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

Not only does it have eye-catching headlines, but it also has a comment section full of brainless fans.

"My poor Wanbao, how could someone as kind as her outmaneuver a lunatic?"

"No! Can't the Song family keep Song Beiyou locked up in a mental hospital forever?"

"How shameless! She couldn't wait to become a mistress as soon as she was discharged from the hospital."

"Qin Shuhao, please take good care of our Wanbao."

"You're insane! Get out of here!"

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All sorts of insults and criticisms were directed at Song Beiyou.

Before long, Song Nanwan's aunt, Song Jinru, a famous actress who was filming a movie in France, even made a special appearance on Weibo to show her support.

Song Jinru's Weibo post reads: "Wanwan is a child I watched grow up. She is kind, beautiful, and talented. She and Qin Shuhao are a perfect match, like a match made in heaven."

I will always support my beloved Wanwan!

The fact that Song Beiyou and Song Nanwan's aunts, both renowned actresses, had come out only intensified the criticism.

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The person involved, Song Beiyou, had no idea that he would be trending on social media as soon as he returned to Beijing.

Just then, after taking a hot bath, she received a phone call.

The caller was Ji Congzhi, the president of Imperial University and a highly respected literary figure in China.

Song Beiyou answered the call.

Ji Congzhi's hoarse but still strained voice rang out, "Little one, Youyou."

Song Beiyou tossed the blanket Duan Yao had given her into the washing machine and added laundry detergent pods. "Have you been smoking again lately?"

That voice was simply unbearable to listen to.

"No, no, there isn't any..." Ji Congzhi said guiltily.

A "tsk" came from Song Beiyou's mouth, "At your age, don't ruin your lungs."

Ji Congzhi was flexible, adaptable, and could even act coquettishly. "Oh, Youyou, my Youyou."

This is the last time, really the last time!

Song Beiyou walked into the living room and got goosebumps when he heard these words. "Ouch, that's enough."

Let's get down to business.

Ji Congzhi switched gears in a second, "Kid, I've got everything ready for you. When can you start school?"

Song Beiyou sat down on the sofa. "What's your major?"

Ji Congzhi said, "We have everything, you can choose whatever you want, as long as you're willing to come."

Song Beiyou smiled faintly, "I will go."

This was one of the reasons she returned to Beijing; she wanted to experience campus life again.

To make up for the regrets of the past many years.

Upon hearing this, Ji Congzhi suppressed his overwhelming joy and asked, "So, what do you think? Finance, simultaneous interpretation, clinical medicine, or advanced mathematics?"

Song Beiyou blurted out, "You decide."

"Okay, Monday the day after tomorrow, you can report for duty."

This ends the call.

Ji Congzhi was still in his office at the Imperial University at this hour. The moment he hung up the phone, he exclaimed, "Hahahaha!"

I'm going to post this on WeChat and brag about it.

Laughter echoed through the sky, while the assistant was dozing nearby.

He jolted awake, opened his eyes, and jumped up. "What's going on? Payday?"

Ji Congzhi handed the documents in front of him to his assistant, saying, "I'm happier than when I got paid. My kid is coming to school!"

The assistant's eyes remained wide open. Everyone knew that President Ji of the Imperial University had dedicated himself to the cause of education in China and was about to retire, yet he was still unmarried and childless.

Suddenly a baby appeared?

"You secretly got married without telling me? And you have a child?" the assistant asked.

Ji Congzhi: "You can't have kids if you're not married? Really?"

After saying that, he became serious and said, "Help this student, Song Beiyou, arrange a place for him."

The assistant then became serious. "Okay, first pair, right?"

Ji Congzhi shook his head. "No! No way."

A freshman might be a bit too naive for her, so let her transfer to the third year, the computer science department.

"She's a top student at our university; I think she enjoys tinkering with code."

The assistant knew that Principal Ji would never act haphazardly, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will handle it well."

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After hanging up the phone, before Song Beiyou could even take a sip of water, the phone rang again.

It is Jia Buxiu.

It's already past midnight, and a call at this hour must mean something urgent.

It really is.

As soon as the call connected, Jia Buxiu immediately launched into a tirade: "You, you've really infuriated me!"

You've only been back in Beijing for one day, and you're already trending on social media.

I don't know who had nothing better to do than spread rumors that you were a mistress.

I'm speechless and laughing.

Even if sows learned to climb trees, you could never be a mistress!

Is it really necessary to call Qin Shuhao and Song Nanwan's mistress a crime?

Qin Shuhao is a mama's boy.

"Oh?" Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow.

This is quite novel; I've never encountered anything like this before.

Jia Buxiu said, "I'll go find out who it is. I'll never let him get away with this."

Song Beiyou walked to the tea bar and poured himself a glass of water. "No need to check, it's Song Nanwan."

Even a fool would know it was her.

"Your sister?!" Jia Buxiu asked.

After asking the question, they exploded again, shouting, "You heartless and ungrateful wretch!"

Even a dog knows to wag its tail at you, but your own sister keeps stabbing you in the back for no reason.

"You get some rest. Be ruthless when necessary in the Song family. I'll handle the online issues for you."

"No need." Song Beiyou took a sip of water and gave a wry smile. "I'm at Jinxiu Manor."

Jia Buxiu paused for three seconds, then said with certainty, "Damn!"

The Song family really bullied you on your first day back home.

Otherwise, Song Beiyou wouldn't have been in such a hurry to leave.

After a wry smile, Song Beiyou said calmly and indifferently, "You have to pay for bullying me."

His tone carried a hint of grievance.

With those words from her, Jia Buxiu felt relieved. Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with her.

Previously, Song Beiyou still held onto a last shred of kinship. The past 12 hours were a dividing line; after that, he probably wouldn't anymore.

The next second, Song Beiyou instructed him, "Check Qin Zheng'an's contact information."

Qin Zheng'an is the grandfather of the veiled fiancé.

She needs to contact him after daybreak.

He's the perfect person to handle all those messy rumors on the internet.

Jia Buxiu understood, "Okay."

He had a wide network of connections and was very capable. Not long after the call ended, he sent Qin Zheng'an's contact information to Song Beiyou.

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The topic of "Song Beiyou is a mistress" continues to circulate online.

Moreover, it is getting worse and worse.

Those brainless fans seem to never sleep; they can go on a rant all night long.

Song Beiyou rarely strained himself internally, and instead focused on getting some rest and sleep.

The Song family is different.

Early in the morning, a large group of reporters were waiting at the villa entrance, wanting to interview the Song family about Song Beiyou's interference in Qin Shuhao and Song Nanwan's relationship.

Old Madam Song was the first to come out of the room, looking outside, "What's going on so early in the morning?"

Song He'an, Su Jingxian, Song Nanwan, and Song Dongyang were also awakened by the commotion downstairs and came down from upstairs.

"Why is it so noisy?" Song He'an asked.

Song Dongyang yawned. "What else could it be? That lunatic is trending on social media."

Serves her right; that marriage contract was far beyond her means.

Song Nanwan didn't speak, but pursed her lips.

Song He'an and Su Jingxian quickly grabbed their phones to see what was going on.

Upon seeing this, Song He'an was enraged, his eyes blazing with fury.

They believe that Song Beiyou's return has brought negative news to the Song family.

He raised his voice, "Uncle Chen, where is Uncle Chen?"

Uncle Chen just came back from outside. He had been looking for Song Beiyou since midnight and hadn't even closed his eyes for a moment.

He rushed over, "Sir."

Su Jingxian then remembered that she had asked Uncle Chen to look for Song Beiyou before going to bed last night. "Uncle Chen, where is Beiyou?"

"Found it?"

Uncle Chen shook his head. "No."

After saying that, he quickly added, "However, a deliveryman brought over a file bag, and the sender is Miss."

Song He'an frowned as he took the file and tore it open. "What's all this secrecy about?"

The next second, he took out a bank card and a piece of paper from inside.

Several people gathered around from behind.

On the white paper were several large, flowing characters: "My living expenses for the past thirteen years have remained untouched, all in this card!"

From now on, we owe each other nothing!

Signed: Song Beiyou!