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Duan Yu, the "tool person," eventually caught up with them.

I watched enviously as they added each other on WeChat.

At that moment, Duan Yu felt envious.

It should be noted that he still hasn't been able to add Song Beiyou on WeChat, and their contact is limited to the time when they have classes at school.

It has to be said that his grandmother is quite shrewd; she managed to get his WeChat ID in no time.

Song Beiyou wasn't the type to give out WeChat IDs casually, but the old lady was genuinely warm and made her feel very comfortable.

Then let's add it.

Who could resist a lovely and fun-loving old lady?

At this point, the two were already true WeChat friends.

Madam Duan's WeChat profile picture is no different from that of any other elderly person—a sunflower.

The name is simple and straightforward, just four characters: "Duan Yao's mother".

This made Song Beiyou's lips curl into a smile again.

Compared to Madam Duan's sunflower profile picture, Song Beiyou's profile picture appeared rather dark.

It was completely dark, nothing else.

His WeChat ID is his real name, Song Beiyou.

Madam Duan had intended to make a note for her, but seeing this name made things easier.

It was this profile picture that made her heart clench.

A bottomless abyss, where life has no color whatsoever.

No!

She's so young, with so many wonderful years ahead of her. How can she just let things turn so dark?

At that moment, Madam Duan made a decision: Lan Feifei would give Song Beiyou the warmth he couldn't feel in the Song family.

Song Beiyou's WeChat profile picture was just something she uploaded casually, aiming for simplicity. If she knew that Old Madam Duan would interpret her WeChat profile picture in such a complicated way, she would be both amused and exasperated.

The group walked down the stairs, out of the teaching building, and headed towards the parking lot.

Actually, Song Beiyou felt it was inappropriate to have a meal together on their first meeting, but he couldn't refuse the hospitality.

She even got into Song Beiyou's car and sat in the passenger seat.

He ostensibly helped Song Beiyou with directions, but in reality, he was afraid she would run away in embarrassment.

Song Beiyou gave in and, after instructing Madam Duan to fasten her seatbelt, started the car.

Madam Duan pointed to the car next to her, "Follow Duan Yu and Aunt Yan's car, it's not far."

Song Beiyou nodded, "Okay."

After responding, she slowly released the brake and steadily pressed the accelerator, closely following behind Duan Yu and the others.

Soon, the car drove out of Imperial University and onto the main road outside the school.

While Song Beiyou was driving, Old Madam Duan stopped chatting with her and focused on taking selfies.

She took selfies from various angles, and as she did so, she asked Song Beiyou in the driver's seat, "Youyou, would you mind if I took a selfie with you?"

"It's alright, you drive, safety first. I'll handle the rest."

Song Beiyou relaxed and said, "I don't mind, go ahead and take the picture."

They've already become so friendly with her, calling her Youyou, how could I not take pictures of her?

Madam Duan smiled as brightly as her WeChat profile picture, "I knew it, our Youyou is the best."

Immediately afterwards, there were more photos of her posing with Song Beiyou from various angles.

As they approached the private restaurant, Madam Duan selected nine selfies with Song Beiyou.

Editor's note: [Youyou, whom I clicked with at first sight, is naturally beautiful even without a beauty filter!]

I specifically tagged Duan Yao, blocked Duan Yuan's family, and clicked send.

Then, I put my phone away and waited patiently until we reached our destination to take Song Beiyou off the bus.

On the way there, Aunt Yan had already made arrangements with the owner of the private restaurant. As soon as the car arrived, she saw the very enthusiastic owner waiting at the door.

The private restaurant was simple and down-to-earth; it didn't look like the kind of place wealthy people would frequent.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Madam Duan got out of the car, she started exchanging pleasantries with the owner of the restaurant, accompanied by Song Beiyou.

"Boss, I brought a little kid to try your cooking. You'd better show us your best skills today."

The owners were a smiling couple. They looked at Old Madam Duan and then at Song Beiyou, and said, "Definitely, definitely."

A private room has been prepared for you, Madam. Please come in.

A moment later, the owner and his wife brought out a table full of dishes.

This unassuming private restaurant serves dishes that are anything but ordinary; you can tell at a glance that they are a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Delicious food can heal the soul, and Song Beiyou was in an unusually good mood.

The gloom that Qin siblings felt when they appeared that morning has long been forgotten, replaced by a head full of delicious food.

Madam Duan remained as hospitable as ever, constantly serving food to Song Beiyou.

"Try this, it's their signature dish."

And these sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious.

This roast chicken is also good. Come on, eat more and you'll gain weight.

Duan Yu, don't just eat vegetables, eat some more white rice...

Duan Yu, who was about to pick up a chicken leg, heard this and silently put down his chopsticks.

No, why does it feel like his status in the family has slipped again?

Feeling the warmth from Madam Duan, Song Beiyou felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Yes, that's still the truth.

Apart from Duan Yuan, everyone in the Duan family is doing well.

The old lady Duan, Duan Yu, and even the third master Duan Yao all gave her this feeling.

The lunch, filled with a warm atmosphere and overflowing with love, came to an end.

After the meal, with Madam Duan feeling reluctant to part, Song Beiyou drove back to Jinxiu Villa alone.

Madam Duan only suggested going home when Song Beiyou's car was out of sight.

On the way back, she sat next to Duan Yu, constantly looking through all the photos on her phone, including those taken together and those taken secretly of Song Beiyou.

The more you look, the more obvious the smile at the corners of his mouth becomes.

When she saw the package, she even showed it to Duan Yu, saying, "Look, isn't your future aunt alright?"

Duan Yu had long accepted the fact that his uncle had taken a liking to his benefactor, but he still felt particularly awkward when his grandmother called her "aunt."

She hurriedly said, "No, Grandma, how can you be so sure that Song Beiyou is my future aunt?"

How old is she? How old is my uncle?

If I do the math, the two are about 7 or 8 years apart; my uncle is definitely an old cow eating young grass.

Besides, Song Beiyou doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's easy to win over, so I think my uncle's chances are slim.

So please stop calling me "future auntie" all the time.

As soon as he finished speaking, his little head was slapped by Old Madam Duan.

"Hey kid, these days it's common for people to be 7 or 8 years apart!"

I'm warning you, your uncle has finally shown signs of liking someone, and you can only support him but not complain, or I'll hold you responsible.

Your only responsibility is to protect Song Beiyou at Imperial University; don't cause any trouble elsewhere.