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

When Song Nanwan leaned closer, she read those words aloud.

Several people looked at each other in unison, their faces full of questions and disbelief.

Firstly, the calligraphy on this paper is so vigorous and flowing, it's as if it were written by a master calligrapher.

Secondly, it is absolutely impossible for a 19-year-old woman to return a bank card that has remained untouched for thirteen years.

Thirdly, and most importantly, they noticed the sender's address on the courier bag: Jinxiu Villa, a place where the powerful and wealthy reside.

So, in the next instant, they all shook their heads in denial, "How could that be?"

Uncle Chen sneered inwardly, "My wife and I opened this bank card. It's easy to check."

A moment later, at Uncle Chen's suggestion, all the bank statements from the past few years were printed out.

When the detailed bills showing only income and no expenditure over the past thirteen years were revealed to everyone, the room fell silent once again.

Su Jingxian felt unwell. "How could this be?"

How has Bei You managed all these years?

Song Nanwan comforted her, "It's alright, Mom. Didn't my sister come back safe and sound?"

Song He'an examined the express delivery bag repeatedly, looking at the address of Jinxiu Villa on it, "Then this address..."

Could she be living there?

What he was thinking was also what Old Madam Song was pondering.

Song Dongyang's words extinguished the various thoughts in everyone's minds: "Have you all forgotten that Song Beiyou is a liar?"

"Can't Qingshuihe offer free meals and lodging without spending any money?"

"this......"

In the crowd, someone was about to speak when Old Madam Song gave an order, "Alright, let's not worry about Bei You for now. If she doesn't want to come back, she doesn't have to. She'll come home eventually if she gets tired of playing or runs into trouble."

There are still so many reporters waiting at the entrance.

Let's deal with them for now.

Nanwan and Dongyang, you two siblings, don't worry about anything else. Your grades are the most important thing. Pack your things and go back to school.

The children of our Song family must value education and academic qualifications.

Song Nanwan was looking for an opportunity to leave, "Okay."

Everyone started doing their jobs, and Su Jingxian took her two children back to school.

Song He'an went back to his room to tidy himself up before facing the reporters.

His public statement was just this, only one sentence.

Qin Shuhao and Song Nanwan have known each other since childhood; they are childhood sweethearts, and their relationship is currently very good.

Song He'an believed that he should take into account his relationship with the Qin family, and made no mention of Song Beiyou.

But it is precisely because of this that visiting reporters have started to speculate and inject their personal emotions.

The trending topic about "Song Beiyou being a third party" had just subsided a bit last night, but now it's exploded again.

......

Jia Buxiu called Song Beiyou early in the morning to complain about the trending topics, saying that he couldn't help but take them down.

Unexpectedly, Song Beiyou stopped him after watching Song He'an's interview, saying, "Wait a little longer, I will handle it properly."

Jia Buxiu gritted his teeth and said, "Fine."

After saying that, before hanging up the phone, "Old Ji posted on his WeChat Moments to brag that you were going to study at Beijing University."

How about it? I'll treat you to a welcome-back dinner tonight.

Shall we go to a bar?

The one under my company is extremely safe.

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow. She had never been to a bar before and was curious. "Okay."

Jia Buxiu was overjoyed. "She really agreed!"

Oh my god! Wait for me, I have to pick you up in my coolest car tonight.

Song Beiyou hung up the phone with a smile.

On the table in front of her was a tablet computer, on which Song He'an's interview was playing repeatedly.

After looking at it for a while, she unlocked her phone and found Qin Zheng'an's contact number that Jia Buxiu had found for her last night.

Dial out.

......

The weather is exceptionally nice today.

Before it got completely dark, the sky was filled with the glow of sunset.

Because the only luggage containing clothes was left at the Song family's house, Song Beiyou went out and bought several new outfits.

After getting home, I cut off the tags and put the clothes into the washer-dryer combo.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Song Beiyou walked out of the residential compound wearing a black fitted short-sleeved T-shirt and black fitted trousers.

Nineteen years old, the prime of life.

A simple outfit is always sophisticated and timeless, highlighting her shapely figure.

Fearing that black would be too monotonous, they applied a vibrant lip gloss to her fair skin.

This is the only cosmetic product available.

Black clothes, red lips, almost waist-length black hair, long legs...

It's stylish with a touch of sexiness.

Outside the gate of Jinxiu Villa, a bright green sports car with its hazard lights flashing was parked on the side of the road.

The moment Song Beiyou stepped out of the residential compound, the door of the flashy green sports car opened, and a young man with dyed silver hair ran out.

He is Jia Buxiu.

Not only is he rich, good-looking, and has a strong personality, but he also has a powerful background and an excellent business mind.

He could move freely between the legitimate and criminal worlds.

It is also highly sought after and loved by young women in Beijing's elite circles.

When he saw Song Beiyou, he waved a small flag that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, "Youyou, Youyou, welcome to me, You!"

"I yo, I yo, yo yo check it out!"

Many people were jogging at the entrance of Jinxiu Villa at night, and they all turned their attention to Jia Buxiu.

He then turned to Song Beiyou.

Song Beiyou, “…”

Is it too late to back out and go home now?

It was obviously too late.

Jia Buxiu stepped forward, took her hand, and dragged her into the flashy green sports car.

With a loud bang, it sped away.

The night view of Beijing is dazzling and colorful, with neon lights overflowing and revealing a decadent and extravagant atmosphere.

A moment later, the flashy green sports car stopped in front of a bar called "Rest".

Anyone with a brain knows that the name "Xiuxiu" belongs to Jia Buxiu.

Despite its somewhat rustic name, this bar is one of the top bars in Beijing, a high-end venue favored by fashionable young people.

By this time, its entrance was already lined with luxury cars.

Jia Buxiu led Song Beiyou out of the car. "How is it, You? This is the place. Not bad, right?"

Song Beiyou looked up at the two artistic characters "Xiuxiu" at the entrance of the bar, and his lips twitched slightly. "It's pretty good, and the name is quite down-to-earth."

"Hehe." Jia Buxiu couldn't help but smile. "I knew it, my taste is really impeccable."

Come on, I'll take you inside.

Song Beiyou nodded.

The two walked side by side, the handsome man and beautiful woman attracting many glances.

Everyone knows Jia Buxiu.

It was Song Beiyou, so unfamiliar and charming, that made Jia Buxiu so obsequious.

She immediately attracted the attention of passersby, who began to speculate about her identity.

Who is this beautiful woman?

With that figure and those looks, could she be a celebrity?

"I didn't see Jia Buxiu with her; she might be his girlfriend."

"Bullshit! Whether Jia Buxiu is male or female is still a mystery."

I've never seen any girl with him.

......

Some of the voices were quite loud and reached the ears of Song Beiyou and Jia Buxiu.

Song Beiyou ignored these words, and Jia Buxiu glared at him angrily and rolled his eyes, and they both shut up.

Inside the bar.

The lighting was dim and yellowish.

It's not one of those noisy bars, but a quiet bar with a sophisticated ambiance.

A singer is performing on stage, her voice clear and melodious, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

On the right side of the stage, in the private seating area, sat two or three young noblemen.

Among them, Qin Shuhao is the one who looks refined and handsome.

He held a glass of red wine in his hand and sipped it with practiced elegance.

The two people sitting opposite him were his usual friends, both third-year computer science students at Beijing University.

Fu Ming: "Young Master Qin, aren't you going to spend today with School Beauty Song?"

The other one is Li Yi. "I'll spend time with you tomorrow, Monday, when I go back to Imperial University. It's rare to have some leisure time to myself, right, Young Master Qin?"

Qin Shuhao remained silent, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Fu Ming suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Young Master Qin, is it true that the rumors circulating online about you and Song, the school beauty, being cheated on by a third party?"

Was the person who interfered in the relationship Song, the school beauty's older sister, who was sent to a mental hospital years ago?

Qin Shuhao's face fell when he heard this.

I immediately wanted to refute something.

But before he could even speak, Li Yi, sitting opposite him, suddenly had his eyes light up and exclaimed excitedly, "Holy crap! A true gem!"