The Favored Heiress
Chapter 305: A Perilous Journey to Parma

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: A Perilous Journey to Parma

Shang Yu hugged her and kissed her ferociously, pressing his lips against hers with force.

Though Li Qiao tried her best to respond, she still couldn’t keep up with his pace.

Soon, a shadow swept over from outside the window, Qiu Huan strolled leisurely to the vicinity of the business car, shielding his eyes with his palm, he leaned over and brought his handsome face close to the window.

Even the best privacy film couldn’t block such prying.

Qiu Huan looked for two seconds, saw the embracing figures inside, clicked his tongue, and teased, "This is a school, and you two dare to openly display such acts during the day."

His words drifted through the car window into Li Qiao’s ears, prompting her to hurriedly push Shang Yu away, gasping softly and with a flickering gaze.

The man, inexplicably pushed away, had a dangerous restlessness brewing in the depths of his eyes.

After calming down for a few seconds, he sighed and wiped the moisture from the corner of his lips with his thumb, looking sternly at Li Qiao by his side, he pinched her face, the ink-like depths of his eyes churned with silent waves, "If there’s nothing important, come back to school less often."

Li Qiao glanced at him and said nothing.

A jealous man can be quite terrifying.

Although he didn’t show it at the auditorium, the kiss just now was devoid of gentleness and was incredibly domineering instead.

Li Qiao had a vague feeling that the man was seizing the opportunity to "retaliate" against her for being publicly wooed.

Before long, Shang Yu pressed the button to open the automatic door, Qiu Huan outside heard the noise and looked back, smoking and teasing, "Are you done?"

As he spoke, he raised the cigarette in his hand and waved it towards the two of them, "Do you want another half-cigarette’s time?"

Neither Shang Yu nor Li Qiao said anything, but their gaze uniformly glanced at him, and the car’s automatic door also started to slowly close.

Qiu Huan cursed under his breath, disregarding his status, he threw away the cigarette and quickly stepped into the car.

Soon, the business car and a Mercedes-Benz G-Class met in the parking lot and quickly left the campus, also taking with them the countless envious gazes at the entrance of the auditorium.

...

Afternoon, at the South Sea Mansion.

Li Qiao sat on the sofa looking at her phone, the screen displaying a simple introduction to Parma.

After a while, Luoyu walked in from outside the living room, dragging a dark green suitcase in one hand and carrying a small case in the other, "Miss Li, I have brought back your things."

Li Qiao put down her phone, her gaze turned to the Venus suitcase in Luoyu’s hand.

The items inside the suitcase were the gifts she had prepared for Shang Zonghai. Since a meeting at Parma was inevitable, she couldn’t go empty-handed to the elders.

Meanwhile, Qiu Huan and Shang Yu were talking on the outdoor patio of the Mansion, the content of their conversation remaining a mystery.

At that moment, Qiu Huan, with one hand on his waist, glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window of the Mansion’s living room and inquired subtly, "Are you really taking her back to Parma?"

Shang Yu, holding a cigarette to his lips, took a drag, exhaled a thin cloud of smoke and replied in a low voice with downcast eyes, "Hmm."

Qiu Huan looked at the man in mock seriousness, silent for a while, then squinted his eyes, "Are you serious?"

"Any problem?" Shang Yu fixed his gaze on Qiu Huan, his voice steady and with an air that made it seem as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Qiu Huan stiffened his neck, shook his head with a forced smile, "No, I’m just a bit incredulous. I thought you were just very interested in Li Qiao, but to think you’d actually take her back to Parma.

Shaoyan, you know better than I do what it means to take her back. Let’s not talk about how long you’ve known each other, but do you think... with her current capabilities, can she really come and go freely among the Parma Shang clan?"

The Shang’s, a vast and ancient family with tangled roots and a hundred years of historical sediment, with profit entanglements and messy infighting, had long become part of their very bones.

Qiu Huan once had the chance to visit the Parma Business, but what he saw and heard was only the tip of the iceberg.

The family that controlled over half of Parma’s mineral resources was no ordinary small household.

Even with Li Qiao’s astonishing abilities and background, facing the Shang’s clan, she probably would not be enough.

In response to Qiu Huan’s question, Shang Yu’s gaze drifted toward the South Sea Mountain.

The intense afternoon sun reflected in the man’s eyes, making them appear even deeper and more enchanting.

After a moment, he twisted the cigarette butt in the ash pillar, lifted his eyelids to meet Qiu Huan’s assessing gaze, and said three words, "She has me."

Qiu Huan was rendered speechless, touched his eyebrow, and then nodded ambiguously after a while, "Just hope she won’t drag you down in Parma."

...

As evening arrived, the South Sea Mountain was enveloped in a vast expanse of rosy twilight.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu officially embarked on their journey to Parma, with the other three assistants accompanying them.

The flight time from the South Sea to Parma was about four and a half hours.

Sitting in the cabin of the Yan Emperor’s Special Plane, Li Qiao looked at the gradually shrinking cityscape outside, rubbed her temples, feeling a bit weary.

She had been busy handing over work in the lab until late the previous night, and got up too early for graduation ceremonies in the morning, so it was inevitable to feel exhausted and wanting to sleep.

Shang Yu, noticing her movements, reached out to pinch her chin, gently turning the girl’s cheek towards himself, "Tired?"

"Mhm," replied Li Qiao in a languid voice, looking even more lethargic.

Shang Yu then handed her the glass he was holding, Li Qiao sniffed the strong aroma of the brandy and took a shallow sip.

At that moment, the man took back the glass and looked towards the direction of the rest area, nodding, "Go sleep in there, I’ll call you when we arrive in Parma."

Li Qiao savored the taste of the alcohol in her mouth, nodded, and lazily stood up to leave.

After she entered the rest area, Shang Yu swirled the glass in his hand and glanced at the three assistants in the back of the cabin, who immediately understood and came over to him.

At this time, the three stood with bowed heads, each with a solemn and serious expression.

This return to Parma was bound to cause a huge stir.

Because the eldest, as the heir to the main Shang house, was bringing a girl back with him, this trip would surely be fraught with extreme danger for Miss Li.

"How is Zuo Xuan’s arrangement?" Shang Yu’s gaze fell on Liuyun, shaking his glass and resting his forearm on the back of the sofa.

With a solemn face, Liuyun reported, "Zuo Xuan has just sent a message, the people from Secret Hall have been placed all around the old house, ready to protect Miss Li’s safety at any time."

As he finished speaking, Shang Yu pursed his lips, his gaze once again turned to Wang Yue, who spoke directly, "The cyber team has locked down Miss Li’s information, and group two’s tech department will monitor it 24/7. The moment anyone investigates Miss Li, they will counterattack immediately."

Shang Yu lowered his eyelids, seemingly pleased, and nodded, then waved his hand, and the men dispersed.

Inside the rest area, Li Qiao, who was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a sly glint passing through her clear eyes.

Clearly, she had heard the entire conversation outside.

This trip to Parma seemed to be even more serious than she had anticipated.

Shang Yu had secretly made so many preparations to protect her.

Well then... she couldn’t afford to let him down.

Li Qiao straightened up, using the heel of her shoe against the doorframe, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and connected to the plane’s wireless network. Then, slipping off her shoes, she sat cross-legged on the bed and rapidly started a series of operations on the screen.