maintained the posture of steering one-handedly, his shirt collar blown open by the sea breeze, revealing his delicate jawline and Adam’s apple.

Li Qiao was entranced, her eyes slowly drifting to the throttle, a bit tempted to take control.

Shang Yu, noticing her intense gaze, turned his head to look at her, his voice lazy, "Do you know how to operate a yacht?"

Li Qiao nodded indolently, rubbing her fingers together briefly, "But it’s been a long time since I last did."

"Want to try?"

Seeing the man tilting his lips up invitingly toward her, Li Qiao didn’t hold back. She stood up, walked to the control panel, and looked it over closely.

Shang Yu’s left palm wrapped around her waist from behind, and with a slight force, he pulled Li Qiao back two steps.

Forced to turn around, and before she could regain her balance, she was pulled onto the man’s lap, "Sit here and drive."

Sitting sideways, Li Qiao glanced at him with a half-smile, then felt a warmth on her finger as Shang Yu’s palm took her hand and placed it on the handle, his tone indulgently saying, "This area of the sea is very safe, however you want to drive, it’s up to you."

"Master Yan better hold on tight," Li Qiao said as she stood up from his embrace, and the moment she pushed the handle, her eyes shone with the clear brilliance of the stars.

In the blink of an eye, the yacht, like an arrow leaving its bow, suddenly increased its horsepower, stirring up a white glow of waves in the sea.

Li Qiao’s yachting skills were very good, even boldly so.

With one hand on the handle and the other turning the steering wheel, she sped across the ocean’s surface.

The escort yachts behind were all stunned.

They had no choice but to speed up to catch the yacht that had darted far ahead.

For a full ten minutes, Li Qiao was nearly the ruler of these waters.

A drift turn kicked up waves more than a meter high.

So much so that when Liuyun followed in a yacht, he got a face full of water.

After a while, Li Qiao slowed down the boat speed, pressed the autopilot button, and then, full of zest, she took a step back from the control panel.

Then, feeling a tightening at her waistline, Shang Yu, with an arm around her, turned her to face him and leaned back slightly in the chair, his deep eyes hiding a smile, "Feeling better now?"

The young girl was serious and focused while driving the boat, seemingly immersed in the thrill of the high-speed drifting, carefree and unrestrained, a kind of ultimate indulgence.

At this moment, Li Qiao’s cheeks were cool, but her eyes held the sharpness that comes after madness.

She lowered her gaze and nodded, standing in front of the man with a slight smile, "Not bad at all."

"Now it’s my turn," Shang Yu murmured with pursed lips, his deep contours bathed in the soft light of the cockpit, his slightly raised head posture both handsome and captivating.

Li Qiao looked at his noble and handsome cheeks, thinking he was going to take over driving the boat and was about to move away from the console in response.

Unexpectedly, before she could move, the man hooked one hand around her waist and the other around her neck, gently forcing Li Qiao to bend over and lean in.

She lost control of her posture and instantly fell into Shang Yu’s embrace.

Immediately after, their lips connected, deep and fiery.

The sea was cool at night, and their kissing lips also carried a hint of chill.

Li Qiao clung to his chest, her cool fingers climbing up his cheek as she responded.

She cradled his handsome face, and he held her in his arms.

The yacht moved slowly and steadily on autopilot, the escort yachts behind maintaining a safe distance at all times.

After the kiss ended, Li Qiao rested on Shang Yu’s shoulder, her eyes brimming with shimmering moisture.

The man turned his head, burying it in the nape of her neck, his thin lips occasionally pecking at her warm skin.

After a few seconds of stillness, Shang Yu’s husky and deep voice resonated by her ear, "Would you like to take a trip to Parma?"

Li Qiao, catching her breath, leaned on his shoulder and sat up upon hearing this, her eyes reddened at the corners as she blinked, "Of course I do, when are we going?"

Shang Yu, focusing on her sparkling eyes, curved his lips, "It depends on your schedule, remember to arrange your lab work and school matters properly before we go."

School matters...

Li Qiao, suddenly remembering, touched her forehead, almost forgetting that next week was the graduation ceremony.

She pursed her lips, and after regaining her composure, fell silent for a moment as if in thought, "Master Yan, why do you suddenly want to take me to Parma?"

Shang Yu gently stroked her cheek, his lips revealing a smile, "Don’t you want to know the contents of ’The Autobiography of the Stock God’?"