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

Having said that, she stood up and walked resolutely toward the front door amidst the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

Behind him came Song Dongyang's mocking laughter, "Hahaha, what a pretentious madman."

What kind of self-inflicted injury ruse are you trying to pull?

There was also the sound of Song Nanwan getting up and moving her chair but not running over. "Sister, sister, please don't be stubborn."

Grandma was just teasing you.

Su Jingxian ran over and blocked his way, saying, "Beiyou, don't embarrass your mother."

Be good, listen to me!

Go apologize to your grandma and beg for forgiveness, and we'll move on from this matter.

Okay? "

Song Beiyou finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Admit your mistake?

plead?

Was she wrong?

What went wrong?

"No," Song Beiyou said. "Since I haven't been a part of your lives for so many years, we shouldn't have any contact with each other in the future."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You're right, I was indeed wrong."

Thirteen years later, I shouldn't have been so naive as to still have illusions about family ties.

Excuse me! "

With those final three heartless words, Song Beiyou pushed aside Su Jingxian, who was blocking his way, and stepped alone into the wind and rain.

Uncle Chen couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he ran to the door, grabbed an umbrella, and chased after her, calling out, "Young Miss, Young Miss!"

Ultimately, the rain was too heavy, and soon people could no longer be seen.

The atmosphere inside the room remained unchanged.

Su Jingxian looked at everyone helplessly, "What should we do?"

Song Nanwan cried out in apparent anxiety, "What should I do? What should I do?"

My sister is unfamiliar with this area, and it's raining so hard outside.

Song Dongyang: "I bet that crazy woman will come back in half an hour."

Is she acting? Sticking chopsticks into a pillar—there's definitely something fishy going on.

Song He'an and Song Dongyang had similar thoughts: "Eat up, we'll be back."

Only Madam Song turned her gaze to the chopsticks on the pillar, and, with difficulty breathing, pulled up the Buddhist prayer beads on the table.

All she could think about was the sentence the master had told her thirteen years ago.

"Your eldest granddaughter is essentially a wild horse that has broken free."

Wild horses are untamed animals!

If they were kept, the Song family would fall into ruin.

These three sentences perfectly match what happened just one day after Song Beiyou returned.

Her hands trembled as she held the prayer beads. "That's it then. If I don't come back, I don't come back."

It's better if they don't come back.

The sound wasn't loud; only Song Nanwan, who was closest to her, could hear it. A triumphant look returned to her face.

Good thing you left!

It would be best if he were struck by lightning and killed outside.

.

Outside.

The heavy rain was still intense.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled one after another.

Song Beiyou strode through the rain towards the outside of Huafuyuan residential area.

The rain relentlessly soaked her entire body, highlighting her alluring figure.

The chill of the autumn night, mixed with rain, seeped into her skin, and the biting cold enveloped her, yet she remained delicate and aloof.

"Beep, beep..." Two car horns suddenly sounded from not far behind.

Song Beiyou heard this, but didn't turn around.

Inside the black Cullinan behind me, the horn was being honked.

"Third Master, we slammed the horn but there was no response," Yan Li said, gripping the steering wheel.

The Cullinan's wipers were working incredibly fast, and Yan Li wasn't quite sure when his third master had become so kind.

They actually told him to talk to the woman walking in the rain ahead to see if she needed to get on the bus.

Seriously, I saw ghosts twice in one day.

Once in the morning, and once now.

Duan Yao was in the back seat of the car, his legs crossed, his deep eyes fixed on the slender figure on the side of the car that was almost blending into the rain.

“Drive forward and block her,” he said.

Yan Li, “…”

He didn't understand this crazy tactic, but as a working person, he had to do it.

With a turn of the steering wheel and a light touch on the accelerator, the black Cullinan blocked Song Beiyou's path.

With his path blocked, Song Beiyou tilted his head to look at the oncoming car from the side.

At this moment, the rear door opened, and the interior lights illuminated Duan Yao inside. "Get in the car."

Song Beiyou continued to tilt her head, her eyes, washed by the rain, not fully open. "Who are you?"

Duan Yao was somewhat speechless. He had just seen him that morning and had already forgotten about him. "Duan Yao."

Song Beiyou realized, "So it was him."

A man whose name could be heard in the Qingshui River day and night, even though he was not actually there.