Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1010: Chapter 1010: Sending My Remaining Years Afar (Part 4)

The bodyguard didn’t follow Chuzheng but instead got back into the car and dialed a number.

”Sir, there’s something I need to report to you.”

A light voice came from the other end: ”Hmm.”

”Just now, I took Miss Song to the Golden Sunshine and ran into Song Boxue... Miss Song said she’s not Song Yanran.”

”Oh?”

The person on the other end seemed a bit interested.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, ”Then what?”

The bodyguard continued, ”She said... her name is Song Chuzheng.”

Only light breathing could be heard from the other end, and the bodyguard didn’t dare hang up.

”Look into it.”

”Yes.”

-

Chuzheng came out shortly after going in, with a black card in her hand.

Seeing her come out, the bodyguard was about to get out of the car to greet her when he saw a few brightly dressed girls, arm in arm, talking and laughing as they walked to the door.

The bodyguard hesitated, didn’t immediately go over, but took a few steps forward to prevent any sudden situation.

”Hey, isn’t this Yanran?”

One girl in an orange dress reached out to stop her, with a subtle disdain on her delicate face.

The other girls with her all looked at her as if watching a show.

Chuzheng glanced slightly sideways, hands casually in her pockets: ”I am not.”

After being brought back, the Song Family probably considered her embarrassing due to her lack of understanding and never took her to any high society events, so naturally, no one knew her.

Of course, the issue of ’Song Yanran’ being sent away was something the Song Family wouldn’t publicize.

The girl in the orange dress covered her mouth, laughing. Her beautiful eyes slightly rotated: ”Hey, Yanran, I heard the Song Family is going bankrupt? Even if that’s true, there’s no need to deny your own identity, right?”

The malice in the girl’s eyes was not hidden, Chuzheng saw it clearly.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t targeted at her.

So Chuzheng didn’t plan to argue with her.

She only faintly repeated, ”I am not Song Yanran. If you want to trouble her, please go to the Song Family.”

Chuzheng said it too calmly, that confident tone, instead, left the few girls on the opposite side somewhat bewildered.

Could they have mistaken this face?

It was definitely Song Yanran!

However...

This temperament was quite different.

Song Yanran often pretended, always appearing weak and pitiful, never this assertive.

Could it be she’s trying to confuse them on purpose, afraid of them causing trouble?

The few girls exchanged glances, the girl in the orange dress spoke again: ”Yanran, what are you doing here?”

”...”

I said I’m not Song Yanran!

Do they ever stop!

The girl next to the one in the orange dress replied: ”I remember Yanran is not a member of the Golden Sunshine, right? Oh my, could Yanran have come here with that young master?”

Another girl was really surprised: ”Has the Song Family fallen so far they need Yanran to sell herself?”

These girls, jabbering, were practically calling Song Yanran a hostess.

Suddenly, the girl in the orange dress reached out to pull her.

Chuzheng didn’t know what she was trying to do and took a step back, avoiding her hand.

But the other girls immediately surrounded her, seemingly unwilling to let things go easily.

”Yanran, why don’t we go somewhere to catch up?” the girl in the orange dress smiled and suggested.

Chuzheng was irritated.

She raised her hand; the bodyguard, who had been watching her, saw Chuzheng wave and immediately approached.

”Miss Song.”

”Hit them,” Chuzheng pointed at the girls.

”...”

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment.

But, remembering Uncle Bai’s orders, he called over another bodyguard.

”What are you doing?”

”Song Yanran, how dare you call bodyguards?”

”Your Song Family is already like that, yet you dare provoke us? You must have a death wish!”

Chuzheng seriously replied, ”Eating a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall is illegal.”

Bodyguard: ”...”

”Hit them, what are you waiting for?” Chuzheng turned to look at the bodyguard.

Anyway, they thought she was Song Yanran, whatever trouble they caused wouldn’t fall on her.

Perfect!

Under the flower-like distressed cries of the girls, Chuzheng left, protected by the bodyguards.

People inside the Golden Club heard the commotion, hurried out, wanting to stop it but hesitated.

After all, those bodyguards looked truly menacing...

Not quite like ordinary bodyguards.

-

Chuzheng got back into the car, this time she sat in the front passenger seat. The bodyguard was surprised but did not show it, instead politely asking where she wanted to go next.

”Drive ahead.”

Chuzheng put her feet on the dashboard, assuming a leisurely posture.

”...”

The bodyguard silently started the car and drove forward.

Not until nightfall did Chuzheng let the bodyguard return.

Uncle Bai was waiting at the door: ”Miss Song, you are back.”

Chuzheng walked in with folded arms; her attitude was entirely unlike someone detained here, more like the owner of the place.

Once Chuzheng went in, the bodyguard immediately reported today’s incident to the Butler.

These less important matters naturally didn’t need to be reported to the sir.

Uncle Bai would consolidate them and report to the sir in due time.

”Isn’t there only one young lady in the Song Family?”

”Yes, Uncle Bai... do you think Miss Song, is the one who... last time...”

The bodyguard pointed to his head.

Ever since the suicide attempt, Miss Song seemed like a different person.

Isn’t this a sign of mental instability?

Uncle Bai didn’t know, but the likelihood of mental issues seemed... unlikely.

For some reason, he was more convinced by what this Miss Song said, that she was not Song Yanran.

”Investigate this thoroughly as soon as possible.”

”Understood.”

The bodyguard left the villa to investigate the Song Family affairs.

If no one spoke of it, everyone would remain clueless.

But for someone determined to investigate, it’s no secret.

Information on Song Chuzheng was soon delivered to a villa in the suburbs.

Uncle Bai personally delivered it, the information was in a special file folder, properly placed on a purplish-red rosewood table.

A hand reached over, picked up the file folder, opened it, and pulled out the documents inside.

The pages flipped very quickly, skimming through them.

Bang—

The documents fell onto the table, sliding to the edge, finally rustling to the floor.

On top of the first page, it clearly read — Song Chuzheng.

”The Song Family is quite capable.”

A melodious male voice sounded, a bit lazy, revealing no emotion.

Uncle Bai looked over to the side.

The man sat on the table, wearing only a thin sweater, simple casual pants.

One leg on the table, the other dangling off the edge, barefoot.

His right hand rested on his bent knee, his pale and slender fingers playing with a string of Buddha Beads, which were smooth, showing signs of being frequently handled.

”Sir, what do you plan to do?”

The man slid the Buddha Beads one by one, speaking after a long silence: ”For now, let it be.”

The voice was clear and leisurely, full of texture, pleasant and agreeable.

Uncle Bai understood the man’s implicit meaning.

For now, do not act.

”And what about Miss Song over there?”

The man’s bare feet touched the floor, the casual pants were a bit long, covering the foot.

Moving upward were straight and long legs.

He walked on the wooden floor towards the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly boneless, relaxing into the rocking chair in front of the window.

The rocking chair creaked as it swayed.

”Business as usual.”

”Understood.”