As soon as the elevator arrived at the garage, the white car in the distance started flashing its lights.

Song Nuan squinted and looked closely; it was Xu Yiran's car.

She walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat. Just as she fastened her seatbelt, the car suddenly lurched forward, startling Song Nuan into gripping the seatbelt tightly and tensing up.

"Slow down!"

Xu Yiran's mouth sputtered like a machine gun, "If I'm a minute late, Old Man Xu will chop me into eight pieces, and then even you won't be able to save me..."

She suddenly remembered something and slapped her forehead in frustration.

"We should have invited Fang Yu along. She's a very good negotiator; she might have been able to persuade the old man. What a miscalculation!"

"She should still have time to call now."

As she spoke, Xu Yiran stretched out her body and reached for her bag.

Song Nuan felt a chill run down her spine and immediately pushed her hand back. "Big sister, you're still driving. You're not afraid of dying, but I am. I haven't lived enough yet. Please drive carefully."

Xu Yiran stuck out her tongue awkwardly.

"Then call Fang Yu and tell her to come to my house."

"No need to call her, I'll take care of it for you."

Hearing this, Xu Yiran's eyes welled up with tears. If she weren't driving, she would have rushed over and given Song Nuan a hug.

About ten minutes later.

The Xu family lives in the city center, not far away, but there is some traffic. The security in the upscale residential area is very strict. Xu Yiran's car was not registered with the owner, and she was questioned at the gate for a while before being allowed to pass.

After a few back and forths, almost ten minutes had passed before I rang the doorbell at my door.

The door lock opened automatically.

The door popped open a small crack.

Xu Yiran automatically stepped aside and stood behind Song Nuan, poking her waist with her finger and whispering, "You go in first, and remember to hide, there might be physical attacks."

"?"

Song Nuan's speechlessness was written all over her face. She couldn't do anything about Xu Yiran, so she gritted her teeth and went inside.

"Bang--"

Just as her left foot stepped through the door, a spherical object flew towards her. Song Nuan's eyes widened, and she froze for a second. Her body made an emergency evasive maneuver, and she dodged to the side a few feet.

Just then, something flew past her face, bringing with it a gust of wind that ruffled the hair at her temples.

Song Nuan dodged, but Xu Yiran wasn't so lucky.

The ball still hit her in the face before falling to the ground.

Xu Yiran covered half her face, howling in pain, "Have you no conscience at all—"

The next second, Mr. and Mrs. Xu appeared in front of them.

Xu Jiaming stared at Xu Yiran with a sinister look, while Xu's mother was pulling a suitcase. She let go, and Xu Jiaming kicked it, causing the suitcase to obediently slide towards Xu Yiran.

"No need to say more, your things are packed, now you can go back to England."

"I already said I wasn't going back, when have you ever taken my words to heart!" Xu Yiran angrily let go, revealing half of her swollen face.

When Xu's mother saw how badly he was injured, she couldn't bear it.

Xu Jiaming continued, "I asked your school, and you still have courses you haven't finished. Xu Yiran, you've really grown up; you even dare to skip school."

Song Nuan looked at Xu Yiran in surprise.

They haven't graduated yet?

She knew nothing about this; Xu Yiran had never mentioned it to her.

Seeing Song Nuan's expression, Xu Jiaming quickly added fuel to the fire, "Look, she's kept such a big thing from you, do you really want to be her advocate?"

Xu Yiran's face darkened.

A graduation certificate is a very important thing. Without a graduation certificate, Xu Yiran's years of hard work can be said to have been wasted. She spent hundreds of millions of yuan, but all she got was a bachelor's degree.

Song Nuan really wanted to ask her what was going on, but now was clearly not the right time to ask.

"Uncle Xu, there might be some other misunderstanding. Let's sit down and talk it over calmly. Don't be too hasty."

Xu Jiaming snorted and walked back to the living room to sit down.

There's room for negotiation.

Song Nuan winked at Xu Yiran, signaling her to follow.

Xu Yiran stood still.

"What are you doing?" Song Nuan pulled her, knowing she was unhappy, and advised, "You've worked so hard for so many years, I know you won't give up your master's degree certificate easily. Let's clear up any misunderstandings later."

Xu Yiran bit her lip and remained silent.

After pulling her to sit next to Xu's mother, Song Nuan was about to sit down when Xu Jiaming suddenly said to her, "Song Nuan, come with me for a moment, I have some questions for you."

Xu Yiran jumped up. "What are you going to do?"

Song Nuan patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay, you can chat with Auntie for a while."

Xu Yiran looked worried.

The Xu and Song families had never done business together, so the two had nothing to say to each other. The only thing they could talk about was Xu Yiran, as she was afraid that Xu Jiaming and Song Nuan would try to find out about her.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything," Song Nuan whispered in her ear.

Only then did Xu Yiran feel relieved enough to let her leave with Xu Jiaming.

The two went to the balcony.

Song Nuan spoke first, "Uncle Xu, there might be a misunderstanding about Yi Ran skipping school. Her grades have always been very good. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to apply to a foreign school. She could have just studied at a second-rate school in China, or even started working directly. There was no need for her to continue with postgraduate studies."

Xu Jiaming turned around, putting his hands behind his back, "I didn't want to talk to you about Yiran."

"What is that?"

Song Nuan was surprised and puzzled, because apart from Xu Yiran, she and Xu Jiaming had nothing else to talk about.

"May I ask your mother's surname?"

Now it was Song Nuan's turn to be wary. Why was Xu Jiaming asking about her mother out of the blue?

Does he know Du Fanyu?

The thought only lingered in Song Nuan's mind for a second before she immediately rejected it.

"Uncle Xu, why did you suddenly ask about my mother?"

Xu Jiaming understood her wariness, and he continued, "Is your surname Du?"

Song Nuan's eyes widened.

She didn't speak, but reacted even faster, telling Xu Jiaming the answer—Song Nuansheng's mother was indeed from the Du family.

"Do you know my mother?" Song Nuan asked, frowning.

"I don't know her." Xu Jiaming smiled. "There used to be a very beautiful woman in Liangcheng. I met her once. Her surname was Du. I thought you looked a bit like her last time, so I took the liberty of asking you today."

Song Nuan's lips twitched slightly, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You used to like my mother?"

Xu Jiaming pondered for a moment, "I wouldn't say I like her, but I admire her. She's beautiful and talented."

fortunately.

Song Nuan breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought it was her mother's past romantic entanglements, but thankfully it wasn't.

"Do you know where my mother is now?" Song Nuan knew this question was a bit presumptuous. "To be honest, she has been missing for a long time. If you have any news about her, please be sure to tell me."

Yes, it will.

The two chatted for a few more minutes. Song Nuan wanted to find out more about Du Fanyu, but unfortunately, Xu Jiaming had only seen her once from afar and had not had much contact with her. Even if he wanted to help, he was powerless to do so.

Song Nuan returned to the living room with a sense of helplessness.

Compared to her dejected state, Xu Yiran was much more cheerful. She was completely different from the resentful woman she had just been. She was chatting and laughing with her mother, and there was no trace of the tense atmosphere that had just been drawn.