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Song Qinghuan followed the address Song Lan sent to and arrived at an ancient teahouse. She didn't know if it was a coincidence or not, but from the window frame of Song Qinghuan's position, she saw the Hyatt Entertainment Company's building in the distance.

The two words, "Hyatt", were like a beacon that overshadowed the surrounding skyscrapers and overshadowed the other companies.

Before her aunt Song Lan arrived, Song Qinghuan had already ordered a pot of black tea for herself. Listening to the melodious zither song in the store, she looked through the window at the crowd below and elegantly drank the tea.

Suddenly, Song Qinghuan stopped drinking her tea. She suddenly raised her head and looked straight at the Hyatt Entertainment Company in the distance. She remembered!

The Young Master Li beside Song Shuyao was the second young master of the Hyatt Entertainment Company. One of the companies that had sent her a contract was the record company owned by Hyatt. After a scandal involving many of their artists, Song Mingxiu had successfully acquired a stake in Hyatt through his uncle's strings.

It was also because Song Shuiyao wanted to be a big star because Song Shuyao wanted to be one. However, Song Shuyao didn't have any talent that attracted her attention. After finding out that Jieyue wanted to sign Song Qinghuan, she once again directed her attention to Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan lightly tapped her fingers on the table as her mind chewed on the names of these three people.

"The airport is a bit congested. We've been waiting for too long."

The woman's slightly apologetic voice sounded out above Song Qinghuan's head. When she came back to her senses, she saw the smiling Lady Song Lan sitting across from her.

The receptionist handed the menu over to Song Lan. Song Lan didn't order any more tea but just added some pastries. Amongst them was the 'Red Bean Cake' that Song Qinghuan liked.

After finishing all this, the waiter went down. Song Lan leaned her elbows on the table and smiled as she raised her head. Her exquisite eyes carefully looked at the person in front of her and she finally smiled.

Song Lan who acted like this was unexpected to Song Qinghuan. In her memory, Song Lan didn't like her, nor Song Shuyao.

To be exact, Song Lan didn't like Xia Runan, even her daughter didn't like her.

"Aunt, have some tea." Although Song Qinghuan had some doubts in her heart, she did not show it. She obediently poured a cup of black tea from the purple clay teapot for Song Lan.

"Thank you." Song Lan sipped a mouthful of tea as she spoke with arrogance in her eyes, "Aren't you curious why I've asked you to come out?"

Song Qinghuan's eyes curved. Following Song Lan's words, she asked: "Then, why did you look for me?"

Song Lan put down the teacup and shook her head. "I should have discovered it long ago. The two of you are completely different." Saying this, Song Lan used her fingertip that had the color of corsage essence to pick up Song Qinghuan's lower jaw, "You are so much smarter than that stupid mother and daughter pair."

Song Qinghuan tilted her head and blinked at Song Lan. With a bashful expression, she said: "This is the first time my aunt has praised me."

Song Lan retracted her hand and pushed a brown folder in front of Song Qinghuan. She said with an unquestionable tone: "Take a look, you will be very interested."

Song Qinghuan did not hesitate and directly opened the folder. Inside the folder were the information about Xia Runan's pregnancy test, her and Song Shuyao's birth date, and a picture of Xia Ruannan mistreating the young Song Qinghuan...

All these facts pointed to one point, Song Qinghuan was not Xia Ruannan's daughter. Not only that, Song Qinghuan's real birth date was three days older than Song Shuiyao.

This time, Song Lan thought that she would be able to completely topple Xia Runan, but who would have known that this woman was too crafty. Song Lan thought that she would be able to completely overthrow Xia Runan, but who would know that this woman was too cunning.

Although Song Yuiming had cleared Xia Ruannan's suspicion, the old granny was not so easy to deal with. Therefore, when the old granny called Song Lan back to the country, Song Lan's ability to work was not any less than her two elder brothers'.

Song Lan had spent a great deal of human and financial resources to obtain this information, so when she saw this information, she could not believe her eyes.

"Your mother is the real Madam Song, and Xia Runan is just a mistress. Qing Huan, you've suffered so much for all these years." Song Lan softened her tone and began to play a love card with Song Qinghuan, "Don't worry, my aunt is back. With her protection, I will definitely not let this mother and daughter bully you."

The only thing that could be changed was that the smile on her face had disappeared. After the waiter brought all the refreshments over and left, Song Qinghuan let out a sigh of relief as she slowly leaned back on the carved chair and closed her eyes.

She thought to herself that she had made the right bet when she bet on Song Lan at the beginning. As long as Old Granny allowed Song Lan to return from abroad, then this Song Family would no longer be a place where Xia Runan could rule the sky by herself.

Song Lan paid attention to the girl in front of her from start to finish. She saw that Song Qinghuan's face had turned pale as her fingers that were holding the teacup were trembling and her eyes were drooping. This was unacceptable to anyone.

Song Qinghuan put the documents back into the file. She put the hair that was by her ear behind her ear and sipped a mouthful of black tea. She then placed the cup down and looked straight at Song Lan: "So, what do you want me to do?"

Song Lan smiled. She knew that Song Qinghuan, who was doted on by the old lady, was already standing by her side.

The two teacups clinked in midair and the two of them said in unison, "Happy cooperation."

Song Lan did not come to Wan Ning City just to meet with Song Qinghuan. She came here to discuss a project, so after confirming the alliance, Song Lan left after buying the bill.

Song Qinghuan ate the red bean cake and her mouth was filled with the fragrance of the red bean. The originally quiet environment was broken, and two middle-aged men and a woman sat down at the table next to her. After the two of them sat down, the man began to complain, and the lady's expression was not looking good.

"Calm down." The woman's voice was gentle. She poured a cup of cold tea and passed it over to the man.

After the man drank the tea, he was like a deflated ball as he said in a hoarse and tired voice," "Why don't we give up? We ran back and forth for a few months with great joy. In the end, even a mere employee like Gretchen can rely on her. I, I …

The woman shook her head, her smile still as gentle as ever. "I'm fine."

"It's all my fault. I was too conceited." The man ruthlessly rubbed his face. He looked dejectedly at the script that he had thrown on the table. Then he suddenly turned ruthless and was about to tear it apart. The woman immediately put down the teacup in her hand and rushed over to snatch it.

As they argued, the script flew over to Song Qinghuan's feet. Song Qinghuan bent over and picked it up, only to find that there were four words written on top of the script.