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Madam Song's room.

After Li Ma had someone thoroughly investigate Song Beiyou, she returned.

"Old lady."

Madam Song held a cup of hot tea in her hand, took an elegant sip, and asked, "How is it?"

Aunt Li said, "There's nothing special about it."

These past few years, the young lady has been going to bed early and waking up early every day in the mental health sanatorium.

Their activity area was limited to the courtyard; they didn't go anywhere else.

All I do all day is play chess, sing songs, gossip, and watch TV dramas with those old lunatics inside.

Madam Song felt much relieved. "Alright then."

It seemed like she was worrying too much.

The composure he displayed was probably a symptom of prolonged confinement.

"Go ask Beiyou what she likes to eat and have the kitchen prepare it."

She's just a child; if you treat her well, you'll gradually grow closer to her.

"okay."

......

As night fell, a sudden downpour began.

The torrential rain soaked the capital city and blurred the view.

The president's office of the Duan Group.

Standing in front of the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, Duan Yao held his phone in one hand and had the other hand in his pocket.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a section of healthy and strong arms.

Unlike his usual arrogant demeanor, he now exuded a more gentle and refined air.

Listen patiently to the voice on the other end of the phone, "Duan Yao, did my young friend bring you the seal today?"

Duan Yao looked at the exquisitely carved seal on the desk. "Yes."

Old Jia's skills are becoming more and more exquisite.

The seals carved by Jia Xiuping are not only priceless, but also unattainable for ordinary people.

"Hahahaha." Jia Xiuping sent a string of laughter. "Duan Yao, to be honest, this seal wasn't made by me."

It was carved by that young friend today.

"Oh?"

Duan Yao paused for a moment, then asked, "Who is she?"

Jia Xiuping, "a pitiful little wretch without the love of his parents."

Duan Yao: "Both Mom and Dad are dead?"

Jia Xiuping: "I guess so."

Anyway, all these years, we old folks have raised them with tears and snot all the way up.

After a pause, she added, "She recognized you at a glance today, didn't she?"

Duan Yao thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to make sense. "Hmm."

Jia Xiuping chuckled, "This kid is really something."

I told her she was the most handsome girl in the crowd, and she really got it.

Upon hearing this, Duan Yao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why do I feel a strange sense of secret joy?

......

After hanging up the phone, I picked up the personal seal on my desk and examined it carefully, feeling even more impressed by its exquisite craftsmanship.

Just then, he received a phone call.

The screen showed that the caller was the eldest sister, Duan Yuan.

Duan Yao glanced at it, his expression turning indifferent.

Instead of answering immediately, he slowly sat down on the business chair before picking up his phone.

As soon as the call connected, Duan Yuan got straight to the point, "Ayao, you're Shuhao's uncle, can you help him out?"

Find some time to meet my stubborn old man? You're the younger generation he admires most.

That damned engagement...

Duan Yuan is always talkative, chattering on and on like a little whistle.

Duan Yao placed his phone directly on the table, turned on the speaker, and continued to admire the private seal.

Then, Duan Yuan sent a message, "Ayao, did you hear that?"

Duan Yuan's tone was actually quite gentle, but she was still somewhat wary of her younger brother, Duan Yao.

However, Duan Yao was not so easygoing.

He let out a cold snort the moment Duan Yuan stopped, "Ha! Qin Shuhao is 20 this year, isn't he?"

She's only 7 years younger than me.

The same age as Duan Yu.

What? You're planning to clean up his messes for the rest of your life?

"That's a bit harsh," Duan Yuan said. "Ah Yao, no, he's busy with his studies."

Duan Yao: "I was only 19 years old when I took over the Duan family business."

Duan Yuan was speechless for a moment.

Duan Yao followed up with a cold laugh, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, "Let him handle it himself!"

.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

It felt like the entire capital city was about to be submerged.

Song Beiyou had already been called down and sat around the dining table with Madam Song, Su Jingxian, and Song Nanwan.

In front of me was a large table of sumptuous food.

However, it cannot be moved.

Song Beiyou's biological father, Song He'an, and his younger brother, Song Dongyang, have not yet returned.

Su Jingxian looked outside and said, "No, this rain is too much!"

"Heran and Dongyang should be safe, right?"

Song Nanwan glanced at her grandmother who was playing with her Buddhist prayer beads. "It's strange, it always seems like it's hailing or pouring rain whenever this sister comes back."

"Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?"

Knowing full well that her grandmother was superstitious, she resorted to cryptic and unsettling remarks about metaphysics.

Madam Song didn't speak, but her expression clearly turned ugly.

Su Jingxian didn't think much of it, "It does seem quite a coincidence."

Song Beiyou lowered her eyes, her mockery emanating from where the others couldn't see.

Then, looking at the table full of delicious food in front of him, he sighed inwardly.

I'm starving to death, but I can't move at all!

Or should she leave?

With an idea in mind, one should take action. He lightly placed his palms on the table, preparing to get up.

Just then, two drenched chickens ran in from outside the door amidst the torrential rain.

"Oh dear, Mom, I'm soaking wet."

It was Song Dongyang, Song Beiyou's younger brother, who was five years younger than her. He was just a baby when she left.

She just turned 15 and entered puberty.

Beside Song Dongyang was a middle-aged man, Song He'an, her biological father.

He was quite soaked; his wig was completely wet, and he was holding it in his hand, revealing a smooth head of bald patches.

I guess I was chilled, because I sneezed several times.

The scene was comical, and Song Beiyou twitched the corner of his lips.

Looking at her like this, you'd think she'd just come back from swimming.

Okay, I'm not leaving. I'll watch the show first.

Su Jingxian quickly led the people to change their clothes from the side, "Isn't there a car? Why are you all soaked?"

Song Dongyang: "What a disaster! The car is flooded!"

My dad and I practically swam back.

The smile on Song Beiyou's lips widened even further.

More than ten minutes later, everyone was finally gathered and sat around the dining table.

Song He'an wore a brand new wig and looked radiant.

Song Beiyou breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that he should be able to eat soon.

However, it did not.

Song He'an's attention fell on her. He looked her over and asked in confusion, "Bei You?"

Clearly, he didn't believe the woman in front of him was his eldest daughter.

Song Beiyou nodded expressionlessly, "Dad."

With just one word, Song He'an's eyes flashed with calculation.

The economic climate is terrible, business is tough, and I desperately need help for my children.

After considering it, he nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, okay, it's good that you're back."

I'm sorry I wronged you before.

But that's all for your own good; we'll make it up to you later.

What he said was almost identical to what Su Jingxian said.

Song Beiyou hummed in agreement. "Can we eat now?"

Who is so kind as to wait for a meal for more than two hours?

My appetite has completely disappeared from waiting.

"Eat up." For some reason, Madam Song was even more unhappy than before.

The chopsticks finally started moving.

There was a heating plate on the table, so the food didn't get cold, but the taste changed. Song Beiyou put down his chopsticks after only a couple of bites, not very satisfied.

It's nowhere near as good as the food Principal Bai from Qingshuihe.

Seeing that she hadn't continued eating, Song Nanwan asked, "Sister, is the food not to your liking?"

Song Beiyou replied directly, "Yes."

The situation became tense again.

Song Dongyang was in his adolescence and was the only male member of the Song family. He also knew about the engagement between Song Beiyou and Qin Shuhao, and he immediately became unhappy. "If you don't like it, go back to your mental hospital."

Why are you acting like a spoiled princess?

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you."

Just as he finished speaking, a clap of thunder sounded in the sky.

"Boom!"

The thief was so loud that everyone was scared half to death.

As a result, the atmosphere at the entire dining table became strange.

Taking the opportunity, Song Nanwan leaned closer to Old Madam Song and said, "Grandma, it's terrifying."

Should we get a master to come back and take a look?

Why is the weather so strange all day?

Especially that lightning strike just now, it felt like it was specifically aimed at our house.

As she said this, Song Nanwan kept glancing at Song Beiyou out of the corner of her eye.

Song Beiyou noticed it, but remained calm and composed.

Su Jingxian and Song He'an remained silent, sitting quietly without saying a word.

Song Dongyang came again, "It must be because this lunatic came back. She's weird, she's no good."

Su Jingxian interrupted, "Dongyang, don't make a scene..."

Before she could finish speaking, Old Madam Song, the matriarch of the family, flew into a rage. She slammed her chopsticks heavily on the table and shouted, "Someone, take Miss back to her room!"

She's not allowed to come out without my permission!

Song Nanwan couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

She said it before: Qin Shuhao can only be hers.

Butler Uncle Chen came out with several servants. He glanced at Song Beiyou, feeling sorry for her because she had helped him escape the natural disaster.

She even asked repeatedly, "Madam, are you sure?"

Old Madam Song frowned deeply. "Aren't you going to make a move?"

Uncle Chen looked at Song Beiyou with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Miss."

Song Beiyou remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

She first looked at Song He'an, then at Su Jingxian, and found that the two of them were unmoved.

So, I didn't want to "mistreat" myself like that anymore.

He slowly picked up the chopsticks from the table and, in front of everyone, threw them in an arc towards a pillar not far away.

Then, a scene that terrified everyone unfolded.

The chopsticks were stuck deep into the pillar.

Just like the experts with special abilities in movies.

The next instant, she transformed into the Empress in Uncle Chen's eyes, and slowly said, "How about we leave it at that?"

Consider this meal today our last supper.

From now on, we'll have nothing to do with each other.