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The sound startled Mingyuan, and he turned around abruptly.

Because of the large movement, the small wooden box was accidentally knocked over.

All the photos inside were scattered all over the floor.

While feeling heartbroken over the photos scattered all over the floor, Mingyuan remained wary of anyone entering through the door.

When he realized that the person who came was the woman from that night, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. "It's you!"

Immediately, Mingyuan wanted to shout loudly to attract the attention of the entire Hongfu Temple, after all, she knew all too well the disparity in abilities between the two sides.

She was scared and nervous, afraid that something might happen again tonight.

"Come... people!"

But just as she was about to speak, a small pebble, seemingly out of nowhere, struck her neck, rendering her completely unable to utter a sound.

They could only weakly utter "Ah, ah, ah..." and stared at the newcomer in disbelief.

Even though the room was dimly lit, it was easy to see the fear in Mingyuan's eyes.

She started to think about escaping and took off running.

The woman in front of her was like a devil to her.

However, the next second, something even more horrifying happened.

As Mingyuan tried to escape, she noticed that, for some reason, a pebble seemed to fly towards her legs and hit a pressure point on one of her legs.

After that, my legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I couldn't take a single step or two.

They could only stand there, rooted to the spot.

She didn't know what awaited her; all Mingyuan knew was that she had never been so afraid in her entire life.

Her eyes were fixed on the person who had just arrived, her heart pounding.

Just then, she saw the woman, who was dressed entirely in black just like the last time she came, raise her hand and slowly bring it to her ear.

Then, she removed the mask covering her small face, revealing a beautiful, unadorned face.

Then, the woman slowly said to her, "Ms. Gao Hong, we meet again."

Let me introduce myself, my name is Song Beiyou!

Mingyuan knew that there were many videos of Song Beiyou dancing online these days, and she had watched them all and remembered her face very well.

At first, she wondered who this Song Beiyou was, that he could escape from the hands of mercenaries.

She never imagined that Song Beiyou was the woman who had taken one of her fingers.

I also know that she is Gao Hong.

And it's probably not just that; she may have even figured out her relationship with Song Nanwan.

Song Beiyou scrutinized Mingyuan's expression, then turned her gaze to the photos scattered on the floor in front of her.

Slowly squat down.

When she got up again, she was holding a photo of Song Nanwan participating in a piano competition when she was ten years old.

Inside, Song Nanwan smiled confidently and ostentatiously, possessing the true appearance of a wealthy young lady.

Song Beiyou looked at the photo, then waved it in front of Mingyuan, saying, "Your daughter looks a lot like you."

"Boom~"

Mingyuan felt his head buzzing.

Song Beiyou truly knows that Song Nanwan is her biological daughter; how can this be allowed?

Unable to speak, she could only desperately try to ask Song Beiyou with her eyes what she wanted.

Song Beiyou understood her gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said succinctly, "I want to know the truth, and take revenge!"

Mingyuan sneered inwardly.

the truth?

think too much.

She admitted that Song Beiyou in front of her was indeed quite capable, but it was impossible to get information out of her with just those skills.

She underestimated the determination of a biological mother to protect her own flesh and blood; her gaze suddenly hardened.

Song Beiyou laughed at the two of them without any attempt to hide it, and even clapped for her. "Tsk tsk tsk, what great maternal love!"

Ms. Gao Hong, have you ever considered how Song Nanwan would react if she knew her biological mother was an old nun, a woman who had frequented brothels?

It has to be said that Song Beiyou is good at grasping the key points of things; Mingyuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Her biggest worry is that her biological daughter will find out about her past identity.

Song Beiyou laughed heartily, "You're already in such a hurry?"

Next, something even more urgent will happen to you.

As he said this, Song Beiyou touched Mingyuan's neck with his finger, restoring his ability to speak.

For a moment, Mingyuan relaxed, thinking that Song Beiyou had suddenly become compassionate and that the next step would be to release the acupoints on her legs.

Unexpectedly, nothing happened. Instead, something was pressed on her side waist, and she felt as if she were being whipped and pricked with needles, experiencing excruciating pain.

Large beads of sweat instantly covered Mingyuan's entire body.

She wanted to roar, she wanted to beg for mercy.

I want to end this living hell as soon as possible!

This was exactly the effect Song Beiyou wanted; death is never as satisfying as living.

Moreover, she had her own purpose in doing so.

The next second, Song Beiyou quickened his pace and asked, "Whose daughter is Song Nanwan?"

Mingyuan refused to speak, so Song Beiyou intensified her suffering by "torturing her to extract a confession."

Mingyuan couldn't take it anymore. "I'll talk, I'll talk! Song Nanwan is the daughter of Gao Hong and Song He'an."

Song Beiyou sneered, "Very well, what about Su Jingxian's other daughter? Where did she go?"

The pain in Mingyuan's body continued. "I took the other one away and threw it away."

A murderous glint flashed deep in Song Beiyou's eyes. "Where did you throw it?"

Mingyuan trembled with pain, "They were already dead at the bottom of the cliff."

"Why?" Song Beiyou's voice was terribly cold.

Mingyuan felt like she couldn't breathe, clutching her chest with both hands, "My background means I can't marry into the Song family."

But my daughter is different. She is a member of the Song family and must stay safely as their little princess.

Song Beiyou, "So, I'm also getting in your daughter's way?"

Mingyuan nodded.

......

About five minutes later, Song Beiyou came out of the side room and left Hongfu Temple.

As he left, it wasn't hard to see the sinister intent emanating from him.

Inside the side room, Mingyuan lay on the ground, surrounded by blood.

In the pool of blood, one, two, or three severed fingers could still be clearly seen.

Mingyuan was groaning in pain, in panic.

She decided to meet with Song Nanwan and tell her the truth so that she would be wary of Song Beiyou.

The moment Song Beiyou got into the car after leaving Hongfu Temple, he called Uncle Chen and said, "Make arrangements, I need to see Madam Song."

Uncle Chen: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Beiyou continued on his way.

A light rain started falling outside the car, and the wind was strong, splashing against the car body at an angle.

Suddenly, several motorcycles accelerated up from behind the car, making a loud rumbling noise.

Song Beiyou's face was indifferent, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

She didn't intend to drive away. At this moment, she was in an extremely bad mood because of Mingyuan's actions, and she needed to do something to vent her frustration.

So, after a short while, she properly turned on her turn signal, pulled over to the side of the road, and got out of the car.