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

It is early winter, with long days and short nights.

The clock had just struck six when the last few rays of sunset faded away.

Instead, neon lights flashed and countless homes were lit up.

Half an hour later, at the Duan family's old residence.

On Madam Duan's 80th birthday, the house was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the atmosphere was joyous.

As the most esteemed matriarch in the capital, many people would surely want to share in the joy and curry favor with her on her 80th birthday.

However, Madam Duan was a low-key person and did not invite many people to the banquet; they were all people who were close to the Duan family.

However, there were quite a few people, and the Duan family's old house was filled with laughter and joy.

Because of the cold weather, the birthday banquet was held in the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is also quite grand, with tall marble pillars and antique chandeliers.

A wide selection of fine wines, a variety of prepared buffet dishes, cake towers, and uniformed servers...

It is sophisticated yet warm and festive.

Before the birthday celebrant even made his appearance, many elegantly dressed guests had already arrived, being greeted by Duan Yuan, the madam's biological daughter.

Duan Yuan suffered a lot of anger because of Song Nanwan's previous incident.

Now that Song Nanwan is in prison, Qin Shuhao has proposed to study abroad away from Beijing. She is in a much better mood and is trying her best to keep a low profile, just like her biological mother.

She was talking to a member of a collateral branch of the Duan family, exuding elegance and poise.

The elegant lady beside her asked, "Ah Yuan, why hasn't Duan Yao come over yet?"

The noblewoman was Duan Yuan and Duan Yao's cousin-in-law.

Duan Yuan smiled broadly, "Sister-in-law, he seems to have just gotten off the plane, he'll probably be a little late."

"It's alright, we won't wait for him. It wouldn't be surprising if he didn't come."

Duan's cousin nodded, "That's true, he's very busy every day."

But Ah Yao is getting on in years, isn't it time for him to get married?

I wonder if he has a woman he likes?

Could he already have someone he likes? I've vaguely heard about a woman bringing him snacks from the Duan family business.

Duan Yuan was momentarily dazed.

She had heard about this before and even found out that it was Song Beiyou.

Duan Yao has no one else but Song Beiyou in his heart.

Duan Yuan felt guilty towards Song Beiyou, firstly because she had misunderstood her before, and secondly because she had saved her two children.

Hearing this name still feels quite unpleasant.

If a woman who was once engaged to her son were to actually become her brother's wife, she would be the subject of ridicule and gossip.

Of course, if Duan Yao insisted on having it, she seemed to have no choice.

I don’t know what’s so good about Song Beiyou. Her own brother, mother, nephew, and now her own daughter all favor her.

Some time ago, I thought that Bai Mengyan, the top socialite and big star in Beijing, would be able to make some efforts, since it's not something to hide that she likes Duan Yao.

I never expected her to be so pretty but useless.

Impressed!

Not wanting to talk about Song Beiyou, I thought for a moment and was about to change the subject when a familiar, clear female voice rang out from behind, "Sister Yuan, aunts, uncles and great-aunts."

Duan Yuan's eyes lit up, and she turned her head.

Instantly, she couldn't contain her joy, "Oh my, Yueyue, how come you, a key protected individual of the national team, have time to come?"

Behind them stood a tall, well-proportioned woman in a white satin halter dress, her skin fair and healthy.

Her hair was shoulder-length and her facial features were three-dimensional, exquisite, and flawless.

With a radiant smile and an air of scholarly refinement, she embodies the ideal of a dreamlike, serene beauty.

The other members of the Duan family nearby also cheered.

This is Lou Yue, the adopted daughter of Old Madam Duan. Her status, abilities, and career are incomparable to those women in Beijing's social circles who only know how to put on makeup.

They all greeted each other warmly.

"Oh, Lou Yue, it's been a long time!"

"Yueyue, you've become even more beautiful since I last saw you."

Lou Yue didn't lose herself in the praise. She smiled calmly and said, "It's been a long time, everyone. Thank you."

His words and actions were also impeccable.

Duan Yuan stepped forward, skillfully took her hand, and began to chat about everyday things.

Lou Yue didn't ask anything else, but asked how Old Madam Duan was doing lately and why she hadn't come out yet.

She said she wanted to go find her first and meet her.

Duan Yuan glanced at the time. "The old man is particular about auspicious times. He said it would start at 6:50."

There are 10 minutes left, almost there.

"It's been so long, Yueyue, chat with me a bit more, then we'll go see her later."

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Madam Duan's bedroom.

The makeup artist is curling the last strand of her hair.

Duan Yu was playing on his phone, while Qin Shuyao was helping the makeup artist.

Madam Duan kept having WeChat voice messages with Song Beiyou and Duan Yao.

They kept asking where this was going and where that was going.

Only after making sure one arrives quickly and the other has already disembarked can I confidently look up at myself in the mirror.

The birthday celebrant is naturally dressed in festive attire.

Wearing a maroon, modern Chinese-style top, she looked like a bright and cheerful red envelope, with a kind and gentle expression.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction and then called Duan Yu and Qin Shuyao over.

Duan Yu, "What kind of milk?"

Qin Shuyao, "What's wrong, Grandma?"

Madam Duan pulled them closer, and the three of them huddled together as if they were talking about something terrible, "Youyou and that boy haven't been acting right lately."

I'm telling you, it's time for you two to step up your game. Whether they end up together depends on how hard you both work.

Did you all remember the key points I told you last night?

Duan Yu and Qin Shuyao nodded in unison.

Outside the old house, the sky grew darker and darker.

The Duan family made ample preparations, setting up a small stage where a well-known male and female singing duo were performing a warm-up song.

More and more guests arrived, gathering in twos and threes to chat about everything under the sun and gossip.

With only five minutes left before the birthday banquet began, Jia Buxiu arrived in his flashy green sports car with Song Beiyou in tow.

The two got out of the car at the same time, and Duan Yu specially ran out from inside to greet them.

He first nodded to Jia Buxiu to show goodwill, and then looked at Song Beiyou, "My benefactor, you've finally arrived."

As he said this, he took a closer look and exclaimed, "Wow! My benefactor, are you planning to steal the show with your beauty?"

Song Beiyou carefully took the gift he was going to give to Old Madam Duan and handed it to the maid who was in charge of collecting gifts.

He looked down at himself and thought, "That's an exaggeration."

Jia Buxiu chimed in, "No exaggeration, she's just beautiful without even realizing it. Hehe!"

It's absolutely true, not an exaggeration at all.

Today, Song Beiyou was wearing a light green halter-neck dress of unknown brand.

This color is one that most people wouldn't dare to try casually; it's extremely difficult to pull off and can look particularly tacky if not worn properly.

Her advantage lies in her snow-white skin; wearing such an outfit not only doesn't look bad, but it actually enhances her beauty.

The waist details are also handled very well, with a slight cinching that accentuates the already slender waistline, making its proportions look absolutely beautiful.

With her waist-length hair gathered up and secured with a hairpin, revealing her smooth swan neck and a pair of fair and delicate arms, she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Like a dream!

There were quite a few people near the parking lot, and almost all of them were secretly casting their gazes at her.