The Favored Heiress-Chapter 1307: Simple Affection

7:50 a.m., South Sea near the harbor bay.

A Ou Lu car slowly stopped by the coastal service road.

He Yanmo got out of the car, and Ah Yong timely rolled down the window to ask, "Miss, do you really not need me to take you back to school?"

"Bye, Uncle Yong."

He Yanmo stepped down the stairs by the coast, waving her hand as she walked.

Ah Yong didn’t say more, he steered the wheel to turn the car around and headed back to the villa.

Regarding He Yanmo’s safety, Brother Chen’s old subordinates never worry at all.

Though she seems stunningly beautiful and glamorous, she can flip a casino when she fights.

As a witness to her skills, Ah Yong has immense confidence in He Yanmo.

After the Ou Lu car drove away, He Yanmo turned back again along the coastal service road, looking at the Seaview Apartment across the street, smiling slyly and contentedly.

"Miss He." As He Yanmo just stepped onto the crosswalk, a soft call came from behind.

She turned around, her ponytail swinging a graceful arc behind her head, "Brother Qing Lei?"

Qing Lei smiled politely, "Please follow me, the head of Shang Family is waiting for you by the sea."

...

On the seaside under the night sky, the glow of the streetlights enveloped the surroundings, the waves, the sand, the breeze, the ripples, all combined into a vast romance.

Ahead, not far away, a white tent was set up in the center of the beach, and beside it a dining table was surrounded by muslin curtains.

He Yanmo slowly approached, while Qing Lei stopped ten meters away waiting in silence.

Before the tent stood Shang Yin.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black shirt and trousers like a night messenger, elegant, aloof, yet rebellious.

He Yanmo brushed aside the strands of hair blown astray by the wind, standing next to him facing the sea.

Their arms lightly bumped together, Shang Yin lowered his gaze, naturally grasping her hand, "Cold?"

He Yanmo shook her head, curled her fingertips around his, "Brother Yin, just now Brother Qing Lei called you head of the family...I remember last year he still called you Young Master."

She guessed something must have happened for Shang Yin to delay returning.

But she hadn’t expected he would become referred to as the head of the family by Qing Lei.

This seemingly implied he took over from his god-grandfather as the rightful head of Shang Family.

It also suggested his future...might be tied to Parma.

He Yanmo subconsciously turned her head, "You..."

Shang Yin interrupted her, curling his lips, "Walk with me?"

He Yanmo answered, then walked with Shang Yin on the beach.

No destination, no pedestrians, the whole coastline belonged only to them.

He Yanmo lowered her head, looking at their intertwined fingers, her heartbeat accelerating, fervently throbbing.

To a young girl in the bloom of youth, what she liked was direct and intense.

He Yanmo couldn’t remember when it started that when she and Brother Yin held hands again, her heart changed.

Maybe at fifteen, maybe earlier.

They clearly grew up holding hands together, clearly he was her nominal god-brother, but some emotions subtly changed.

Was it an early romance? Not entirely.

He Yanmo and Shang Yin had never straightforwardly expressed love, yet through interaction over time, they developed an unspoken understanding.

They liked each other, they grew together, and awaited each other to mature quickly.

At this moment, Shang Yin’s deep and slow voice still carried a hint of youth’s brightness as he spoke, "Momo, on August 17th this year, I inherited Shang Family."

"Yes, I guessed it." He Yanmo walked forward with her head bowed, "Then will you have to stay in Parma in the future?"

He had been in Parma for eight years, which was no different from residing there.

Yet he would always remind her, Momo, wait for me to come back.

Now, he had reached adulthood and inherited Shang Family, his future returns would likely be few like his god-grandfather.

He Yanmo felt somewhat uncomfortable, a pure reluctance.

Shang Yin paused slightly, turning his head to look at the girl’s constantly quivering eyelashes, "Do you wish I could come back often?"

"Is what I wish useful?" He Yanmo turned her face away, murmuring softly, "I also wish you wouldn’t leave."

Shang Yin smiled, softening the cold angles of his features, "Momo, as long as you keep me, I won’t go."

He Yanmo’s heartbeat quickened.

She somewhat disliked this uncontrollable agitation but undeniably she delighted that these emotions originated from Shang Yin.

He Yanmo said, "No, keeping you in South Sea, I’d become a sinner."

The smile on Shang Yin faded, his handsome face covered with a thin frost.

"Brother Yin..." He Yanmo walked in front of him, stepping backward with her hands behind, "I won’t force you to stay. You wait for me again, wait until I am eighteen, wait until I finish my studies, afterwards wherever you go, I’ll follow you."

Shang Yin’s eyes were fixed on the girl so close to him, yet before he could speak, He Yanmo teasingly quipped, "You would take me with you, right?"

"I would." Shang Yin’s ink-black eyes were full of He Yanmo’s silhouette.

He remembered that as a child he had an obsession, he wanted to be with his sister every day.

Back then, He Yanmo was his beloved little sister, charming and soft.

Now, He Yanmo was his beloved girl, beautiful and cheerful.

That midsummer, when Shang Yin was sixteen and He Yanmo was fifteen, holding hands with her amidst the bustling airport crowd, at that instant, the boy thought of two words, liking.

Teenage liking, without distractions, without desires.

Just simply liking, intense and open.

Shang Yin never thought about their future, until the day he succeeded as the head of the family, his grandfather told him, the Jade Pendant in He Yanmo’s hand should be reclaimed.

He was puzzled and resisted faintly, he asked why and tried to refuse.

But grandfather told him, "Wenzan, the Shang’s family’s Jade Pendant has been passed down for hundreds of years, the Jade Pendant you gave to Yanmo is a symbol of the Matriarch of Shang Family, she has worn it for fun all these years, it’s time to reclaim it."

At that time, Shang Yin woke from his thoughts, raised his head, and reached out towards the girl before him, "Come, let me take you to unwrap a gift."

He Yanmo smiled and grasped his hand, the two returned towards the dining table, "Brother Yin, where’s Xiao Bai? Why didn’t you bring him out?"

"He’s in the apartment." Shang Yin pointed his mouth towards the nearby Seaview Apartment, "I’ll take you to see him later."

White Tiger Yin Bai had been with Shang Yin for seventeen springs.

Time spares no one, nor does it spare the tiger.

Yin Bai had aged, though still able to walk and move, it wasn’t as lively as before, most of the time lazily lounging in the sun.

This trip back home, Shang Yin also hoped to find a way to boost White Tiger’s strength, extending its lifespan would be best.

That night, at 9:30, Shang Yin personally drove He Yanmo back to school.

In front of Science and Technology University, He Yanmo tugged at the Red Silk Thread in her hand, "Will this really not break again?"

"It won’t." Shang Yin with one hand on the steering wheel, arranged the hood behind her, "The hidden buckle at the joint of the red string can be stretched, if you don’t know how to do it, come to me with the Jade Pendant tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, goodnight."