Shen Yao woke up when Da Tou carried her into the car.
When she opened her eyes, she noticed the man sitting in the driver's seat.
The man's body was mostly hidden by the backrest, and from her reclining position, all she could see was his large, well-defined hand resting on the car's armrest.
She was in Yan Qing's brother's car.
Subconsciously, she assumed that the person driving was Shen Yanqing.
She knew that he still cared about her a lot.
Upon seeing her faint, he abandoned that shameless woman and personally drove her to the hospital.
Thinking of this, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
Her gaze fell on the man's large hand, her eyes shimmering with tears.
"Brother Yanqing, I knew you still cared about me."
She called to him in a soft, sweet voice, and gently stroked the back of his hand twice with a soft, boneless hand, full of provocation.
Just as Da Tou was about to drive, he was startled by the deliberately clenched voice, and then a hand touched the back of his hand.
He froze, as if he had been burned, and quickly withdrew his hand, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at Shen Yao in the back seat with the eyes of someone looking at a pervert.
"Miss Chen... what are you doing? I'm not that kind of person."
Shen Yao's tender feelings crumbled the moment she saw Da Tou's dark face.
As it turns out, the person driving a luxury car isn't always a domineering CEO; they might also be his bodyguard.
"How could it be you? Where is Brother Yan Qing? You wouldn't be trying to take advantage of me while I'm unconscious, would you?"
Shen Yao sprang up from the back seat with a whoosh, her hands covering her chest, her face full of vigilance.
Big Head: "..."
Is Miss Shen crazy? She was the one who tried to take liberties with him just now, so why is she turning around and accusing him?
"Miss Shen, don't worry, I'm not interested in you."
If his boss hadn't told him to take her home, he wouldn't have bothered with this crazy woman.
His words seemed to provoke Shen Yao even more: "Are you blind? You're not interested in someone as beautiful as me?"
Big Head: "..."
Too lazy to argue with her, he simply stepped on the gas and sped off.
It's best to get rid of this kind of mentally unstable woman as soon as possible.
He drove at breakneck speed, almost like a race car driver.
Shen Yao, pale-faced, gripped the seatbelt tightly and screamed uncontrollably, "Ahhh... you stinky bodyguard, slow down!"
However, she soon couldn't shout anymore; the car was going too fast, and she was scared.
When the car stopped, Shen Yao felt a churning in her stomach and immediately rushed down to lean against a tree and vomited violently.
That damn bodyguard must have done it on purpose! Maybe that bitch Gu Baiwei instructed him to come and mess with me.
Yes, that must be it. Maybe Brother Yanqing originally wanted to come and see her off, but he got entangled with that woman.
A flash of resentment crossed her eyes. This shameless woman—she was determined to make her get out of Yan Qing's house and disappear from her sight forever.
A wicked plan quickly surfaced in her mind. Shen Yao curled her lips into a smile, took out her phone, and made a call.
A few days later, Gu Baiwei drove to the address given by Shen Xuan to attend the audition for the film crew.
She has been practicing and preparing at home for the past few days to prepare for this opportunity.
Just as she was about to reach her destination after turning a corner, she suddenly heard a woman's piercing cries.
"Please help me, he really isn't my husband."
Seeing that there wasn't much time left, Gu Baiwei didn't want to get involved, but when she inadvertently caught sight of the woman kowtowing to the people around her and begging for help, she instinctively stopped the car.
Two men and a woman are fighting over a child on the street.
“Honey, how could you be so heartless? We have to take our child to the hospital when she is sick. You can’t just let her fend for herself because you’re afraid of spending money.”
The middle-aged man shouted loudly, forcefully pulling on the woman's arm, trying to force her to let go.
At that moment, a slender, fair hand gripped his wrist: "Let go."
The man looked up and saw a beautiful, slender woman. He sized her up for a moment with ill intent, then put on a smile and said, "Beautiful lady, this is our family matter. I hope you won't meddle."
The woman holding the child looked at the helper as if she had seen a savior: "They are all human traffickers, please help me, I don't know them at all."
A malice flashed in the man's eyes, and he then winked at the old woman standing next to him.
The old lady immediately reached out her rough hands and grabbed the child's arm, roaring, "What kind of mother are you? Give me the child! The child is sick and she still goes out to fool around every day. Her father and I took her to see a doctor but she wouldn't let us. And she's still talking nonsense here. You can't be biased just because Yaya is a girl."
"That's not true. I don't know them at all, and my daughter's name isn't Yaya."
The woman cried out helplessly, her pleading eyes turning to Gu Baiwei, the only one willing to lend a helping hand.
The little girl, only a few months old, had arms as tender as lotus roots. The old woman roughly dragged her arm, and her arm immediately turned red. She burst into tears.
Gu Baiwei gripped the man's wrist tightly, refusing to let go: "You say you're the child's family, what proof do you have?"
The man and the old woman exchanged a glance, and the man immediately took out his phone, pulled out a photo, waved it in front of her, and then showed it to everyone: "Look, everyone, this is a family photo of my family, and this child is indeed my daughter."
People around immediately started talking: "This mother is outrageous. What kind of era is this? Why is she still so sexist?"
"Yes, yes, it's too heartless to refuse to treat your child if you're worried about the cost."
Others were indignant about Gu Baiwei's behavior: "She's making things worse by meddling in other people's family affairs. She's just being nosy."
Hearing the surrounding chatter, the woman looked at Gu Baiwei with a pale face, her eyes reddening even more: "These photos are fake, I really don't know them, please believe me."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the old woman forcefully snatched the crying child into her arms, her rough action belying that of a family member.
Moreover, even though the photo only flashed before her eyes for a moment, Gu Baiwei was certain almost immediately that it was fake.
The family in the picture looks very harmonious, but the faint lighting in the background is not handled well, and it is obviously a composite.
She grabbed the man's arm and raised her voice: "Since you say you are the child's relatives, can you tell me how many moles and birthmarks the child has?"
A flicker of panic crossed the man's eyes: "This...who has noticed this before?"
Gu Baiwei looked at the middle-aged woman beside her and asked, "Sister, do you know?"
The woman said without hesitation, "My daughter has moles on her back, shoulders, and wrists, and a birthmark on her buttocks..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly shoved Gu Baiwei hard, while the old lady took the opportunity to grab the child and run away.
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