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It was 9 p.m., and it was dark, so it was easier to get things done.

Like a flying acrobat, Song Beiyou landed steadily on the first floor with the help of ropes.

Immediately afterwards, he tightened the rope in his hand, glanced up at the direction of his room, and ran towards the back gate of the community without looking back.

About 100 meters from the back gate, behind the jungle, a very ordinary private car was parked.

Song Beiyou glanced at it and quickened his pace in its direction.

Upon arrival, he opened the car door, climbed in, and smoothly fastened his seatbelt. "Let's go."

The person in the driver's seat was Jia Buxiu, visibly excited, shouting, "Go go go!"

Song Beiyou fastened his seatbelt. "What about the things I told you to buy?"

Jia Buxiu stepped on the gas pedal, "It's in the bag under your feet."

No, why are you buying birth control pills?

"Is this what you wanted, or did someone else...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Beiyou put the birth control pill in his mouth and poured in mineral water.

"Fuck!"

At this moment, Jia Buxiu's expression of seeing a ghost appeared.

Instead of slowing down, he stepped on the gas and cursed, "Which bastard bullied a girl and didn't even take care of her and prepare any safety measures?"

Don't tell me it's Duan Yao, the Third Master Duan, right?

How could he do this? With all his wealth, he can't possibly not even afford a condom, can he?

Song Beiyou and Jia Buxiu are so close that they can be like brothers or best friends.

So much so that his words didn't embarrass her at all; "Grandma said I can't wear it."

We must treat each other with sincerity.

Jia Buxiu's mouth was so big that a goose egg could fit inside.

It completely shocked his worldview; he simply couldn't accept such an overly open fact.

He started stammering, "So, so you?"

Song Beiyou: "I listen to what Grandma Long said, and of course, that's what it says in the book too."

Then Duan Yao listened to me.

whee."

That last "hehe" made Jia Buxiu shudder. "Tsk tsk tsk, what's with this stinky, lovey-dovey smell?"

Song Beiyou, "Really?"

Jia Buxiu: "It's a must."

But I doubt you can find many people who, like you guys, go out every three days after starting a relationship... right?

Jia Buxiu was too embarrassed to say the middle word aloud, so he used lip reading: "炮" (pao).

Song Beiyou slightly parted her lips, but didn't speak.

I wonder if Duan Yao has discovered that she left.

......

At Jinxiu Mountain Villa, Duan Yao returned to his guest room and dried the mattress before making the bed.

The sight of the dignified Third Master Duan making his bed would leave anyone speechless with astonishment.

Whose domineering CEO makes his own bed?

After finishing the work, Yan Dong sent a message: "Sir, the food cabinet is placed at Miss Song's door. Don't forget to come out and get it when you see this message."

Everything was prepared according to your instructions.

It was a late-night snack that Duan Yao had instructed Yan Dong to prepare.

Song Beiyou hadn't eaten much all day; he must be hungry.

Duan Yao quickly changed into clean clothes and left the guest room to get the food cabinet by the door.

As she stepped out of the guest room, she glanced back at Song Beiyou's room.

There was no suspicion, a smile played on her lips, but for a moment her heart skipped a beat.

Without much thought, I continued forward and retrieved the food prepared for the harsh winter.

The food display case was labeled as belonging to Huangyuan, the most prestigious Cantonese restaurant in Beijing. It was extremely difficult to book a meal at this time without special means.

Duan Yao put his heart into it.

He took out the food items one by one and placed them on the dining table.

They really prepared a lot, including beef congee, shrimp dumplings, chicken feet, shumai, millet cake, steamed ribs, spring rolls, green vegetables, and more than a dozen other dishes.

After arranging everything, Duan Yao went to knock on Song Beiyou's door.

Knock, knock, knock three times.

"Let's go out and get something to eat," he said in a gentle voice.

There wasn't a sound coming from inside.

Duan Yao showed no emotional change and gently knocked on the door again, "Youyou, Youyou."

After being called twice, Duan Yao's expression turned strange, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, said, "I'm coming in," and opened the door.

The door was unlocked, and apart from the blankets on the bed being exactly as they were when the bed was opened, the room was empty.

The room's windows were wide open, and the wind was blowing in from outside, causing the curtains to roll up and down.

Duan Yao's entire demeanor changed drastically at that moment, becoming low and somber, yet it was hard to tell whether he was angry or not.

There's a sense of frustration, like wanting to do something but not being able to.

My mind went blank, and for the first time in my life, I felt sad and helpless.

He sighed, and then a piece of paper on the bedside table caught his eye.

From where he was standing, he could clearly see several black characters written on the paper.

Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward and picked up the paper.

It was a message from Song Beiyou to her.

Duan Yao, my bro!

The handwriting speaks volumes about the person.

I have something urgent to take care of, I'll be right back.

Please forgive my sudden departure; please don't worry about me during this time!

Thank you for your wonderful cooperation last night. I like you. See you next time!

Song Beiyou

That's all the text on the paper. That's all.

Duan Yao was already feeling helpless, but when he saw these words, he felt even more helpless and speechless.

He treated her as his girlfriend, as his intimate lover.

But she treated him like a brother?

Fortunately, she later said she liked him, which salvaged the situation a bit.

But he's gone, what's the use of all this? To comfort him?

Immediately, he folded the paper, put it in his pocket, and called Yan Li and Yan Dong to come over as soon as possible.

A moment later, in Song Beiyou's living room, Duan Yao sat on the sofa with a dark face, as if someone owed him money.

Yan Li, Yan Yandong, and Yan Dong stood aside, not daring to breathe.

The three exchanged glances and shook their heads, indicating they didn't know what was going on.

After a long silence, Duan Yao asked Yan Yandong with a questioning look, "How did you guard it?"

"You couldn't even stop a grown person from slipping right under your nose?"

Duan Yao was also feeling aggrieved and started to complain.

The three of them only realized it belatedly.

Given the situation, Yan Dong dared to ask, "Third Master, did Miss Song run away?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because once he did, the pressure emanating from Duan Yao became even more terrifying, as if he was about to overturn the table.

Yan Dong was certain, "Then why don't we look for it? Check the security footage."

After saying that, she realized that the surveillance was useless. If Song Beiyou really wanted to leave, she would definitely deal with the loopholes left in the surveillance very carefully.

Yan Li, being more astute, sensed something was amiss. "Third Master, is there anything you wish to instruct me to do?"

Duan Yao finally calmed down and, after careful consideration, said, "Since she has something to do and is leaving, let's respect her decision."

However, that doesn't mean I don't want to know if she's doing well in private. I asked Duan Jiajun to secretly find out who she went to see in the past few days.

Also, see if Jia Buxiu is with her.

Duan Jiajun is an elite team that Duan Yao privately cultivated.

Yan Li nodded. "Yes."

After answering, Yan Li asked again, "Third Master, what about the Duan family? Duan Yuetian has colluded with the Bai family."

A major event is expected at the shareholders' meeting three days from now.

Duan Yao said, "Give Duan Yuetian three more days to live well."