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

"what?!"

Song Nanwan was struck dumb, and she abruptly stood up from her seat.

Those tears were incredible; they just came out of nowhere.

Su Jingxian quickly withdrew her hand from Song Beiyou's shoulder and took two quick steps to Song Nanwan's side. "Beiyou?"

The fierceness that Madam Song had suppressed resurfaced.

He slammed the string of Buddhist prayer beads on the coffee table. "What do you mean by this?"

Why don't you want to call off the engagement?

Everyone was in a hurry and impatient state.

Dudu, Song Beiyou crossed her legs and became unrestrained, "The literal meaning is that I don't want to break off the engagement, and I want to fulfill the marriage contract with my estranged fiancé."

She was actually unaware of this marriage agreement.

I never pay attention to this kind of messy stuff.

However, it all started with Duan Yuan, who had just arrived in the capital and inexplicably met her and handed her a check for ten million yuan.

Since returning to the Song family, no one has cared about her feelings; they've only been concerned with the marriage agreement. She's heartbroken.

so!

Song Beiyou just wanted to play around with this so-called marriage contract.

I wanted to scare them!

She was truly frightened; large tears streamed down Song Nanwan's face as she cried, looking utterly pitiful.

Su Jingxian felt extremely distressed. "Bei You, Bei You, are you serious?"

Look at your sister.

Oh dear, Wanwan…

This scene was quite jarring, and Song Beiyou inwardly scoffed at it.

The next second, Madam Song stood up, leaning on her cane, and looked down at Song Beiyou.

Then, she spoke, deliberately lowering her voice, "Bei You, don't blame Grandma for speaking harshly."

What will you use to fulfill that marriage agreement?

You are indeed good-looking, but you have absolutely no education or respectable social standing!

The Qin family is a top-tier prestigious family, and countless eyes are watching them.

What if your past history of mental illness is exposed if you insist on going ahead with it?

That concludes my remarks.

Madam Song, Su Jingxian, and Song Nanwan were all waiting to see Song Beiyou's reaction.

She calmly raised her head and glanced at the three people standing in front of her.

The scene seemed quite eerie to Butler Chen.

Why does it feel like I'm paying homage to Her Majesty the Empress?

The next moment, Her Majesty Song Beiyou said, "Don't you know whether I have mental problems or not?"

Especially you, Grandma!

Um? "

The last word was drawn out for a very long time.

Old Madam Song was startled, and her heart trembled inexplicably.

Back then, Song Beiyou went to several mental hospitals, but none of them were willing to admit him.

The test results all said there was no problem.

Madam Song had ulterior motives. The fortune teller said that Song Beiyou was a jinx who would bring misfortune to the Song family, and that he had to be sent away.

Whether or not someone has mental problems is secondary; that's just a pretext. The real issue is whether they are a jinx.

In the end, she swallowed her pride, spent a lot of money, and pulled many strings to get Song Beiyou thrown into the Qingshui River.

As the past was brought up, a hint of guilt flashed deep in Madam Song's eyes.

However, old ginger is still spicier.

She suddenly smiled and dismissed it, "Alright then."

Bei You, look at me.

Grandma, that's not right. You just got back; you should have rested properly first.

Jingxian took Beiyou back to her room to wash up.

"We'll have dinner together as a family when Hean comes back."

When the old lady speaks, no one dares to disobey.

Su Jingxian released Song Nanwan's hand and said somewhat nervously, "Beiyou, come on, Mom will take you back to your room to rest."

Song Beiyou withdrew her eyes from the old lady and looked at her mother, "Okay."

She ignored everything else, took the small suitcase belonging to her from Uncle Chen, and followed Su Jingxian upstairs.

Song Nanwan was still standing there, her hands, which she had been rubbing together, were about to turn red from being squeezed.

My mind was filled with nothing but Song Beiyou's words, "I don't plan to break off the engagement."

Helpless, all she could do was look at Old Madam Song as Song Beiyou and her mother disappeared at the end of the stairs, and say, "Grandma."

My sister?

What should I do if they really refuse to call off the engagement?

Madam Song gently tapped her cane. "Calm down."

She must be able to bear this marriage contract.

After saying this, she raised her hand and summoned her personal maid, "Li Ma, go and investigate Song Beiyou's situation in Qingshuihe over the years."

In that brief encounter, I realized that Song Beiyou's words and actions did not seem like those of someone who had just come out of a mental hospital.

Li Ma: "Yes."

Song Nanwan finally felt a little better.

He turned around, a dark undercurrent immediately flashing across his face.

"Sister, I'll give you anything."

But Jeremy Lin is the only exception!

......

The second floor.

Su Jingxian led Song Beiyou to the room.

The room's location hasn't changed; it's still the same location, the same size, and the same decor as I remember.

It turns out that Song Nanwan used to live next door to her, but things have changed now.

It looks like it's turned into a storage room?

It really is.

As Su Jingxian walked over to help her open the curtains, she said, "Your sister has learned a lot of musical instruments over the years, and she's grown up and loves to dress up."

The room next door was too small to fit all her things, so we moved her to the south-facing room on the third floor.

That room was more than three times bigger than her old one, and it fit perfectly.

They were having a great time talking, completely disregarding Song Beiyou's feelings.

Song Beiyou put down the duffel bag containing only a few sets of clothes and stood by the bed looking out the window.

"Oh, that's alright."

At this moment, Su Jingxian walked over, took her hand, and said, "Bei You."

Have you ever complained about your mother over the years?

Have you ever complained that your mother didn't visit you or call you?

In Song Beiyou's heart, there was!

Apart from the basic living expenses that appeared in her account on time every month, Su Jingxian had not appeared for 13 years.

But she wanted to pretend, so she smiled confidently and said, "No."

"Mom's busy."

Su Jingxian was almost moved to tears.

He reached out and touched Song Beiyou's face. "Good boy, so good."

Mom will make it up to you later.

"Okay." Song Beiyou smiled, but her heart grew colder and colder.

She urged them to leave, saying, "I want to rest for a while."

.

moment.

The door was closed.

Song Beiyou was alone in the room.

The scene that followed was predictable.

She looked around the room again, then slowly sat down on the small sofa by the bed and closed her eyes to rest.

A few minutes later, a rapid cell phone vibration sounded in her pocket.

Song Beiyou opened his eyes.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and answered, "Hello."

A cheerful male voice came from the other end of the phone, "Youyou!"

My dear Youyou.....

My grandfather told me you went back to the Song family?

He is Jia Buxiu, the grandson of Jia Xiuping, a master of Chinese studies, and a well-known young nobleman in Beijing.

He frequently visits his grandfather in Qingshuihe.

He was Song Beiyou's only companion after he was sent to the mental hospital.

"Mmm," Song Beiyou responded, then closed her eyes again.

However, before she could even close her eyes for a second, Jia Buxiu burst out again, "Let me tell you, Youyou, you can do whatever you want in the Song family, don't worry about whether they are your father, mother, or grandmother."

If they upset you, just tell me, and I'll be there right away with my slippers and beat them to a pulp!

"In the capital, apart from Duan Yao, there's nothing I, Jia Buxiu, am afraid of."

Song Beiyou sighed and moved the receiver away in disgust.

However, Jia Buxiu, still talkative and protective of his own, said, "I've inquired, and your own sister is a total green tea b*tch."

She poses and preens all day long, relying on her looks and a little talent to attract a lot of brainless fans by appearing on a small variety show.

Then, relying on his slight fame, he spent all his time hanging around in front of Qin Shuhao, this rich kid.

They actually started flirting around, and they were inseparable in public.

But it's not bad, a green tea b*tch and a rich young master, even a dog passing by would praise them as a perfect match.

Right? "

"Mmm," Song Beiyou responded cooperatively.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Jia Buxiu ask her, "Do you know someone named Qin Shuhao?"

Song Beiyou shifted his sitting posture. "I don't know him."

She paused, then said nonchalantly, "But I heard he's my fiancé."

Jia Buxiu fell silent instantly on the other end of the phone.

After a long pause, he finally blurted out, "Holy crap!"

He instantly understood why the Song family had taken Song Beiyou back at this time: "Even when you were sent to northern Myanmar, people treated you with utmost sincerity, but the Song family ignored you for thirteen years."

I thought I had a change of heart and took you home, but I never expected you had ulterior motives?

So you're asking me to break off the engagement so your sister can have her, right?

Refund my ass!

"Play them to death before you back down!"

They truly are great partners; they share the same insights.

Song Beiyou didn't hang up the phone and let him talk.

I walked to the window and gazed into the distance.

The weather was not good; the sky was covered with dark clouds.

As Song Beiyou gazed at the celestial phenomena, his eyes gradually darkened, and he murmured, "Dark clouds press down on the city, Mars guards the heart."

The Song family, you have disappointed me time and time again.