The Favored Heiress -
Chapter 313: Car Owner Information
Chapter 313: Chapter 313: Car Owner Information
Thus, under the watchful gaze of several pairs of eyes, Li Qiao switched her phone to silent mode.
The world became quiet.
But Shang Yu beside her watched her with faint eyes, his gaze seemingly drifting over her phone, a slight frown forming between his brows.
The young lady was in Parma, who could be so crazily bombarding her with messages?
He Xi held a cigarette between two fingers, exhaling smoke, and interjected like a considerate older sister, "You don’t need to mind us. With so many messages, it might be an emergency. You should reply if you need to."
Li Qiao looked up at He Xi, about to say there was no need, but then she glanced sideways at He Qing, "I happen to know someone from the Sixth Bureau. If you want to know why they’ve come to Parma, I can ask him later."
He Qing pondered thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded, "Mm, do ask. People from the Sixth Bureau rarely operate in Parma. I’m worried their sudden arrival might be targeting Shaoyan."
Hearing this, He Xi’s eyes swept towards Li Qiao with concealed meaning, "Not necessarily, but we’ll know once I ask."
The Sixth Bureau, active in the black market, although navigating a gray area, held an extremely high status and reputation.
They did as they wished, with a piece of intelligence sometimes worth a fortune or provided free of cost, or exchanged for something else.
What’s most important is that when the Sixth Bureau made a move, they were impartial to all.
From national prime ministers to street vendors, if you wanted it, they could provide it, so long as you met their conditions.
No one knew when the Sixth Bureau was established. By the time people became aware, the black market was already rife with legends about the Sixth Bureau.
At this moment, Li Qiao was not aware of He Xi’s glance because her phone screen kept flashing, incessantly popping up message notifications.
A chatterbox, huh?
Li Qiao, impatient, tugged at the corner of her mouth slightly, and with a sideways glance, found herself caught in Shang Yu’s deep, ocean-like pupils.
Her fingers tapped the screen lightly and she said in a soft voice, "You guys go ahead and talk, I’m going to the restroom."
"Mm," the man responded deeply, amusement buried in his eyes.
Li Qiao stood up, greeted the He family siblings, then left the living room at an unhurried pace.
After she left, He Xi stubbed out her cigarette, the smile on her face gone. She looked at Shang Yu with some seriousness, "Shaoyan, I suspect the sudden appearance of the Sixth Bureau’s people in Parma is likely related to her."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yu’s eyes narrowed, his long fingers straightening the cuffs of his shirt, "Why do you think that?"
He Xi stared unblinkingly at the man, his figure sitting against the light was slender and mesmerizing, his eyelids slightly drooping with a touch of indolence and casualness.
She watched, transfixed, until He Qing nudged her elbow, bringing He Xi back to her senses. She coughed lightly and said, "Where the Sixth Bureau appears, it’s bound to be for gathering or selling information.
Shaoyan, I’m not saying she is not good, but...this is your first time bringing a woman back to Parma, and you surely know better than me how much attention this will draw.
In other words, those who can’t touch you in Parma will definitely make their move on her."
He Xi’s analysis wasn’t without reason, and He Qing also showed a worried expression as he furrowed his brows, "This is indeed a problem. Shaoyan, your little girlfriend must be quite young. If she’s not prepared, I suggest you send her back as soon as possible.
There are too many in the Shang’s with malicious intentions. Once they know you have a girlfriend, the consequences are unimaginable."
Over the years, with Shang Yu out of Parma and Shang Zonghai at the helm, the surface appeared calm, but the shady dealings were never-ending.
Now, those who wanted to kill him but had no chance would certainly target Li Qiao.
It’s human nature, after all.
...
Elsewhere, Li Qiao, holding her phone, sat down on a bench in the garden outside the hall.
The moment she unlocked the screen and opened the page, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath and replied with two words: "Shut up."
The messages stopped instantly.
Then, a call came through, the contact named: [L]
It was still that Fa Family Crown Prince, Anyao.
Li Qiao sighed, crossing her legs, and answered the call with a cold and heartless remark, "Are you insane?"
Through the earpiece, Anyao fell silent for a moment, then mumbled with a curled lip, "I was worried you didn’t see my messages!"
Li Qiao, recalling the series of more than eighty messages just now, rubbed her face and shifted the topic, "Did you find out anything?"
"I’ve sent everything to your inbox," he said, then hummed, "Remember to add my WeChat. It’s so troublesome to send so much information by text."
Li Qiao acknowledged his request, tapping her fingers on her knee, "Is the owner of that car a Parma resident?"
Anyao clicked his mouse, staring at the computer screen and spoke in a low voice, "Should be. I’ve pulled up all the owner information for the Ferrari Enzo classic series.
You know, that model was only sold for two years, globally limited to 349 units. Even if he swapped out the shell for a new one, it’s still an Enzo shell.
So far, in the database, I’ve only found three Enzos that haven’t had any maintenance or repair records in the past six months.
One is over in America, and the owner happens to be known by my dad; definitely not him. Another one is on exhibition at the headquarters car showroom.
So, that leaves the last one, the owner is located right here in Parma, surname Shang, but I couldn’t find out the specific name.
Just want to be clear, it’s not my fault. My access only allows me to view basic owner information, detailed info requires higher authorization, and I... don’t have the clearance."
He explained in a low voice, somewhat disheartened.
Finally having this ancestor seek him out for a favor after re-entering the fray, and yet he was stopped by clearance issues.
Damn, frustrating.
At this moment, Li Qiao laughed it off, "Don’t blame yourself, having the basic information is enough."
As expected, the car owner’s last name is Shang.
Listening to Li Qiao’s light laugh, Anyao couldn’t help but ask subconsciously, "Do you know the owner? Damn, what the hell is he trying to do? The Enzo is one of Ferrari’s shortest-lived classic series.
But it has a particularly high collection value. Is he crazy? Using an Enzo for a car assembly, has he lost his mind?
I’m telling you, I’ve compared all the Enzo owner information.
Apart from a portion of second-hand Enzos that returned to the market, the travel routes from the vehicle GPS can be traced for all the other cars, only this particular Enzo from Parma, its tracking system is gone!"
"Mm, thanks."
Just as Li Qiao was about to hang up, Anyao roared from the other end, "Wait, add me on WeChat, now! Right now! Immediately!"
Once they had exchanged WeChat contacts, Anyao cradled his phone and chuckled foolishly before murmuring to himself, "You won’t change your phone number again, will you? I couldn’t find you for over three years, I..."
"Hanging up." Li Qiao cut off the call coldly, too lazy to listen to his rambling.
She and Anyao likewise met at the border.
Back then, Li Qiao had purchased seven Ferraris in a single transaction, which was said to have alerted the Ferrari Area Region’s general distributor. Anyao, upon hearing this, made a special trip to the border, intending to meet this significant client.
And he was the only son of the Asia District’s general distributor.
From one thing to another, they got acquainted with each other.
Li Qiao sat on the bench and opened the information sent by Anyao.
It was a photo, showing the vehicle identification number of the Enzo and the basic information of the owner.
The surname Shang was particularly noticeable.
So, this accident, was indeed the doing of a collateral branch?
Li Qiao stared at the screen, feeling somewhat perplexed.
Tying the whole incident together, there seemed to be no doubt, but the problem was... To go to such lengths to modify a classic Enzo, was the other party so certain they would cause an accident?
If not, then such a grand modification and planning seemed far too redundant.
Moreover, if the other party had used any other Ferrari model, the investigation certainly would not have been so easy.
It just had to be the limited edition Enzo, as if they were trying very hard to cover up yet deliberately leaving a clue.
Li Qiao gazed at the document, her eyes heavy as she looked towards the flowerbed.
Suddenly, a shadow fell behind her.
Before Li Qiao could turn around, the distinctive cool scent of a man brushed across her cheek.
Behind the bench, Shang Yu leaned in close to her shoulder, his rich voice tinged with warmth whispering in her ear, "Still busy?"
Li Qiao shrank her neck and turned her head to look at him, handing him the phone in passing, "The owner information of the Enzo."
Shang Yu’s gaze darkened slightly, flicking through the phone screen, "You found it?"
"Mm, a friend of mine is the Ferrari Asia District general distributor. He found it after comparing in the system."
As the man listened to her indifferent explanation, his warm fingertips touched her chin, gently caressing it twice, teasing with mock seriousness, "How should I thank a girlfriend who is so painstakingly concerned about my affairs?"
Those words.
Li Qiao glanced sidelong at him and smacked the back of his hand, "No need for thanks, Master Yan just needs to protect me well, after all..."
She paused, her gaze shifting past the man’s shoulder towards the He family siblings near the entrance hall, "Being your girlfriend requires quite some protection, doesn’t it?"
Li Qiao was deliberately teasing, hinting at He Xi’s previous insinuating comments.
Shang Yu rested his arms on the back of the bench, leaning down to press a kiss on her lips, "Some nonsensical words shouldn’t be taken to heart."
"Mm." Li Qiao stood up and walked around the bench to stand opposite the man, pouting and asking, "Are they leaving?"
Shang Yu pulled her hand, leading her back the way they came, "Together, there’s a social gathering."
Li Qiao rolled her throat but neither agreed nor declined.
She had known for a long time that coming to Parma meant she would inevitably meet Shang Yu’s friends.
Huo Mang was one, and the He family siblings were no different.
Yet everyone seemed to probe and prejudice her to varying degrees, perhaps in their eyes, Li Qiao was "unworthy."
With this thought, Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to look at Shang Yu, her lips moving slightly, "Where’s the gathering?"
"Earl’s Private Banquet Hall."
...
At four o’clock in the afternoon, a Bentley and two brand-new Rolls-Royces slowly drove out of the estate gate.
At this time, the He family siblings were sitting in the back of the Bentley, with He Xi turning to look out the window, his narrow eyes dim with not a trace of light.
He Qing glanced at her and reminded in a detached tone, "You went too far today. Li Qiao is just a young girl, there’s really no need to target her incessantly."
"Me, targeting her?" He Xi frowned and retorted, her expression darkening, "Aren’t you overthinking it? At most, I just probed a few times. It’s far from targeting."
He Qing faced her, lips pressed thin, "I hope not. After all, she is Shaoyan’s person, and I don’t believe you can’t see how much Shaoyan values her."
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