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

She stood there calmly, exuding an extremely powerful aura, watching the person who had arrived.

Song Beiyou was greeted by several rumbling motorcycles as usual.

They saw Song Beiyou get out of the car and drive her around on her motorcycle.

There was also a white sedan coming from behind.

After the car stopped, two very cold-looking short-haired women got out. As soon as they got out of the car, they walked up to Song Beiyou with a very clear goal.

They nodded in unison to Song Beiyou and said, "Miss Song, our young lady invites you in."

Song Beiyou looked at the two unfamiliar women in front of him, who exuded a murderous aura yet remained polite. "Who is your young lady?"

Why did you choose to see me so late at night?

One of the short-haired women gestured to Song Beiyou, saying, "Miss Song will know when she gets there."

Song Beiyou gave a slight, disdainful laugh. "If you won't tell me, then I won't go."

The short-haired woman could probably tell that Song Beiyou was no pushover, so she said bluntly, "Miss Bai wants to talk to you about Master Duan."

These words made Song Beiyou raise an eyebrow slightly.

She's not very clear-headed when it comes to her own feelings, but she has an incredibly keen sense for other people's feelings.

With just that one sentence, Song Beiyou knew that the eldest daughter of the Bai family definitely liked Duan Yao.

interesting!

This was the first time in her life she had encountered something like this—someone actually went to great lengths to find her just to talk to her about an old man.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the two short-haired women, and said, "Let's go."

With just one word, the two short-haired women exchanged a sharp glance and then made way for Song Beiyou to get into their car.

Song Beiyou did not resist and took the lead.

The wind was strong, swirling with light rain.

The light rain pattered on her face, feeling desolate and forlorn.

Being alone with a group of seemingly unapproachable strangers, I felt an inexplicable sense of fragmented loneliness.

Seeing how cooperative she was, the two short-haired women followed closely behind.

And their accumulated experience over the years told them that this young woman named Song Beiyou was definitely not simple.

After all, I've never seen anyone remain so calm and composed when they've set their sights on and followed them.

At this moment, she even gives off the image of a high and mighty queen.

Soon after, the sound of motorcycles rumbled up again.

The deserted road at night was empty except for Song Beiyou's black sports car, which remained in place.

As soon as Song Beiyou got on the bus, he was forced to turn off his phone in front of them.

After everything was checked and found to be in order, the car drove off.

About half an hour later, the car drove into the Bai family mansion, and Song Beiyou was taken out of the car.

It was two in the morning, but the Bai family mansion was still brightly lit, with countless servants on duty inside and out.

Song Beiyou looked around and took in the Bai family's extravagance.

Two short-haired women stepped forward and gestured for Song Beiyou to enter, saying, "Miss Song, this way please. Our young lady is waiting for you inside."

Song Beiyou nodded without any change in expression and continued to follow them.

The Bai family home is indeed very large. You have to walk through a living room that is like a palace, cross a long corridor full of collections, walk through a European-style garden, and finally take an elevator to reach the Bai family's coffee shop.

As soon as they arrived, they heard someone nearby reminding them, "Young Miss, the person has arrived."

Following the sound, Song Beiyou could see an elegantly dressed woman sitting at the dining table.

It's Bai Mengyan.

Seeing Song Beiyou approach, Bai Mengyan stood up from her seat, smiled at her, and waved.

Incredibly, at 3 a.m., the aroma of coffee filled the air.

Song Beiyou and Bai Mengyan, the eldest daughter of the Bai family, sat facing each other.

Bai Mengyan sat upright, her slender fingers gracefully picking up the coffee on the table and taking a small sip.

There was coffee in front of Song Beiyou, but she didn't drink it.

It's not that I'm afraid of being poisoned, but rather that I don't have the habit of drinking coffee with people I don't know well.

What's more, it's almost 3 a.m., and I still have to go back to Imperial University for classes after dawn.

After a moment, Bai Mengyan spoke first, "Seeing is believing, Miss Song is indeed as beautiful as a flower."

"Even I, a girl, am in love with him, let alone Ah Yao."

Ayao?

Song Beiyou showed no outward sign of anything amiss, but inwardly he was thinking that they seemed quite familiar, since he even called him A Yao.

I just don't know if this A Yao is familiar with the eldest daughter of the Bai family.

Moreover, although her words sounded generous and open, she was actually petty and harbored a deep-seated jealousy.

Song Beiyou didn't speak. Under the crystal chandelier, her skin was as white as snow, making people want to look at her more.

Bai Mengyan was no exception; her eyes, adorned with peach blossom makeup, were fixed on Song Beiyou's face.

The more he looked, the more intense his jealousy became; the more he looked, the tighter his fists clenched under the table.

The next moment, Bai Mengyan heard Song Beiyou, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly say, "It's getting late."

The implication was that he was urging Bai Mengyan to hurry up.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mengyan took another sip of coffee. "Does Miss Song know me?"

She is a movie star who frequently appears in entertainment news and is a household name in China.

Song Beiyou: "I don't know him."

Why would she want to know her?

Bai Mengyan's face stiffened for a moment, then she smiled and said, "It's okay, you can take a look at today's entertainment front page."

As she said this, the short-haired woman next to her placed a newspaper in front of Song Beiyou.

The above text is about the rumors between Duan Yao and Bai Mengyan, and the words are prominently displayed.

Since ancient times, the importance of marrying someone of equal social standing has been emphasized; Duan Yao and Bai Mengyan are a match made in heaven!

"Wow~"

After making this sound, Song Beiyou looked up at Bai Mengyan and said, "Miss Bai, let's just say what we have to say. There's no need for all this nonsense."

Bai Mengyan was taken aback, then chuckled and looked at the short-haired woman.

The short-haired woman took out a check and placed it in front of Song Beiyou. "Miss Song, here is 100 million yuan. It's from our eldest daughter."

The prerequisite is that you need to disappear from Master Duan's sight.

Upon hearing this, Song Beiyou picked up the unexpected 100 million yuan check while continuing to look at Bai Mengyan.

Gradually, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

This is the second check she has received since coming to Beijing.

The purposes of both are similar.

The first one was given to her by Duan Yuan, and she didn't even bother to ask for it back then. She didn't want this one either, but she wanted to play with it.

The next second, she was seen toying with the check in her hand, her eyebrows raised, "Does your Ayao know that you did this to me?"

Um? "

Bai Mengyan was speechless. At this moment, she inexplicably felt that Song Beiyou was like a demon, which made her heart tremble.

Feeling she should say something, Song Beiyou spoke first, "Duan Yao is worth trillions, Miss Bai, you think you can get rid of me with a mere hundred million?"

Isn't that incredibly disrespectful?

And I wouldn't be foolish enough to give up trillions for your mere hundred million.

Ah!

"I'm going to have your Ayao."

After saying this, Song Beiyou stood up and left without saying another word.

Bai Mengyan remained motionless in her seat, the veins on her neck bulging.