Kicked out of a wealthy family? I became a rich and beautiful woman thanks to the system.

Not long after, Wen Yao returned to her room. She stood outside the window, her eyes fixed on the Presidential Palace.

The presidential palace is heavily guarded and still brightly lit; it's clear at a glance that it's not easy to overturn.

I wonder how things are going with the mayor, and how many more days we have to wait.

Wen Yao sat back down on the sofa.

I glanced at my phone; it was already ten o'clock.

"By the way, why haven't Song Zhiqian and the others returned yet?"

Wen Yao then noticed that Song Zhiqian had been gone for three hours, and should have returned by now.

Wen Yao was a little worried and was about to dial Song Zhiqian's number.

At that moment, 0001 walked up to her.

“Miss, 0004 just said that Mr. Song has been taken to the Presidential Palace.”

"what?!"

Wen Yao's pupils dilated in shock as she stared at 0001 in utter astonishment.

She spent 100,000 yuan and still hasn't gotten in, and Song Zhiqian just goes in like that?

"what happened?"

0001 shook his head.

"0004 and 0005 will be back soon. Let them tell you in person."

Wen Yao nodded, then put on her fur coat and went downstairs.

Many people came to see Wen Yao at the hotel entrance, which was completely surrounded by people.

Surrounded by three bodyguards, Wen Yao got into the van. Before closing the door, she threw a handful of cash out of the car.

Many ragged people scrambled to squat on the ground and grab the loot.

While they were waiting, 0001 drove the car to the entrance of the Presidential Palace, where several people waited for 0004 and 0005.

"Young Miss, they've arrived."

A nanny van pulled up next to their car.

"Miss, we're sorry, we failed to protect Mr. Song."

After 0004 and 0005 got into the car, they apologized to Wen Yao.

"It's alright, tell me what happened first."

“After Mr. Song entered a coffee shop, he met a girl. He took her to the restaurant upstairs to eat. Before entering, he asked us to wait outside. Later, he was taken away by someone. By the time we found out, he had already been put into a car.”

Wen Yao was stunned

"Oh~ so he got arrested while trying to pick up girls, and even taken to the presidential palace? He doesn't even speak the language, how was he able to pick up girls?!"

Wen Yao thought about it for a moment

"He's not exactly flirting with everyone."

Although Wen Yao was surprised, she looked at the gate of the Presidential Palace.

"So, does that mean we can go in?"

Someone has to be taken in to ransom them.

Just then, the door opened automatically.

"President, please come in."

A man in military uniform received orders through an earpiece.

"Hurry up, we can finally go in."

After saying that, Wen Yao and her group of six prepared to go inside.

However, they were stopped by the soldiers at the gate.

"The bodyguards have to wait at the door."

Wen Yao frowned.

This huge presidential palace belongs to them, and she can't even manage with just five bodyguards?

Moreover, she has already spent so much money in Ubon Ratchathani, and tonight she gave the mayor a separate sum of 100,000. At the very least, 50,000 must have ended up in the president's pocket.

"No, my bodyguards will not leave me; they must be by my side when I am working."

Also, don't worry, they won't cause trouble.

The soldier at the door looked a little embarrassed, mainly because Wen Yao was different from the others.

Human nature is such that people treat others differently based on their status.

After making a phone call, he said to Wen Yao...

"Alright, your bodyguards can go in, but they can't bring weapons in."

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and the five people next to her handed their pistols to the soldiers at the door.

Then, the group of people went inside.

After entering, soldiers led the way.

An armored door was opened.

Wen Yao stepped onto a full-coverage wool carpet.

The interior of the presidential palace is lavishly decorated with warm lighting, and most of the furniture is made of expensive mahogany, adorned with gold accents.

"this way please."

Wen Yao followed a soldier into the elevator.

After turning a few more corners, we walked through a large gate and finally met Song Zhiqian.

Song Zhiqian sat on the sofa looking embarrassed, but when he saw Wen Yao arrive, it was as if he had seen a savior.

He frantically gave Wen Yao meaningful glances.

Wen Yao ignored him at first, and instead looked at the man in a high position.

"President Karan?"

Although the man had a round belly, he possessed an extraordinary demeanor.

"Miss Wen, please have a seat. Please go and pour tea for the guests."

Wen Yao then sat down next to Song Zhiqian.

The bodyguards stood behind the sofa.

"President Karan, may I ask what brings my friend to the Presidential Palace?"

Karan sat down on the sofa opposite Wen Yao.

"Your friend met my daughter at the restaurant today."

Although his tone was gentle, it was still authoritative.

Wen Yao was taken aback; she didn't quite understand.

“According to the customs of our Ubon, your friend should marry my daughter.”

Wen Yao's pupils were shaking.

She stared at Song Zhiqian in shock.

What did you do with his daughter this afternoon?

"I was eating, and I was only halfway through my meal when I was taken away."

Getting married over a meal? This was the first time Wen Yao had ever heard of this custom.

"Do you know what he said?"

Song Zhiqian shook his head.

He wants you to be his son-in-law!

"what!"

Song Zhiqian screamed and stood up from the sofa.

"This...this...how can this be? I'm only eighteen years old, and I'm just having a meal."

Wen Yao also found it outrageous. Although Ubang was poor, Karan was the president and had once been a businessman.

The mindset can't be so outdated; many so-called customs are meant to restrict the poor.

"President Karan, in your country, do you get married just because you have a meal together?"

Karan knew that Song Zhiqian was unhappy, but he wasn't worried, since Song Zhiqian was already in his presidential palace.

“They ate in a private room without being seen by others. If he doesn’t marry my daughter, she will face a lot of controversy.”

Wen Yao frowned.

Although it was Song Zhiqian who invited her, the president's daughter was willing to go into the private room with him. Moreover, how could the president's daughter's life be the same as that of the local people? Of course, she was not subject to any restrictions.

This is called staged accident.

She looked at Song Zhiqian.

"You don't even speak Ubang, how did you manage to communicate with that girl?"

"She speaks English; we communicate in English."

Wen Yao asked suspiciously

"Her English is fluent."

"Yes, she said she studied abroad after she turned twelve."

Wen Yao became even more certain that Karan was trying to extort money.

In fact, Karan already knew Song Zhiqian's identity, and taking this opportunity to marry her daughter into a wealthy family in China would be a good idea.

Wen Yao suppressed her anger.

"Mr. President, would your daughter be willing to marry him?"

How could a normal girl be willing to marry a man she's only known for a few hours?

"Of course she was willing; in my opinion, it was a beautiful love story."