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Chapter 229 This, is this not Miss Song?

Yan Li continued, "Third Master, you haven't forgotten about this, have you?"

"Oh?" Duan Yao said casually.

Yan Li smiled wryly; it seemed that their Third Master had indeed forgotten about this matter.

He added, "Third Master, the Han family is a top-tier conglomerate in Gao Country. Their conglomerates control everything. I think..."

Before he could finish speaking, he said, "He's gone. Go back soon."

You may stay here.

Gao Guohan knew of the family, and Han Zhenying, who had passed away not long ago, was his close friend despite their age difference.

However, he hadn't seen Song Beiyou for several days and missed her terribly, so he had to hurry back to Jinxiu Manor.

Yan Li, “…”

In the end, it was he, the working class, who bore the brunt of it all.

Later, Duan Yao really only stayed for a few minutes before leaving, leaving Yan Li alone.

Even without Duan Yao, Yan Li remained popular. After all, he was the top special assistant in the capital, and currying favor with him was no different than currying favor with his boss.

In just a short while, Yan Li received a large stack of business cards.

Some entrepreneurs who were particularly eager to get close to the Duan family conglomerate even brought up their daughters, saying, "Assistant Yan, let me introduce my daughter to you."

"You are such a handsome man, you would be perfect to be my son-in-law."

Yan Li, “???”

Good guy!

Such a good thing? Well then, this soon-to-be 30-year-old single guy won't hold back.

Yan Lile was delighted to receive another stack of business cards.

Mu Li'an also came to participate today. He was not far away when he saw Yan Li had some free time, so he came over to greet him.

“Yan Li.”

Yan Li put the business card down and looked at the newcomer, "Oh, Mr. Mu."

Mu Lian looked around. "Where's Duan Yao? Why are you the only one here?"

Yan Li: "Hey, my Third Master went back to see Miss Song."

Upon hearing Song Beiyou's name, Mu Li'an's eyes darkened.

Since the day Song Beiyou left the Mu family, he has never seen her again, and she doesn't reply to his messages.

I wonder what she's been doing these days, and whether she's doing well.

"Has Bei You been at home these past few days?" Mu Li'an asked.

Yan Li shook his head, "No, Miss Song went back to Qingshuihe a few days ago."

I just got back to Beijing today.

"Back to Qingshuihe?" Mu Li'an's heart clenched upon hearing this.

I reckon she was heartbroken by the Mu family, otherwise she wouldn't have run back to Qingshuihe.

After all, she had long heard that the Qingshui River was the place where Song Beiyou had gone before, and that there were people of great importance to her there.

It seems I need to find a day to talk to Song Beiyou alone.

Tell her that he, Mu Li'an, is different from his father, mother, and grandfather; his heart belongs to her, and he loves her.

Yan Li didn't think much of it and said, "Yes."

After saying that, seeing that the time was almost up, but the head of the top conglomerate in Gaoguo, the Han family, had not yet arrived, he prepared to tell Mu Li'an that he would also leave early.

Just then, a rustling sound came from outside the gate.

Gradually, the sound grew louder and louder.

Faintly, one could hear many whispers, "Who is this? What a big commotion!"

"That woman looks so familiar, but for a second I can't remember who she is?"

"It looks like Song Beiyou, right? Is it her?"

"It looks like her, but I'm sure this person isn't her. I've studied Song Beiyou, and her eye and lip shapes don't look like that."

That's not how she acts either.

Judging from her height, Song Beiyou, with shoes on, is probably around 1.7 meters tall. This woman in front of me is quite tall in heels, but with my incredibly sharp eyes, I can tell she's about 1.68 meters.

"Who's prettier? Can we even decide who's prettier?"

"They feel different. This one is more fiery and glamorous, while Song Beiyou seems to have a more versatile style, more comfortable and sophisticated, and can be both salty and sweet."

More and more people are watching.

Yan Li craned his neck but couldn't see anything; he only heard someone talking about Song Beiyou.

This prompted him to ask Mu Li'an, who was standing nearby, with a gossipy air, "Young Master Mu, have you heard anyone talking about our Miss Song?"

Mu Li'an nodded. He had indeed heard it, and for a moment he even thought that Song Beiyou had come.

However, like Yan Li, he couldn't see who was coming because there were many people ahead.

Not wanting to waste too much time, the two said a few words and prepared to leave.

However, before he could finish speaking, the crowd on the side parted, and a particularly large group of people entered the venue.

This group included bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses, as well as a female assistant carrying a handbag.

Seeing this spectacle, Yan Lizhi exclaimed, "Wow, whose house is this? They've set up such a tacky display; anyone who didn't know better would think it was the emperor on an inspection tour."

Mu Lian added, "It could be the Han family of Gao Guo. I heard they've already made a full-scale entry into the Chinese market..."

Before the last word was finished, Mu Li'an froze on the spot, staring intently at the direction behind Yan Li.

"this......"

Then, Mu Lian let out an incredulous sound.

"What's wrong?" Yan Li noticed that Mu Li'an's expression suddenly turned strange, turned his head, and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Yan Li covered his mouth. "This... isn't Miss Song?"

It looks like something, but it doesn't. Who is this?

After that incredulous exclamation, Mu Lian said with certainty, "This is not Youyou, absolutely not."

Even though he rarely saw Song Beiyou, he could still remember her every detail and temperament from that one glance.

The one in front of me doesn't look like her at all; she just looks about six or seven points similar to his sister!

Even with only a six or seven-tenths resemblance, he felt an intense aversion to this woman who had suddenly appeared.

There's no reason why I feel disgusted.

From the crowd, the organizer of tonight's banquet ran out, his attitude extremely respectful, "Miss Han, oh my, Miss Han, you've finally arrived!"

I've been waiting for you for ages, I thought you weren't coming.

The organizer's two sentences made it clear to everyone.

The fact that someone with the surname Han can command such respect from the organizers is something only the top conglomerate in Gao Guo, the Han family, could do.

After all, the organizers had previously claimed that Duan Yao was not the only person attending the business meeting tonight; the Han family, one of the top conglomerates in Gaoguo, would also be there.

Now that Duan Yao has gone back, only Miss Han is left at the scene.

This is none other than the legendary only daughter of the tycoon. After the tycoon's death, all his enormous assets fell into the hands of this only daughter, Han Xinyue.

In other words, the stunningly beautiful young lady in front of you is the richest person in Gao Guo, without exception.

Instantly, everyone's eyes lit up when they looked at this Miss Han.

This Miss Han glanced at the people in front of her with an arrogant look, and said in fluent Chinese, "Hello everyone, I am Han Xinyue from Gaoguo."

This is my first time in China. Our Han family will be conducting more business in China in the future, so please give us your guidance.