The Favored Heiress-Chapter 1301: Shang Yin Returns to Parma (Shang Yin and He Yanmo)

Chapter 1301: Chapter 1301: Shang Yin Returns to Parma (Shang Yin and He Yanmo)

Years pass by, time swiftly moves along.

Three years later, at the age of ten, Shang Yin carefully considered and chose to return to Parma.

At the South Sea Mansion, Shang Yin, now over 1.5 meters tall, with cheeks shedding the innocence of youth, held White Tiger’s paw with one hand, standing by the car and gazing back at the mansion, with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia in his deep, dark eyes.

"Yin Bai, get in the car."

The young boy opened the car door, cheerfully calling to White Tiger beside him.

Today, the driver was Gu Chenn, and Luoyu sat in the passenger seat, secretly wiping the corners of her eyes while gazing outside the window.

Shang Yin climbed into the back seat, and White Tiger nestled quietly at his feet, "Uncle, let’s go."

Gu Chenn glanced at the rear-view mirror, sighed, and started the engine.

Luoyu adjusted her emotions, and after a while turned back, "Yi Bao, why did you agree to grandpa..."

"Because... Grandpa was right," Shang Yin’s gaze was clear and earnest, "I’m more suitable than Wenxuan."

Luoyu was at a loss for words.

Everyone knew, among the three children of Shang’s, Shang Yin was indeed the most exceptional.

With the skills and knowledge he possesses now, he completely doesn’t need to waste time in school.

Returning to Parma, he would receive more systematic and severe education expected by the noble family.

Rather than the open education that the elder and his wife had provided.

From this day forward, the prince of Shang’s family, left home at age ten, returned to the country at eighteen, and took over the South Sea Yanhuang Group at twenty; his life was typically progressing without hindrance.

...

At the airport tarmac, Shang Yin led White Tiger up the aircraft steps and then paused, "Aunt Yu, remember to apologize for me to mom and dad, and also... to Godfather’s family."

Though Shang Yin was young, he already had a proper understanding and etiquette in his dealings with people. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

He deceived everyone, so he needed to apologize.

Simply put, no one would come to see him off today because he announced to the public that tomorrow was the departure day for his flight.

Shang Yin didn’t like farewells, nor did he believe this was a farewell.

He was merely going to live at his grandpa’s house for a few years; the South Sea would always be his origin and destination.

The wind was somewhat strong on the tarmac; Shang Yin waved to Luoyu and Gu Chenn and turned to climb the steps.

Luoyu was crying, and Gu Chenn encircled her shoulder, softly comforting, "It’s okay; sooner or later he will return, with his current ability, it won’t take years to sort things out."

"Still, it’s hard to let go..." Luoyu’s breath trembled, choked as she spoke: "The burden of Shang’s is too heavy, he’s so young..."

Gu Chenn tightened his grip, speaking maturely, "Haven’t Shang’s men always gone through this? You followed Shang Shaoyan from a young age; you should have witnessed all this."

Indeed, absolutely correct.

The legitimate prince of Shang’s family, no matter who, must go through this process.

Even the elder back then faced greater challenges than Shang Yin.

At that time, Shang Yu had no choice, but now Shang Yin volunteered.

Shang Yin’s return to Parma meant he was providing a protective umbrella for his younger brother Shang Yao and sister Shang Qi, taking on all responsibilities of Parma’s Shang clan.

The silhouette on the steps gradually moved away.

Yet, as he stepped into the cabin, a familiar engine sound came from afar.

Shang Yin stood at the top, looking back, a convoy of seven vehicles approaching closer and closer.

Car doors opened one after another, and Li Qiao, Shang Yu, He Chen, Yin Mo, the Shang family’s twins, the He family siblings, Mr. and Mrs. Li—all who could come, came.

Shang Yin pressed his lips tightly, the ten-year-old somewhat stubbornly averted his gaze, clutching White Tiger’s lead, his eyes couldn’t help but redden.

"Yi Bao." Li Qiao’s call always seemed gentle and calm, as if without emotional fluctuations, yet it was filled with twists and turns.

Shang Yin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, turned around, smiling and called her: "Mom..."

"Wenzan." Shang Yu spoke deeply, holding Li Qiao as they walked up the steps.

The passage of time hadn’t left too many traces on this couple’s faces, only their poise and demeanor had become increasingly steady and restrained.

In the blink of an eye, the couple stood before Shang Yin, and Shang Yu patted his head, speaking deeply: "Just do your best in everything, don’t force it."

Shang Yin nodded, "I know."

Li Qiao also tapped his forehead, her gaze soft and teasing, "You’re quite clever, learned to give false reports."

Shang Yin looked at her, and the next moment he flung himself into her arms, "Mom, you wait for me to come back. When I come back, you and dad won’t have to work so hard anymore."

Li Qiao felt incredibly soft-hearted, filled with heartache.

Some time ago, Shang Zonghai visited the South Sea, where grandfather and grandson talked in a room all night long.

No one knew exactly what they talked about, but within a week, Shang Yin made the decision to return to Parma.

Li Qiao patted his back, the little one who once coquettishly acted cute in her arms had transformed into a young boy with ambitions.

She said, "Okay, don’t let us wait too long."

Shang Yin sniffled and then ran down the steps, hugging Mr. and Mrs. Li, He Chen, and others one by one.

When he was in front of the He family siblings, He Yanmo clung to his hand and cried loudly, "Brother Yin... when will you come back?"

He Yanyi also shed tears, "Brother Yin, don’t go, okay?"

Shang Yin pinched He Yanmo’s soft fingers, "Don’t cry, I’ll be back soon."

He Yanmo’s tearful eyes stopped crying, "You’re not lying?"

"Not lying to you."

At this moment, seven-year-old Shang Yao and Shang Qi weren’t crying; instead, they waved goodbye to Shang Yin, "Big brother, return soon."

Shang Yin bent down and hugged them, softly reminding: "Wenxuan, Yunxi, remember what I said."

The twins spoke in unison, "Okay~ we remember."

In a few short minutes, Shang Yin entered the cabin, and Li Qiao and Shang Yu returned to the tarmac.

As the cabin door closed, Shang Yao and Shang Qi synchronously, like mind-readers, dropped their little faces, with Shang Qi looking up, her voice soft and trembling, "Daddy, has big brother left?"

Shang Yu looked down, his voice raspy, "Yes, he’s gone."

Shang Qi turned to look at Shang Yao, and the siblings simultaneously pouted, then burst into tears.

They had promised their brother not to cry in front of him...

Now that he’s gone, they could cry!

...

When Shang Yin was thirteen, he met a new friend in Parma.

That day, as usual for weekends, he returned from the old house to Paibo Manor.

Life in Parma was tough, yet fulfilling.

The rules and requirements of the noble family allowed Shang Yin to have a more comprehensive understanding of Shang’s.

Every Sunday, his grandfather would reserve this time for his personal rest.

"Young Master Yin." The young man driving in the front was Wei Sanqi, a bodyguard chosen by Shang Zonghai for Shang Yin.

Wei Sanqi drove, glancing at the rear-view mirror, "Before leaving, Housekeeper Xiao asked me to tell you, under the kitchen cabinet of the manor..."

"Brother San Qi, watch the road!" Speaking quickly, Wei Sanqi noticed the car veered off the main road and hurriedly steered back on track, though the side mirror brushed against a pedestrian’s arm.