Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

The surroundings fell silent after that shout.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned their gazes toward Song Beiyou.

I want to see which arrogant woman dares to address Master Duan by his full name.

Upon closer inspection, they saw a stunningly beautiful stranger at the front desk.

Presumably, that bold address just now came from this person.

Duan Yao's assistant, Yan Li, broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought to myself, "It's over!"

died!

My salary is going to be docked!

The woman in front of me is definitely the same kind of vulgar woman who wants to climb the social ladder, just like before.

Instantly, he glared at the receptionist, trying to get her to resolve the issue.

The clerk's legs were already weak.

Help!

this......

To make matters worse, their Third Master Duan arrived so early today.

He quickly bowed and nodded, "I'm so sorry!"

"Third Master, I'll call security right away."

The atmosphere was even more somber than before.

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining unchanged despite the somber mood.

The next second, as several security guards rushed toward her, she took a small object out of her coat pocket.

The next second, she threw the little thing in an arc towards Duan Yao, saying, "Old Jia gave it to me."

Catch it.

They threw it incredibly fast, catching people off guard.

Anyone who saw this scene would turn green with rage.

Who knows!

Just as the little thing was about to hit Duan Yao's handsome face, he raised his hand and easily caught it.

Clench it tightly in your palm.

Then, two unprecedented words escaped his lips: "Thanks."

Song Beiyou curled her lips slightly. "How do I get to the underground parking lot?"

Duan Yao turned to the side and pointed with his long, slender finger to his private elevator, "You can get off there."

Song Beiyou nodded, and now it was her turn. "Thanks."

As soon as the words left his lips, he walked straight towards the president's private elevator, right in front of the already petrified onlookers.

He disappeared from everyone's sight.

Only after the private elevator descended and then rose back to its original position did Duan Yao begin to walk.

Assistant Yan Li was originally a member of the petrochemical company. Seeing his master leave, he quickly followed.

Duan Yao has left, but the deathly silence in the lobby on the first floor continues to spread.

Everyone looked like they'd seen a ghost.

Until, suddenly a strong wind blew up outside.

Hail fell, a rare occurrence for this time of year.

"Clang!"

The sound was quite loud.

The alarms of private cars parked in the open-air parking lot went off.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Yes, the windshield even had small holes smashed in it.

The commotion was so loud that everyone in the lobby finally came to their senses.

The receptionist immediately knelt down, her entire body braced against the counter.

I was so scared I peed my pants!

That woman knew their family's Third Master Duan.

How to do?

She was just mocking someone.

Their relationship seems quite close, otherwise why would Master Duan so generously give him his presidential elevator?

And he was all smiles and pleasantries towards them.

This has never been seen before.

Who exactly is she? What is her relationship with Master Duan?

.

Yan Li, the chief assistant of the Duan Group, had the same question.

He followed behind Duan Yao, his curiosity emboldening him to step forward and ask, "Third Master, who was that young lady just now?"

I've never seen this before.

Duan Yao walked with ease, glancing at Yan Li.

Yan Li immediately shrank back, realizing he had overstepped his bounds and shouldn't have said anything.

However, after taking only two steps, Duan Yao said, "I don't know him."

Yan Li, “???”

Believe him!

I didn't know him to treat people so differently.

Thinking about it, he heard Duan Yao's voice slowly say, "Jia Xiuping's fellow patient."

Last night, Jia Xiuping called him and asked his fellow patient to bring him some things.

Yan Li, "Old Jia Xiuping?"

The master of Chinese studies who was sent to the Qingshuihe Mental Sanatorium?

Fellow patient, then that young lady isn't...?"

Neuropathy?

Duan Yao gave a cold laugh and remained silent.

Qingshuihe Mental Sanatorium is no ordinary place.

Those who don't know the place might think it's a mental sanatorium, but in reality, it's full of people who can command the world.

They were simply tired of the world and wanted to go back to their original intentions.

I just don't know what was going on with that woman just now?

He doesn't look very old.

"interesting!"

A remark that seemed out of place for Duan Yao's status came out of his mouth.

Yan Li inwardly exclaimed, "Wow!"

Today has completely shattered his worldview.

However, one thing is certain: that beautiful young lady from earlier was definitely not simple.

.

at that time.

The underground parking lot of the Duan Group.

It was huge, with private cars stretching as far as the eye could see.

Song Beiyou only asked Uncle Chen to wait for her in the parking lot, but did not say where to wait.

However, she wasn't in a hurry at all, and strolled along at a leisurely pace.

I walked less than ten meters.

Then Uncle Chen came bounding over, grinning like a big-mouthed monkey.

She jumped around and grinned, "Young Miss, Young Miss."

Here, I'm here...

This enthusiasm was a stark contrast to the sour look on Song Beiyou's face when they first met.

Song Beiyou put his hands in his pockets, wanting to say "Back to the Song family."

But Uncle Chen beat him to it, excitedly exclaiming, "Oh my, my young lady!"

You are truly my second parents.

It's hailing outside.

If you hadn't asked me to wait for you in the parking lot, our car would have been smashed to pieces.

That's a Bentley! If it gets damaged, I can't afford to pay for it; I'm just a working-class person.

Song Beiyou gave a slight smile, "Are the Song family really that stingy?"

Should workers also be compensated for damages caused by natural disasters?

Uncle Chen stammered for a moment, "Well, this..."

The answer was obvious even before the words were fully spoken.

The smile on Song Beiyou's lips widened further. "Let's go."

Uncle Chen's attitude towards Song Beiyou underwent a complete 180-degree change: "Alright!"

He followed Song Beiyou and started chattering, "Miss, did you know in advance that it would hail?"

Have you checked the weather forecast?

Wait a minute, the weather forecast for today is sunny turning cloudy.

Moreover, the news reported that this was an unexpected hailstorm, which came fiercely and went away quickly.

So, young lady, you can observe celestial phenomena?

Song Beiyou, unable to bear the chatterbox, quickened his pace.

......

at this time.

Huafuyuan.

A well-known luxury residential area in Beijing.

The Song family's villa is located in this Huafuyuan.

Moreover, it's the most luxurious and grand one.

In the courtyard, several servants were cleaning up the mess left by the hail.

Inside the villa, under the dazzling crystal chandelier, the hostess, Su Jingxian, was on the phone.

She spoke gently and kindly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Yes, yes, yes."

I'm sorry, Madam Qin, Bei You hasn't returned yet.

I'll definitely talk to her properly later, and make sure she apologizes to you in person.

Madam Qin, Duan Yuan, was probably still angry. "Jingxian, I, Duan Yuan, absolutely cannot accept that my future daughter-in-law has mental problems."

You are Song Beiyou's biological mother. No matter what, you must make her break off the engagement.

Otherwise, as you know, my younger brother is Duan Yao, and I will handle this in my own way.

Su Jingxian's exquisite makeup couldn't hide the worry on her face. "Don't worry!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Su Jingxian sighed and looked at the sofa, "Mom."

Grandma Song sat in the main seat, her prayer beads twirling around her, her expression solemn.

Beside her sat a young woman dressed in an extremely ladylike manner.

The woman had delicate features, slightly red eyes, and was clutching a tissue she had used to wipe away tears.

She is Song Nanwan, Song Beiyou's fraternal twin sister.

Grandma Song glanced at her and continued to fiddle with the prayer beads in her hands. "Nanwan, don't cry."

You are the daughter of the Song family, the campus belle of the Imperial University, and the top star of your dance major, yet you shed tears because of a madman.

is it necessary? "