Chapter 180 Ling Yue's mind raced, and a wicked idea formed.

The rest of the itinerary was relatively leisurely.

They visited local castles for photos and went for drives along the coastal highway.

Once, while out, they encountered a local wedding. Ling Yue casually gifted a lady's watch and politely experienced the local wedding customs.

The wedding was free and open, like stumbling into a large gathering of friends. Everyone wore beautiful dresses and danced on the lawn to the music with the newlyweds.

Other than that, there weren't many tourist attractions in Portofino, so Ling Yue spent most of the remaining time at the villa.

Under the teaching and guidance of professionals, she actually learned how to snorkel and pilot a yacht; she just needed to find time to get certified.

Time flew by.

Before they knew it, the day of the return journey had arrived.

As Song Xinyao packed her luggage, she sighed, "Happy times are always short. I really don't want to leave~"

After saying that, she reached out as if to grab the distant sea view, her eyes full of reluctance. "I will miss this summer forever."

"Me too!" Shen Qingxue looked up from her computer screen. "I've never had such easy material to edit. I can make at least twenty short videos and eight vlogs!"

Song Xinyao was shocked. "As expected of an actress, never forgetting work even while on vacation."

Shen Qingxue twisted her aching waist. "I have no choice. This is a publicity method that costs almost nothing. For a minor actress like me, I have to seize every opportunity to get on screen."

She beckoned to Ling Yue, who was sitting on the sofa eating ice cream, and said, "Yueyue, I remember Luo Shanshan also took a lot of videos and photos. Can you ask her to send me some footage? I want to supplement my vlogs."

Ling Yue swallowed a mouthful of smooth, rich ice cream and said, "Go ask her yourself."

"My image cannot appear in the videos, though. Otherwise, I'll charge you an astronomical appearance fee."

Shen Qingxue made an 'OK' gesture. "Don't worry, girl, I know the rules."

Over there, Song Xinyao was sitting on her suitcase, struggling to close the zipper of the bulging bag that looked ready to burst.

Wiping away sweat, she couldn't help but exclaim, "I came with one suitcase and I'm leaving with three. A woman's purchasing power is truly terrifying."

Ling Yue calmly reminded her, "Pack carefully and don't leave anything behind. Otherwise, it'll take a long time to ship it back from abroad."

"That definitely won't happen! I'd cry myself to death if I lost even one thing." Song Xinyao was quite the money-grubber.

Bodyguards came to the room to wheel away the suitcases.

Ling Yue told Shen Qingxue to pack up her computer and get ready to leave, while she went to the living room to check on the packing progress.

In the massive living room, dozens of large cardboard boxes were stacked like a mountain.

Even Ling Yue herself was startled by the scene.

The boxes contained all the goods Ling Yue had bought in Italy during this period. She had already declared them to the relevant departments and paid the taxes, so she could transport them back home herself.

At that moment, the villa's bodyguards were helping move the boxes to the top floor so they could be transported by vehicle to the runway for early loading.

Shen Qingxue came out carrying her laptop bag and stared dumbfounded at the wall-like stack of boxes in the living room. She gave Ling Yue a thumbs-up. "In terms of terrifying purchasing power, you are truly the best of the best."

Ling Yue shrugged proudly. "Thanks for the compliment."

Actually, it was alright. The 100 million Euros on the card had been spent down to the last cent.

It had to be her; she really knew how to spend.

This trip was a satisfying shopping spree.

Organizing the return journey was also a taxing task.

Cheng Jiao arranged everything and paid the final balance to the villa. Since time didn't permit, she politely declined the villa's farewell ceremony.

Thus, the villa staff all gathered at the runway, standing in neat rows just as they had when they first welcomed Ling Yue, to see her off.

Ling Yue took off the necklace with the tracking device and handed it back to the Villa Butler.

The Villa Butler put away the device, babbled something, and then brought out a gift box.

He opened the box to reveal a necklace that looked identical to the one with the tracking device.

Ling Yue was puzzled.

Then she heard Cheng Jiao translate: "The tracking device has been removed from this necklace, and the red button has been replaced with a ruby. It is a commemorative gift from the Villa Owner to you, Miss."

"The Villa Owner's family crest is still engraved on the back of the pendant. Carrying this necklace will grant you VIP treatment at any establishment run by the family."

Ling Yue took the gift box gracefully. "I see. So this necklace is basically a membership card."

Cheng Jiao remained silent; it could be understood that way.

However, the ruby on this 'membership card' was worth 100,000 Euros.

Not many people in the world could obtain this family's 'membership card.'

Ling Yue closed the gift box, held it in her palm, and said "Thank you" to the Villa Butler in Italian.

She turned and stepped into the cabin.

The crew performed a final check, preparing for takeoff.

After taxiing for a while, a sensation of being pushed back into the seat hit, and the plane soared into the sky.

Song Xinyao clung to the window, looking at the receding ground. "I don't want to leave. This trip will definitely give me withdrawal symptoms for a while."

Shen Qingxue nodded vigorously. "I've traveled to many places before, but this experience was truly the best and most satisfying! I'm already starting to miss it before we've even left."

Shen Qingxue and Song Xinyao hugged each other in shared sentiment.

Ling Yue didn't feel much; after all, she could go on a whim-driven trip whenever she wanted.

Seeing the two of them crying.

Ling Yue's mind whirred.

A wicked idea formed.

She cleared her throat and glanced at Song Xinyao. "You didn't finish a single embroidery piece while you were out, did you? The drafts you submitted were all from your backlog. When we get back, you'll have to rush to finish this month's tasks. You won't have time for withdrawal symptoms."

Song Xinyao's rosy little face instantly turned pale.

Then it was Shen Qingxue's turn. "And you, you've probably gained nine pounds during this time. You'll have to go on a diet when you get back. Withdrawal symptoms? By then, your mind will probably be filled with nothing but food."

"Wow, you!" Shen Qingxue clutched her heart, her brows twisting like earthworms, her face pained. "Please, stop talking!"

Song Xinyao looked haggard, as if she were about to die. "Being nagged by the boss on the spot... Heh, I don't dare open my eyes. I hope this is just a hallucination."

"Don't be so gloomy. There are still many photos to edit. Didn't you say you wanted to post a nine-grid gallery?" Ling Yue gave them a slap and then a sweet date.

Sure enough, Song Xinyao and Shen Qingxue miraculously 'came back to life.'

"Let me tell you, I took so many divine photos this time!" Shen Qingxue boasted about her skills with smug satisfaction.

Song Xinyao also didn't have time for sentimental wallowing and began to show off her masterpieces. "Look at mine. These are all unedited, straight from the camera. No need for Photoshop at all. Every single one is gorgeous!"

"Wow, this color tone is great!" Shen Qingxue didn't hold back her praise.

Song Xinyao felt shy and praised her back. "Your angles are also quite good~"

"Yue, let's see what you took!" The two of them crowded in front of Ling Yue.

Ling Yue opened her phone's photo album, revealing a bunch of photos taken from all sorts of bizarre angles.

Song Xinyao thought for a long time before squeezing out a sentence: "...At least the scenery was beautiful enough."

"What do you mean by that!" Ling Yue said indignantly. "This angle was of the yacht on the lake; it creates a sense of chaotic beauty!"

"Then why is it crooked? And blurry?" Shen Qingxue asked a soul-piercing question.

Ling Yue racked her brain. "Because... it's dreamcore, you know?"

Song Xinyao shook her head.

Shen Qingxue suppressed a laugh, looking up at the sky and down at the ground.

Ling Yue refused to give up and insisted on finding a photo with perfect composition and lighting. Of course, she never found one in the end.

For a moment, a scene where all three were hurt was achieved.