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9:15 PM.

The nightlife in Beijing is just beginning.

Duan Yao, dressed in a restrained and mysterious black suit and shirt, led Song Beiyou toward the back of Jinxiu Villa.

Just two hundred meters apart, a turn of the corner and you're in two completely different worlds.

Jinxiu Mountain Villa is quiet and peaceful, a place full of vitality and the warmth of everyday life.

It's not one of those chaotic open-air food stalls, but rather a commercial pedestrian street that has been uniformly planned and renovated.

Clean, tidy, and distinctive, the area boasts a wide variety of snack and restaurant options.

Mala Tang (spicy hot pot), Bo Bo Chicken, Stinky Tofu, Jianbing (Chinese crepes), Home-style Dishes, Bingfen (iced jelly), Xiangjiangbing (spicy pancakes), Milk Tea, Fruit Salad, Grilled Oysters, Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with soybean paste)...

There are also small restaurants, dessert shops, and cafes—everything you could want.

Song Beiyou was utterly astonished. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with starlight as she looked up at Duan Yao in disbelief.

I wondered what a wonderful place this was, it was no different from heaven.

Duan Yao saw her excitement and a smile played on his lips. "You like this kind of place?"

Song Beiyou nodded, "Mm."

Not one to waste her time internally, Su Jingxian had already put the matter of her earlier visit behind her, replacing it with a whole mind focused on food.

She still has that tranquil temperament, but you can feel the joy emanating from her.

As a result, Duan Yao also felt relieved.

He pointed to the sign at the end of the alley, "The barbecue stall is over there."

Song Beiyou hummed in agreement and continued following behind him.

Many people came and went, and upon seeing such a beautiful couple, they all turned their attention to them.

Everyone I've met has talked about it behind my back.

"Who are these two perfect couples? Could they be celebrities?"

"I'm a big fan of celebrities, and I can assure you these aren't real stars, but they're both better looking than many of the stars I've ever been a fan of."

"Don't you think you look familiar? It's like we've seen you somewhere before."

"Let's go, let's go, that guy doesn't look like someone to mess with."

I accidentally glanced at that woman a little too long; I hope he doesn't glare at me and scare me to death.

......

Yan Li, who was following behind, walked slowly and overheard everything they said, covering his mouth and chuckling to himself.

Soon, a husband and wife barbecue stall.

Duan Yao and Song Beiyou sat facing each other at the small round table.

Yan Li was right; he was indeed sitting on a small wooden stool, which was very low.

Song Beiyou, who is 1.7 meters tall, has no problem sitting down; it's just right.

Duan Yao felt a little "frustrated," as his long legs had nowhere to go.

Yan Li, as always, was perceptive and set up a table by himself near the entrance.

Perhaps because it was at the end of the alley and it was a weekday, the barbecue stall wasn't as crowded as I'd expected.

Soon, the proprietress brought out various meat and vegetable skewers, sizzling with oil and sprinkled with cumin and scallions.

The aroma wafted into Song Beiyou's nostrils, making her anticipate what was to come.

Despite this, she did not disregard table manners, but instead looked at Duan Yao first.

I didn't call his name, I just looked at him.

Which mentally and physically healthy young adult can withstand such expectant gazes?

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He picked up a skewer of beef and handed it to her. "Eat up."

Song Beiyou's eyes and brows sparkled like stars.

I have another good impression of Duan Yao: a gentleman.

She stretched out her slender fingers and took the beef skewer from his hand.

As he took the food, he caught a glimpse of Yan Li outside and asked Duan Yao, "You ordered so much, why didn't you let your colleague join us?"

Duan Yao: "He's shy and likes to be alone."

Song Beiyou nodded to indicate that he understood; some people are indeed socially anxious.

Yan Li, who was labeled as "socially awkward and shy," happily picked up the skewers in front of him and exclaimed, "Wow, they smell so good!"

It would be even better if someone came along, we could have an ice-cold beer and chat!

It's a pity that the working class's soul is always tied to their jobs!

I work as an assistant during the workday and as a driver after get off work.

The boss told him to go east, but he dared not go west.

But this Miss Song is really interesting. Most ladies from respectable families would never eat at such a small street-side shop.

No wealthy heiress would indulge in skewers to her heart's content.

She, on the other hand, showed no sign of pretense or timidity in front of their Third Master, and could even interact with him in a particularly open and genuine way.

It's just that they're with Jia Buxiu, sigh~

However, since neither of them is married, the future is uncertain. Hopefully, their Third Master Duan will still have a chance.

In half an hour, Song Beiyou and Duan Yao finished off a whole pile of kebabs.

No, to be precise, it was eaten by Song Beiyou.

Despite how quickly time passed, Song Beiyou ate with remarkable grace and elegance, her casual demeanor complementing her refined and graceful movements.

Even if there's just a tiny bit of oil on the corner of her mouth, she'll notice it immediately and naturally wipe it off with a tissue.

They'll also share with you which ones are delicious and which ones are a little overcooked.

This is completely different from her previous somewhat aloof image.

After finishing her meal, she picked up her phone without a second thought and scanned the QR code on the table. "Hmm? You paid the bill?"

That's not right, she didn't see Duan Yao pick up his phone the whole time.

Duan Yao glanced at Yan Li, a migrant worker outside, and said, "He bought it."

"Then I..."

Before Song Beiyou could say anything more, Duan Yao interrupted her, "Let's go back, I have something urgent to attend to."

"Okay." Song Beiyou believed him, knowing that Duan Yao was extremely busy, and got up to leave.

Little did they know, Duan Yao's lie was just a "little lie".

He had no reason to let the girl pay the bill.

The wind was howling, and a light rain began to fall on the way back.

Fortunately, the journey wasn't long, and we were back at Jinxiu Villa in no time.

......

at the same time.

A high-end luxury hotel in Beijing.

Song Nanwan appeared here dressed in a youthful and beautiful manner.

She shouldn't have gone out during this time, but Qin Shu couldn't stop her from sending him a message saying he missed her.

That's why I couldn't wait to come out.

She took the hotel elevator straight up to the presidential suite on the top floor.

There was a bandage wrapped around his wrist, which looked like it was from a wrist cut, but not a drop of blood was drawn; it was just a broken skin.

I arrived at room 888 exactly as indicated in the information.

She pressed the elevator button, and a moment later, Qin Shuhao opened the door with bloodshot eyes.

"Why is it you?" A hint of disdain appeared on Qin Shuhao's face.

There was also a different kind of longing.

Song Nanwan didn't quite understand, but she still smiled and stepped forward, "Brother Shuhao, didn't you ask me to come out?"

As she said this, she skillfully took Qin Shuhao's arm.

With that, Qin Shuhao immediately transformed, hugging Song Nanwan tightly.

Qin Shuhao was drugged, but he didn't know how he got it; anyway, he felt hot all over right now.

We've been waiting for the doctor to come and help him.

Unexpectedly, instead of the doctor, they were greeted by Song Nanwan, who was dressed in such a flamboyant manner.

Now, what self-control is left?

Song Nanwan was unaware of Qin Shuhao's Chinese medicine, only knowing that she was overjoyed by his hug.

After all, the exposure of Song Beiyou's academic background and identity in the past two days has caused too much harm, and she once thought that Qin Shuhao would regret breaking off the engagement.

I never expected this!

That's why she was being unusually proactive at that moment.

One took the initiative, the other used traditional Chinese medicine; soon, indescribable sounds emanated from the presidential suite.

Then, there was a knock on the door, and a group of people rushed in, shouting, "Don't move! We're investigating prostitution!"