The first top lady

Prison is a place where the strong prey on the weak, so Qin Funing will be the most powerful person at the top of the pyramid.

She even dared to attack Master Guan of the Imperial Capital, so why would she be afraid of those unknown people?

Before leaving, she glanced toward the door.

The person who had been eavesdropping on them for so long was Song Yizhen, a cold-hearted person who could only stand by and watch without wanting to empathize with others.

Song Yixuan came out first, but she stood in the corridor and did not leave.

When Xie Ciying came out, she saw Song Yixuan looking at her, so she nodded politely at her and left quickly.

She doesn't know Song Yixuan.

Song Yixuan touched her cell phone in her pocket, but Xie Ciying was nowhere to be seen. She still didn't take her phone out.

Forget it, since I had no intention of interfering from the beginning, I'd better not meddle in other people's business now.

I just didn't expect it to end like this. I thought it would be a bloody mess, but it ended so peacefully.

Song Yixuan felt that people were more complicated, just like Qin Funing who was not afraid of power but would bow down for money. Just like she always wandered between good and evil, driving away darkness while covering light, and no one knew which direction the trajectory of things would go in the next second.

"Section Chief Song," Wang He followed, "...are you leaving?"

Song Yixuan just kept walking forward, walking out, walking to places where there were fewer people.

What section chief? These people really know how to flatter her.

"Miss Song."

A voice floated from the green path. Song Yixuan stopped and saw an extended Lincoln parked on the side of the road.

Two bodyguards in black carried Guan Tong, who was in a wheelchair, and placed him in front of Song Yixuan, blocking her way.

Guan Tong showed a superficial smile, but there was a hint of coldness in the corners of his eyes.

"I often hear Thirteenth Brother mention Miss Song. Today I finally get to see her beautiful face." Guan Tong said indifferently.

If it weren’t for Qin Funing’s incident, he still wouldn’t know that “Chen Yuanhe”’s real name was Song Yixuan.

Song Yixuan put one hand in his pocket and thought for a while, "You are the one who controls Tong." She didn't want to pay attention to him.

Guan Tong's face darkened, and he was very unhappy with Song Yixuan's disdain. "Miss Song, do you know that Guan Qian is a member of my Guan family, and the Thirteenth Young Master who is high up in the Imperial Capital?"

Song Yixuan was not shocked by Guan Qian's background. If she wanted to know, she would know naturally. Did she need Guan Tong to tell her?

Her eyes suddenly became stern, she looked up and asked coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

"You are just an ordinary person from the countryside, born in a humble family, with low education and limited knowledge." Guan Tong deliberately exposed Song Yizhen's shortcomings, "No matter how good your appearance is, it will only last for a few years. If you use your beauty to please others, your love will fade as your beauty fades."

He had to admit that Song Yixuan was indeed good-looking, with a noble appearance, but it was a pity that one's background could not be determined by appearance.

"Guan Qian likes you because you are pretty. If you want to use him to get promoted, gain wealth, power, and influence, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Song Yixuan was not angry but laughed instead, "Wealth, power, influence, what good things are they?"

"Of course!" Guan Tong said in a resounding voice, "Did you just meet Qin Funing?" Without waiting for Song Yixuan to speak, he continued, "I can make Qin Funing plead guilty by spending the money for a meal. This is the effect of money. I can transfer Qin Funing from Shenhai to Dijing with just one word. This is the effect of power. I cough, and no lawyer in Dijing will come out to defend Qin Funing. This is the effect of influence."

"Does Guan Qian have these?"

Are these good things?

When Guan Tong met Song Yixuan's deep eyes, he inexplicably felt a trace of fear. He didn't dare to look at him again, "Thirteenth brother has been spoiled by us since he was a child, so naturally he has everything he needs."

"Aren't we being targeted everywhere?"

After the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze and Guan Tong felt as if he had been seen through.

Song Yixuan had never checked Guan Qian, but she knew everything she needed to know. How many people in a family could be good to a person who had no thoughts about his family?

After an awkward moment, Song Yixuan smiled and said, "Guess, if I just say I want it, will he hold these things in front of me with both hands?"

Guan Tong looked unhappy.

Song Yixian continued without mercy, "You have enough money and power, but what do you lack now?" As he spoke, he lowered his gaze and stopped at the place where Qin Funing had stabbed him mercilessly.

"You..." Guan Tong was so angry that he wanted to crush the armrest of the wheelchair with such force.

No one dared to mention this matter in front of him.

Except Song Yixuan.

"Since you are so rich and powerful, you should be able to make up for it, right?" Song Yixuan raised his eyebrows, stared at Guan Tong with a sharp gaze, and finally asked provocatively: "Hmm?"

"Song Yixuan!" Guan Tong was furious.

No, he couldn't jump.

"What you said, I will get it if I want it." Her voice suddenly lost its warmth, and her cold and distant tone carried an unquestionable authority, "Live well, maybe you will see it one day."

After he finished speaking, Song Yixuan walked past Guan Tong and left on his own.

Song Yizhen admitted that Guan Tong was right, and wealth and power did bring many conveniences. Therefore, people in the world pursued profit, and businessmen pursued power, always trying to get something they thought was better.

But in her eyes, better things are never these. She is sometimes selfish, but this "interest" has nothing to do with money or power.

She walked all the way to the Imperial Stadium. The square in front of the stadium had just been decorated, and the flowerbeds and green plants brightened her eyes instantly.

What fame and fortune? It doesn't stand in her way.

Song Yixuan crossed the road from the sidewalk and entered the gate of the building opposite the Imperial Stadium. The plaque next to the door read: Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Fifth Bureau of the Ministry of State Security.

Nominally she belongs to the Fifth Bureau of the Ministry of State Security, so she came here today just to go through the motions.

Song Yixuan took the elevator directly to the third floor and went straight to the director's office. He pushed the door open naturally and smoothly, took a glass of water, and sat on the black leather sofa next to him. His movements were smooth and seamless, as if he had returned to his own home.

The middle-aged man sitting at the desk asked his subordinate who came to report on work to leave first, and then watched helplessly as Song Yixuan wandered around in his office, completely ignoring him.

Haijing sighed even more and said, "I won't ask you to knock on the door anymore. I've said it hundreds of times and it never worked. But when someone is around, can you please give me a little face?"

Song Yixuan put down the disposable paper cup, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, folded his arms, and did not respond to his request. He said, "I'll report on my work."

Hai Jing was quite surprised when he heard this, "Oh, you actually took the initiative?"

In the past, he would always chase after Song Yixuan and ask her about her situation, but this time, Song Yixuan actually came to report in person. The sun really rose from the west!

However, judging from Song Yixuan's tone and aura, why does it feel like he is the one who needs to report his work?

"The Viper was setting up a trap to test him. He didn't catch anyone, but he hooked Chen Kuan. I told Director Shen about the situation, and he knows what to do. I don't care about the rest."

Hai Jing took two steps closer and tried to persuade him, "We can ignore 711 Po Jing, but we can't ignore Song Yixuan from the Criminal Investigation Bureau!"

"I said I don't care, so I don't care." Song Yixuan spoke stubbornly, refusing to give in.

She suddenly understood why this mission was originally issued by 711. If it was Haijing who spoke up, she would never agree to go to Guangting.