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

Song Beiyou shook his head, his face darkening considerably. "I don't know."

Before Mingyuan died, she said that I was randomly switched with Su Jingxian's eldest daughter in the neonatal department of the hospital.

I'm almost 20 years old now, which means this happened almost 20 years ago.

Even with my hacking skills, it's difficult to investigate.

The social standards 20 years ago were completely different from now. In addition, I know that Su Jingxian gave birth in a county hospital under extremely poor conditions, so checking the surveillance footage is not very practical.

At this moment, Duan Yao's voice rang out, "There's nothing that's hard to investigate, it's just a matter of whether you want to investigate or not."

Song Beiyou chuckled softly.

With just that one laugh, Duan Yao understood her heart.

It's not that she didn't want to investigate, she just didn't dare to.

The affection the Song family showed her left her utterly disappointed, and she feared that the biological parents she found would be just like the Song family.

She doesn't dare to gamble!

Ultimately, she longed for family affection.

Thinking of this, Duan Yao changed his tone again, "Then we won't investigate."

He can give her the affection, the family atmosphere, and the care she needs.

There's no need to gamble your life on a "family member" you haven't seen for almost 20 years.

Song Beiyou was stunned.

Looking directly into Duan Yao's eyes, she felt at that moment that Duan Yao understood her.

Understand her inner thoughts.

She gave him a warm, spring-like smile and said, "Let nature take its course."

The most important thing right now is to find some time to go back to Qingshuihe. I need to find a master to remove the Gu poison from my body first.

What happens next is up to fate; life goes on as usual.

Duan Yao understood, "I'll go with you."

I haven't been to Qingshuihe for a while, so I'll take this opportunity to visit Mr. Jia and the others.

Song Beiyou, “…”

Do we need to follow this too?

He hurriedly said, "No, no, I won't be going back so soon."

I can't take any more leave. I still have classes at Imperial University, and if I take any more leave, I'll probably be expelled.

This was just an excuse to shut Duan Yao down. Principal Ji Anzhi had gone to great lengths to "invite" her to teach at Imperial University, so there was no reason for him to easily persuade her to leave.

Duan Yao saw through it all but didn't say anything.

He sighed inwardly, "Sigh, this young girl is not easy to fool."

Also, three days have passed, the matter is settled, and she will be going back to her own home tonight.

I'm reluctant to part with it, but there's nothing I can do.

Pushing too hard just makes you clingy, which backfires.

Xie Jingbai finally understood and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

It's good that they're not siblings; God's eyes aren't blind after all.

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After leaving the hospital, Song Beiyou asked Yan Dong for the video of Mingyuan revealing her identity before he died.

After processing it, I sent it to Jia Buxiu, asking him to take advantage of the buzz and post it online to spread the word that he was not a child of the Song family.

When Jia Buxiu received the video, he was shocked and heartbroken for a long time.

God knows how much pain he was in.

This little sister, who was my childhood sweetheart, was already miserable enough because she was disliked by her family and sent to a mental hospital. Now, she's even worse off because she was switched at birth by some scoundrel.

Even a dog would cry if it heard that.

After calming herself down, she suppressed her heartache and said to Song Beiyou, "Okay, You, I'll take care of it."

After hanging up the phone, Jia Buxiu immediately used his media team to distribute the message.

Instantly, the capital city was in an uproar again.

Why is Song Beiyou getting worse and worse?

[Yeah, being forcibly taken to a mental hospital by thugs is bad enough, but how could they be kidnapped at birth?]

My mom asked me why I was crying. I showed her my phone, and now she's crying even harder than I am.

......

It slowly got dark.

The capital city, which should have gradually quieted down, remains as hot as ever.

Everyone is talking about the Song family's messy affairs, cursing them and Master Mingyuan.

Every household was feeling sorry for Song Beiyou during their leisure time.

Old Madam Duan and Duan Yu grieved and cried for several days, but the grief finally ended today.

Instead, an overwhelming wave of joy and heartache swept in.

Madam Duan was personally busy in the kitchen, "Quick, see if the nourishing soup is ready yet?"

It's getting dark, I need to hurry and deliver it to Youyou.

This child is so pitiful; what kind of life is he living?

That Song Nanwan is absolutely despicable.

No! From tonight onwards, I have to be extra nice to Youyou.

Duan Yu completely agreed with what her grandmother said. "That makes sense, I think so too."

I always thought I was miserable enough, since my parents left me when I was young. But now it seems that my benefactor is a thousand times, ten thousand times more miserable than me.

At least I still have my grandmother and uncle by my side.

"you do not say."

......

That night, Song Beiyou finally returned home.

I nestled in my beanbag chair and picked up one of my favorite books.

However, after flipping through two pages, I found myself unable to continue reading.

Even though my home is comfortable, I have my own happiness, and I have my favorite books in my hands, I still feel something is missing.

As for what she was missing, the name "Duan Yao" flashed through her mind, but she absolutely refused to admit it.

I thought it was impossible for me to have developed a habit after only staying at his house for three days.

Finally, he put down the book and went into his room.

I'm going to take a nap without thinking about anything.

However, just like before, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep with certain lingering images in my mind.

I dreamt of Duan Yao.

She dreamt that he asked her if she wanted seafood porridge and what she wanted for breakfast the next day.

She returned the favor by giving him a little bit of the same thing.

.

Song Beiyou wasn't the only one who wasn't used to it; Duan Yao was even more unaccustomed to it than her.

It was time for him to sleep, but he just wouldn't go to bed, continuing to hold video conferences with boundless energy.

The people on the other end of the video were all middle and senior executives of the Duan Group. They all looked to be in poor spirits, and some even secretly yawned.

Yan Li would pinch his thigh every now and then, afraid that he would fall asleep while driving.

I wonder when their third master will finally be done.

This was a lifesaver!

Duan Yao didn't care about their feelings and only focused on his own pace.

Those who were fighting off sleepiness during the meeting, separated by a screen, were unaware that their third master would occasionally turn his head to look at the empty seat next to him.

Song Beiyou was sitting in that seat last night, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard, but she's gone tonight.

I'm not used to it at all.

There's no other way but to temporarily numb myself with work.

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at this time.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

White House.

Assistant Luo Meng hurriedly approached Bai Jingcheng, "Young Master."

Bai Jingcheng, dressed in a white suit, sat on the sofa with a cigar emitting wisps of smoke between his fingers.

Seeing someone approach, he took a drag, exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, and asked, "How is it?"

Luo Meng: "The young lady is furious when she finds out that Song Beiyou is still alive. She's smashing things in her room."

Upon hearing this, Bai Jingcheng sneered, "Useless thing."

In his opinion, Bai Mengyan's methods were simply not up to par.

Not only does she have a severe temper, but she's also not calm enough.

How could Duan Yao possibly be interested in someone like that?

Luo Meng bowed, "Then, young master, what's next..."

Bai Jingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Old Madam Duan has an adopted daughter named Lou Yue."