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Jia Buxiu understood that as long as Song Beiyou was alright, everything would be fine.

Thinking of the car that had already been run over and exploded, I thought, "I'll get you a new car later, but this time it won't be black. How about a macho pink one?"

Song Beiyou, "No..." (pink).

Before she could finish speaking, Duan Yao, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly said, "No need, I'll arrange the car."

Song Beiyou, “???”

On the other end of the phone, Jia Buxiu reflexively cursed, "Damn it!"

You, you, You, where are you?

That voice? So melodious and pleasant to the ear, could it be the legendary Third Master Duan Yao, the president of the Duan Group?

Jia Buxiu's words revealed a strong desire to survive.

Song Beiyou felt her earlobes burning.

She had no idea that Duan Yao would suddenly pull such a stunt. Her eyes lowered. "Yes, his men saved me."

Jia Buxiu said "Oh" to indicate that he understood, then changed the subject, "Um, my car is parked on the side of the road, and an uncle is issuing a ticket."

Let's stop talking now.

Since Third Master will arrange the car, I won't go through the trouble of doing it myself.

That's all.

Yu, I wish you happiness!

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Song Beiyou's reply.

Song Beiyou's lips twitched. Why did the style of this scene become so exaggerated?

After hanging up the phone, she glanced at Duan Yao, who was staring at her, and remained silent.

Now that things have turned out this way, Song Beiyou feels that it's no longer something she can control.

After a moment of contemplation, she parted her red lips slightly and said, "I hope you were just joking about the car."

Duan Yao said, "I'm not joking. What color do you like? I'll arrange it for you."

"President Duan!" Song Bei suddenly changed his form of address, his tone carrying a hint of speechlessness towards Duan Yao.

Duan Yao changed his posture after she called out, and his expression became serious. "Song Beiyou."

He called her name seriously.

Song Beiyou felt a strange unease welling up inside you when he called you that. "Hmm?"

Duan Yao tapped his long fingers on the table. "I actually saw everything the moment I turned around inside."

Sorry, that was just a conditioned reflex. I thought something was wrong with you.

But don't worry, I won't just watch for nothing; I will definitely take full responsibility for you.

Yes, trust me.

Duan Yao was not lying, nor did he deliberately come up with a bad idea to keep Song Beiyou.

I really saw it.

Before he took over the Duan Clan conglomerate, he was the leader of the base, possessing extremely high skill and keen perception.

Even though Song Beiyou reacted extremely quickly, he still managed to catch a glimpse of that sideways glance.

She has a great figure, slim but not skinny.

Song Beiyou, “…”

With a "boom," it exploded in Song Beiyou's mind like a firecracker.

After frying, I could clearly feel a hot, flushed sensation starting from my neck, down to my ears and cheeks.

God knows how she feels right now.

There was a hint of anger mixed with embarrassment, and within that anger was a touch of shyness that only a young woman should have.

For a long time, she didn't utter a single word.

After a long while, Duan Yao, seeing that she needed to rest, broke the silence, "Go to sleep, don't think too much, let everything take its course."

Song Beiyou nodded blankly, "Oh, okay."

How could he not think too much? Song Beiyou was destined to be sleepless tonight.

Already suffering from a back injury and with his thoughts in disarray, he remained in this stalemate until dawn before finally planting the seeds and closing his eyes.

......

Outside.

Song Beiyou's prediction was correct.

After the car accident last night became known to everyone, many experts began to lurk in Jinxiu Manor.

In particular, they lurked around Song Beiyou's house, just to confirm whether she really died in a car accident.

Among them, several experts came from the Bai family.

As dawn approached and Song Beiyou still hadn't appeared, they got up and hurried back to the Bai family.

White House.

.

As luxurious as ever.

Bai Mengyan also couldn't sleep last night after hearing the news of Song Beiyou's accident.

Extremely excited.

He was initially upset and embarrassed that Duan Yao had removed all his endorsements, but then came an explosive piece of news.

This is ten or even ten thousand times more exciting than getting a hundred high-end luxury brand endorsements.

Heaven has eyes; it knows that Duan Yao completely belongs to Bai Mengyan.

Song Beiyou was just cannon fodder from beginning to end.

The room where Bai Jingcheng was located.

The experts who had spent the night at Jinxiu Manor returned and stood before Bai Jingcheng.

"Young Master," the leader called out to Bai Jingcheng.

Bai Jingcheng, dressed in white loungewear, leaned back on the sofa.

Without his gold-rimmed glasses, he lost some of his refined air and gained a more sinister air, giving him an invisible ruthlessness in his eyes.

He rubbed his temples. "How is it?"

The expert in charge said, "Our investigation, combined with information about Ms. Song's residence, confirms that she died in a car accident."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Jingcheng looked puzzled. "How is that possible?"

The expert in charge said, "We also found out that Miss Song's good friend Jia Buxiu was crying loudly at the scene of the car accident and is now personally handling Miss Song's funeral arrangements."

Bai Jingcheng finally believed it and sighed, "What a pity."

I finally met such an interesting and unique woman, and she's gone just like that.

Well, at least Duan Yao is one less extraordinary woman by his side.

He instructed his men, "Keep an eye on Duan Yao and see how he behaves in the next few days."

"Yes!"

......

The next day.

After the dawn broke through the clouds, last night's news seemed to disappear with the night.

Life went on as usual, with cars coming and going on the road as always.

The name Song Beiyou has vanished as if it had evaporated, and no one mentions it anymore.

Song Nanwan was in a better mood than ever before.

As she descended the spiral staircase, she saw Old Madam Song and immediately stepped forward, saying, "Grandma."

Madam Song's attitude towards her changed from that day on.

Song Nanwan could see it clearly. She was fine, knowing what her grandmother liked to hear. "Grandma, I know Dad's business has been struggling lately."

"It's okay, I've already talked to Jeremy Lin, he'll help Dad out."

Sure enough, Old Madam Song liked what she heard, and her gaze towards Song Nanwan softened.

In fact, she was a seasoned veteran. With Song Beiyou dead, the only person the Song family could rely on was Song Nanwan.

So let's turn a blind eye to our background for now.

"Thank you, Wanwan," said Madam Song.

Song Nanwan was in a better mood. He knew that nothing was more important than profit.

The journey to Imperial University felt much lighter, and I was all smiles.

Driving, Uncle Chen cursed Song Nanwan in his heart. She was really something else; she wouldn't even pretend to be angry when her own sister was dead.

Even her own mother treated her like a piece of char siu being eaten, showing absolutely no remorse.

From beginning to end, the only one who suffered was his young mistress.

"Waaaaah..." Thinking of this, Uncle Chen couldn't stop crying on the way back.

Song Nanwan got out of the car and started pretending.

Heartbroken, she was a pitiful sight.

Until she received a notification from Imperial University that she would represent the school at an exchange meeting for outstanding university students from major universities in Beijing.

How can I pretend now? I'm so happy!