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Autumn in Beijing.

Luxurious, extravagant private rooms in a five-star hotel.

Song Beiyou sat in front of a noblewoman.

The lady placed the prepared check on the smooth marble table and pushed it towards her. "Here is ten million. I want you to voluntarily dissolve your engagement with my son."

As she said this, the noblewoman Duan Yuan kept glancing at Song Beiyou.

She possessed a beautiful figure, with fair skin and a lovely face even without makeup, and her eyes were alluring.

Like the bewitching female demons in "Journey to the West".

Unfortunately, he's mentally ill!

unlucky.

How could he possibly be worthy of her son!

Duan Yuan's face was full of disdain. Seeing Song Beiyou's unsmiling expression, she asked, "Is ten million too little?"

"Then suggest a number."

Song Beiyou remained silent, looking at Duan Yuan with a lazy expression, a faint smile playing on his lips as if he were watching a joke.

Duan Yuan felt inexplicably uneasy under her gaze and leaned back.

Her body was terrified, but she wouldn't back down verbally, saying, "To tell you the truth, you're not good enough for my son."

My son, Qin Shuhao, would never marry a woman who came from a mental hospital.

joke!

Everyone in the capital knows that Song Beiyou, the eldest daughter of the Song family, has had mental problems since childhood.

At just six years old, she dared to lie and say that the male principal of her kindergarten wanted to assault her, and she smashed his head so hard that he bled and needed thirty stitches.

This is extremely serious.

If that's true, the male kindergarten principal will definitely die a horrible death.

But then, all the teachers and students stood up to prove the principal's innocence.

Importantly, Song Beiyou's fraternal twin sister, Song Nanwan, also stepped forward, saying she could testify that her sister was lying.

There was absolutely no infringement.

Now, Song Beiyou became an oddity in everyone's eyes.

Liar and violent maniac!

Back then, the Song family was facing an economic crisis. After consulting a fortune teller, the elders of the Song family angrily sent Song Beiyou to a mental hospital in a neighboring city.

This departure lasted for thirteen years.

Song Beiyou is nineteen years old this year.

Because of a marriage contract, he was brought back from the mental hospital by the Song family.

The person who went to pick up Song Beiyou was the Song family's butler.

She thought he would take her directly back to the Song family, but instead he sent her to this star-rated hotel.

The elegant lady in front of you, Duan Yuan, is the mother of Song Beiyou's fiancé.

Duan Yuan continued nagging, her attitude even worse than before, "Did you hear me or not?"

Jeremy Lin is in love with your sister, Song Nanwan. They are a good match in terms of education, background, and other aspects.

You'd better be sensible and ask our Qin family patriarch to cancel the engagement to avoid making everyone unhappy.

Hearing...

Before Duan Yuan could finish speaking, Song Beiyou gently pushed himself up from the table with his hands.

He glanced down at Duan Yuan, gave a cold laugh, and left without looking back.

Duan Yuan was a well-known noblewoman in the capital, and everyone who saw her used to treat her with utmost respect.

Song Beiyou alone was arrogant and rude.

"madman!

Neuropathy!"

The sound wasn't quiet; the door to the private room wasn't closed, and Song Beiyou, who had walked to the elevator, heard it.

Her gaze darkened as she stepped into the elevator.

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At the hotel entrance, Uncle Chen, the Song family's butler, stood beside the black Bentley, waiting for Song Beiyou.

Thinking she wouldn't come out so soon, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Halfway through the search, the hotel's glass electric door opened, and the slender Song Beiyou emerged from inside.

Uncle Chen quickly stuffed the cigarette pack back in, muttering under his breath, "Damn annoying."

This morning, the Song family sent him to the mental hospital in the next city to pick up their eldest daughter, Song Beiyou.

Actually, I should have taken it on a year ago.

When 6-year-old Song Beiyou was sent there, the contract stipulated that he must be picked up when he turned 18.

The sanatorium also made many calls, saying that Song Beiyou was fine, his mental state had always been good, and there was absolutely no need for him to stay there.

However, due to the recent investment losses of the Song family, they kept delaying.

Until a few days ago, the Qin family patriarch suddenly brought up the engagement between his grandson Qin Shuhao and Song Beiyou, the eldest daughter of the Song family.

They said they would take advantage of Qin Shuhao's 20th birthday to hold the engagement banquet at the same time.

The two families immediately erupted in anger.

You should know that Qin Shuhao and Song Nanwan, the second young lady of the Song family, are deeply in love.

Song Nanwan cried for two days, and the Song family was heartbroken.

Qin Shuhao even went to his grandfather's place to complain.

Who would marry a lunatic?

Despite the fruitless attempt, the highly respected Mr. Qin insisted on the marriage agreement.

He said it was an agreement he made with the deceased patriarch of the Song family, and that the spirit of the contract should be upheld.

Unless Song Beiyou is willing to give up the engagement.

Upon hearing this, the Song family hurriedly sent their steward, Uncle Chen, to fetch Song Beiyou.

Upon hearing the news, Qin Shuhao's mother, Duan Yuan, was so impatient that she rushed to see the person to cancel the engagement, which led to the scene just now.

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Song Beiyou walked out of the hotel without giving the butler, Uncle Chen, a second glance. He went straight to the Bentley, opened the door with a flourish, and got in.

Uncle Chen had originally intended to politely address her as "Miss," but Song Beiyou's smooth and effortless actions left him stunned.

Strangely enough, this young lady showed no signs of mental illness.

Before he picked her up, he was worried that she would talk nonsense, act foolishly, and behave strangely.

Out of fear, I hid two knives in the car before setting off, just in case.

I was shocked when I picked up the person.

Not only was she fair-skinned and charming, but her demeanor was also exceptionally refined and elegant, not only no different from the socialites and heiresses he usually met, but even surpassing them by several degrees.

She's incredibly aloof, and when you meet her eyes, it sends chills down your spine.

It’s just that!

I don't know if I'm just seeing things.

Perhaps he had been standing there in a daze for too long, the car window suddenly rolled down, and Song Beiyou peered out from inside, "Aren't you leaving?"

Uncle Chen quickly lifted his leg, got into the car, and fastened his seatbelt.

As the car started and the steering wheel was turned to head back towards the Song family's location, Song Beiyou in the back seat suddenly spoke up, "Let's go to the Duan Group."

"what?"

Uncle Chen suspected he was hallucinating. "Young Miss, were you just talking to me?"

Song Beiyou raised his eyes slightly and looked at the rearview mirror inside the car. "Hmm, Duan Group."

Uncle Chen gasped again, his face full of embarrassment, "No, Miss, you..."

this......

That place, this…”

They've lost their ability to speak.

The Duan Group is the territory of Duan Yao, the third master of the Duan family. They are business tycoons in Beijing and control most of China's economy.

What would a lunatic be doing there?

Taking photos and checking in?

Looking for a job?

Looking for a rich husband?

As he pondered this, his face turning pale, Song Beiyou suddenly kicked the back of his seat with his toe from behind.

It wasn't heavy, but a chilling sensation made Uncle Chen shudder.

This forced him to slam on the gas pedal the next second and head towards the Duan Group.

It's not far, just three or four traffic lights away.

The Song family's Bentley was parked steadily in front of the Duan Group's gate.

"Miss, we've arrived." Uncle Chen turned his head and looked at Song Beiyou.

Song Beiyou didn't look at him and pushed open the car door on her own.

But just as she was about to get out of the car, she paused and said, "Wait for me in the underground parking lot."

"Huh? For...?"

Before he could finish asking the question, Song Beiyou had already gotten out of the car and strode towards the main entrance of the Duan Group's business building.

All that was left for him was a tall, graceful silhouette.

The next second, as if possessed, Uncle Chen listened to Song Beiyou's words and drove the car to the underground parking lot.

.

Meanwhile, Song Beiyou had already reached the forefront of the Duan Group.

"Who are you looking for?"

The receptionist gave Song Beiyou a strange look and asked a question.

Song Beiyou remained expressionless. "Duan Yao."

The clerk immediately frowned; very few people addressed their Master Duan by his full name so directly.

The tone wasn't very friendly. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

This time, the clerk's reaction went beyond just a bad tone; she slammed the documents in her hand heavily onto the table.

His first words were full of sarcasm: "Go away, go away, I've seen plenty of women like you."

"Go to the hospital if you're sick, leave if you're not."

They all dreamed of climbing up to Master Duan and becoming phoenixes on a branch of a tree.

Wake up, being Cinderella isn't that easy.

"knock!"

Song Beiyou clenched his fist lightly and tapped it on the table, staring coldly at the clerk.

The clerk felt a jolt of fear and inexplicably panicked.

Before I could react, a man with an extremely powerful aura walked in through the door behind me.

He was surrounded by several bodyguards in suits, and walked with ease.

He possessed an exceptional air about him, dressed in a black bespoke suit, looking dashing and well-proportioned. His face was flawless, with a high nose bridge and bright, sparkling eyes.

With every step he took, he exuded the domineering presence of someone in a superior position, and a noble air that was unattainable for most.

As soon as the man appeared, everyone in the hall became visibly tense and bowed their heads respectfully.

The clerk in front of Song Beiyou was also earnest yet humble.

Seeing this, Song Beiyou slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Just then, the man looked up, and their eyes met.

In just a second, Song Beiyou blurted out, calling out to the man, "Duan Yao."