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As soon as I entered the classroom, I received various congratulations from my classmates.

"Nan Wan, congratulations! You're going to represent our Imperial University at the Outstanding Undergraduate Exchange Conference."

"Yes, Nan Wan, I searched it online."

Several years ago, Duan Yao, the third master of the Duan family, Bai Jingcheng, the eldest son of the Bai family, and the famous doctor Xie Jingbai all participated in this exchange meeting for outstanding college students. You can imagine how outstanding you are.

"Nan Wan is definitely outstanding. After all, she got a perfect score in dance when she entered the program."

......

They kept praising Song Nanwan to the skies, to the point that they forgot all about managing their facial expressions.

"thanks, thanks!"

People are strange; they don't care if it doesn't concern them. In this class, Song Beiyou's car accident last night was treated as if it never happened.

It's different in computer science.

The whole class was deathly still, even the counselor Xu Ke, who was standing on the podium giving them instructions, was the same.

Duan Yu even skipped class and didn't come.

Nobody's in the mood.

The little girl they finally managed to get into their class is gone just like that.

What's the point of living like this?

There is absolutely nothing, not even a glimmer of hope.

Someone in the crowd whimpered, and then the whole class started sobbing. It was quite pitiful.

Outside of the Imperial University, those who care about Song Beiyou are also plunged into the darkest moment of their lives.

At the old Duan family residence, Old Madam Duan and Duan Yu sat there listlessly, unable to eat or drink.

After Song Beiyou saved their lives, Qin Shuhao and Qin Shuyao from the Qin family were now completely disoriented.

Duan Yuan was still completely baffled, feeling that her two children were like completely different people.

The hospital on the outskirts of the city.

Master Mingyuan's gloomy mood, which had been building up for many days, was finally dispelled.

They didn't even stay in the hospital anymore and went straight out for discharge.

Even though all the fingers on one hand had been cut off, she couldn't suppress her joy.

After all, her biological daughter has acknowledged her, and the obstacles have been cleared. Next, she will continue to eliminate Su Jingxian and the old lady of the Song family step by step.

In the end, she was the only winner.

What Mingyuan didn't know was that Song Nanwan despised her to death.

Her recent closeness was only because Mingyuan still had value to her.

However, she could use Mingyuan's help to eliminate Song Beiyou.

Song Nanwan didn't want anyone to know that her biological mother wasn't Su Jingxian, the eldest daughter of the Su family, but a shameful old nun.

Mingyuan had his own purposes.

Similarly, Song Nanwan's motives were far more malicious than Ming Yuan's.

She wanted her own mother dead!

This way, there will be one less person in the world who knows about her background.

......

At the same time, at Jinxiu Villa.

At Duan Yao's home.

Neither of them slept well last night.

She tossed and turned until dawn, her mind filled with the words Duan Yao had said to her.

The other one didn't toss and turn and fell asleep, but even in his dreams, he didn't have a good time.

In the middle of the night, he even got up to take a cold shower.

For no other reason than that Song Beiyou's image was constantly on my mind.

And then there was that fleeting glimpse of her exquisite beauty when she turned her head to the side.

at this time.

After lunch, in Duan Yao's study.

Duan Yao and Song Beiyou each sat in front of a computer.

One was handling official business for the Duan Group, while the other was using someone else's computer to gather all the evidence from yesterday's car accident.

The keyboard, under Song Beiyou's nimble fingers, produced a light and cheerful sound, like a beautiful melody.

This prompted Duan Yao to steal glances at her from time to time.

One moment it lands on those nimble fingers, the next it lands on that computer screen full of code, a sight that fills my eyes with delight.

Perhaps engrossed in watching, Song Beiyou suddenly stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and met his eyes. "Hmm?"

Duan Yao showed no embarrassment at being caught, and asked directly, "You know how to hack? I bet you've infiltrated the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Transportation."

You're going to retrieve all the video footage of yesterday's car accident.

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow at him. "You can do that too?"

There were no videos on her computer screen, only lines of code.

Duan Yao must be able to understand the code she typed to say that.

Duan Yao nodded, "I know a little bit about it."

Song Beiyou smiled faintly, "President Duan is too modest."

What a joke! The president of the prestigious Duan Group, who controls an entire business empire, could hardly be without some skills.

According to Jia Buxiu, Duan Yao also has a little-known underground force, not the kind that's considered shady.

Instead, they are elite teams that can use their power to help society when necessary.

Such a man is both socially responsible and extremely dangerous; without exceptional skills, it would be impossible for him to reach the pinnacle at the age of 27.

So, you only know a little bit? That's really too modest.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile helplessly again.

Duan Yao was amused by her laughter, and his eyes were filled with a joy that he himself did not realize.

Looking at his expression, Song Beiyou recalled his words from last night about seeing her body, and her ears inexplicably turned red again.

I quickly turned my head, stared at the computer screen, and told myself not to look at him, not to be distracted by him, and not to pay attention to him.

Yes! That's how it should be.

In the end, Song Beiyou succeeded.

He was a person with extremely strong self-control and focus, and by the time it got dark, he had finished organizing all the compelling evidence.

This includes all of Mingyuan's information about Song Nanwan, and a high-definition video of her meeting with Song Nanwan in the hospital room.

Strong evidence that Mingyuan bribed assassins using anonymous phone numbers...

well.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

I hope time will pass quickly so that I can finish things sooner and leave Duan Yao's house sooner.

If Duan Yao knew that Song Beiyou had this idea, he would probably be both amused and exasperated.

evening.

Song Beiyou's back injury needs to be treated with medicine again.

Because of what happened yesterday, she made a secret appointment with Yan Dong.

The harsh winter arrived right on time.

Upon arrival, she greeted him, "Third Master, Miss Song."

After saying that, guessing that she was afraid of being misunderstood by Duan Yao, she emphasized, "Third Master, let me tell you, it wasn't my idea to come, it was Miss Song who invited me to come."

Please don't dock my pay.

Duan Yao nodded expressionlessly.

He knew why he had come as soon as the harsh winter arrived.

It's just a wound on my back.

Sighing inwardly, Song Beiyou treated him like a wolf.

He nodded. "Go ahead, but be careful."

Haste makes waste; some things cannot be rushed, or they will backfire.

Yan Dong nodded quickly, "Okay."

Song Beiyou listened to the conversation between the master and servant, her red lips pressed tightly together.

A short while later, Duan Yao was kicked out of the study, and Song Beiyou lay on the bed where she had slept the night before.

Xie Jingbai's medicine was quite potent, and with Song Beiyou taking a specially made anti-inflammatory pill last night, the redness on her back had subsided considerably.

Yan Dong was a straightforward person. When he saw Song Beiyou's back and was applying medicine, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

This little white thing has such a smooth back. I wonder if there was any reaction when our Third Master applied the medicine to it last night.

I think so, after all, he's a young and vigorous man.

Right, Miss Song?