Song Yuwei left the abandoned chemical plant, rolled her wheelchair, and hailed a taxi at the intersection.
The taxi driver was very helpful; seeing that she was in a wheelchair, he helped her into the car and then folded up the wheelchair to put it in the trunk.
"Thank you, Master."
The helpful driver glanced in the rearview mirror and chuckled, "Young lady, aren't you that internet celebrity who's been throwing money around online? Hahaha, every time I open my phone, it's all about you. Every friend and relative around me is talking about you!"
Song Yuwei was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected her popularity to be so widespread that even middle-aged people who looked to be over fifty and had a lot of gray hair at their temples already knew about her.
"Oh, yes."
The driver started the car, turned the corner, and then said, "Young lady, you're so rich, how come your leg is so inconvenient? Haven't you gone for treatment?"
Song Yuwei understood that her master was concerned about her, so she shook her head.
"It's incurable."
The driver couldn't help but sigh, "Ah! No matter how rich you are, health is still the most important thing!"
Song Yuwei took a car to Zhao Yunye's company, downstairs at Yunxuan Group.
After paying, she sat in her wheelchair and entered Yunxuan Group.
Upon arriving at the company's front desk, Song Yuwei said, "I'm looking for Zhao Yunye."
The receptionist sized her up. "What do you want with our chairman?"
Yesterday, Song Yuwei specifically instructed Zhao Yunye to keep the news under wraps and minimize the number of people who know she is his daughter. The fewer people who know, the better.
If someone posts about it on the media or social media, you must take immediate action to get it deleted.
The receptionist clearly didn't know who she was.
"Please convey this to Zhao Yunye; he'll know what I'm planning to do."
Just as Song Yuwei finished speaking, the elevator not far away dinged, and she turned her head to look.
Zhao Yunye and several senior executives of the group were surrounded by a group of media reporters as they walked out of the elevator.
"Mr. Zhao, are you planning to expand your company and, incidentally, get involved in the entertainment industry? Why are there rumors that you've recently been in contact with people in this field?"
"Mr. Zhao, are you about to open an entertainment company?"
"Mr. Zhao, there's a rumor that..."
The reporters kept asking questions, which gave Zhao Yunye a headache. Just as he was about to answer something, he suddenly looked up and saw Song Yuwei at the front desk.
Instantly, his eyes lit up several degrees!
"Female... Yuwei! What brings you here?"
Yesterday, Song Yuwei specifically instructed him not to call her daughter in public, but to just call her by her name.
He almost accidentally shouted it out!
The reporters followed his gaze and froze for a few seconds after seeing Song Yuwei.
Immediately, they swarmed forward like wolves seeing sheep.
"Ahhh! You're that beautiful, rich woman who's been showering the internet with money?!"
"Our colleagues went to great lengths to find you and couldn't get in touch with you for an interview. We never expected to see you here!!!"
"Beautiful rich woman! How did you get so much money? And what's your purpose in giving away money all over the internet?"
"Beautiful and wealthy woman, do you have any projects coming to Yunxuan Group? Do you have any cooperation plans with us?"
Song Yuwei felt she didn't have time to answer; her ears were already being filled with their questions.
"Forehead……"
She pressed her temples. "I did come to Yunxuan Group on some business."
At this moment, the receptionist, unaware of what had happened, scratched her head and reported to Zhao Yunye, "Chairman, this lady says she wants to see you."
Zhao Yunye nodded vigorously, his excitement evident in his eyes. "Haha, Yuwei, it's so great that you can come to the company! Come on, I'll take you upstairs to have a look!"
Zhao Yunye was too lazy to pay attention to the group of reporters, mainly because they had a press conference on the second floor today, otherwise they wouldn't have been surrounded by reporters for no reason.
An excited female reporter held up an interview sign. Her journalistic instincts alerted her to a hint of gossip; she sensed a potentially significant scoop was about to be revealed!
He then reached out forcefully, "Mr. Zhao! What is your relationship with this beautiful, wealthy woman? She seems to be much older than you! And why is she in a wheelchair?"
Other reporters weren't about to be outdone, and they immediately started asking all sorts of random, speculative questions...
"She's young and beautiful, looks like she's in her early twenties, where did she get so much money?"
"Mr. Zhao, you two don't seem to have a normal relationship. With such a large age gap, are you related?"
"If they are relatives, why were you so excited when you saw this young lady, as if you had seen her...?"
Song Yuwei pressed her throbbing temples again. From her past life to the present, what she feared most was reporters!
She's really going to break down!
"Um, let me explain. I am Zhao Yunye's daughter, and we have no other relationship."
To keep these wildly imaginative reporters from speculating wildly, she simply told the truth and revealed the information herself.
To avoid any unnecessary scandals or trouble in the future because of this matter.
These words shocked everyone present.
A murmur rippled through the crowd, with some quick-witted individuals already excitedly pressing for answers:
"Really? Are you really Mr. Zhao's daughter?"
"But according to rumors, President Zhao has no children and has never revealed any children over the years. So where did you come from? Are you President Zhao's illegitimate daughter who has been living away from home?"
"If you are an illegitimate child, why hasn't President Zhao acknowledged you all these years?"
Song Yuwei gritted her teeth, her temples trembling violently as if they were about to burst through the skin!
"I understand you reporters have a lot of questions, but can you please stop making baseless guesses from a dirty perspective? Does every daughter have to be an illegitimate child? Can't she be born legitimately? Does having a daughter mean it has to be revealed at birth, and if it's revealed later, then it's not legitimate?"
Her few powerful words silenced the reporters, leaving them speechless and unable to ask any further questions.
Song Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief, then tilted her head. "It's just that my dad is low-key and doesn't want me to be influenced by the outside world. I'm saying this myself today because I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense."
After saying that, she rolled her wheelchair towards the elevator.
Zhao Yunye hurriedly followed, "Come, come, daughter, let me push you!"
Once they reached the top floor, Zhao Yunye pushed her straight to his office.
Zhao Yunye's office was incredibly spacious, large, and bright, with an excellent location where the first rays of morning sunlight shone directly onto his glass.
His office didn't have many books or calligraphy and paintings, but it did have a lot of antique vases from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. They looked quite old, and just by guessing, you could tell they were priceless items.
"Daughter, what brings you to the company?"
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