"There must be a conspiracy." Something unexpected had happened, and there must be something fishy about it. After being stunned for half a moment, Zhou Yanran immediately became vigilant towards Song Boyu.

  As Song Lao's birthday is approaching, Zhou Yanran worries that both sets of parents will set a wedding date for Song Boyu and her at the birthday banquet. That's why she's anxious to find Song Boyu. In fact, Zhou Yanran doesn't expect Song Boyu to agree to her request; she just wants to take the opportunity to vent her anger on him. If Song Boyu gets angry and agrees to cancel their engagement, that would be even better.

  In Zhou Yanran's view, Song Boyu's infatuation with her had already penetrated deep into his bones, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would cling to it tenaciously.

  "I agree to cancel the engagement." Song Bo Yu saw Zhou Yan Ran looking at him in confusion, as if she hadn't heard what he said clearly, so he repeated himself.

  Zhou Yanran proposed to break off the engagement, Song Boyu originally thought he would be very angry, but as a result, he found that he had no anger in his heart. Although "Song Boyu"'s memories affected his emotions to some extent, after all, he was not "Song Boyu", and it was impossible for him to have an infatuation with a worldly woman, Zhou Yanran was just a passerby to him, it wasn't worth getting angry over such a woman.

  Upon hearing Song Baiyu's affirmative answer, Zhou Yanran was surprised and delighted at the same time. She carefully examined Song Baiyu with a serious gaze, discovering that his eyes were like a deep and bottomless pool, shining brightly and profoundly, without any of the previous confusion and worry.

  Song Baiyu ignored Zhou Yanran's change in expression and said calmly, "Although I agreed to cancel the engagement, cancelling an engagement is not that easy."

  "You... scoundrel!" Zhou Yanran had just barely confirmed that Song Boyu agreed to dissolve their engagement, and her heart was filled with great joy, when Song Boyu immediately poured a bucket of cold water on her, almost making her nose crooked. It turned out that Song Boyu had been playing tricks on himself earlier, and just as Zhou Yanran couldn't help but speak sarcastically, Song Boyu's soft and gentle words made her calm down.

  "All these years, you've been acting in front of my parents and they really like you. If you really want to break off the engagement, you'll have to go to my house and do some ideological work on my dad and mom, then you'll be free."

  Song Baiyu stared at Zhou Yanran with a fixed gaze, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone, his voice and expression unchanged from start to finish, as if he were discussing something that had nothing to do with him.

  Zhou Yanran heard the words and opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. Because Song Boyu said everything was true, in order to better protect herself in front of Song Boyu, she had been trying her best to curry favor with Song Boyu's parents, so when Song Boyu mentioned the two words "acting", Zhou Yanran felt even more piercing, and even her ears were burning.

  "Do I really have to confront Song Baiyu's parents?" Zhou Yanran suddenly realized that she had been deceiving herself all along, and if she really confronted Song Baiyu's parents, the two elderly people would immediately understand her true intentions over the years.

  Zhou Yanran has more than just a beautiful appearance, her abilities are even more outstanding. Almost at the same time as Song Boyu's university graduation, while Song Boyu only received his diploma, she mastered eight foreign languages within four years of college and had a general understanding of another twenty or so languages. After graduating, relying on her exceptional intelligence and courage, she became the youngest spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

  It was precisely because of Zhou Yanran's excellence that many people who coveted her beauty dared not approach her, and Zhou Yanran also got used to putting on a strong exterior for herself.

  "That's all I have to say, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Song Baiyu saw Zhou Yanran's expression changing constantly, he snapped his fingers at the waiter, threw down 200 yuan in cash and walked out of the leisure bar.

  Zhou Yanran stared blankly at Song Boyu's back, suddenly feeling suffocated in her heart. She was suddenly ignored by someone who used to be her most ardent pursuer, and this huge psychological contrast was too overwhelming, leaving Zhou Yanran sitting in the chair for half a day without reacting.

  Seeing Song Baiyu's unfamiliar appearance today, Zhou Yanran knew that she had completely lost this man. Thinking of the care and concern Song Baiyu had shown her in the past and her own attitude towards him, Zhou Yanran felt guilty for the first time. As she watched Song Baiyu about to disappear from view, Zhou Yanran suddenly stood up from her seat and quickly chased after him.

  "Watch where you're going, you've ruined the old man's clothes! Can you afford to compensate him... Ah, Zhou Yanran." Zhou Yanran was in a hurry to rush along when suddenly a loud scolding voice rang out beside her ear. She looked up and saw that it was a young man who had been drinking heavily coming towards her.

  The young man was dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair dyed blonde, and he seemed to have accidentally bumped into the other person just now.

  Zhou Yanran gave the young man in front of her a cold glance, then looked at the several drunken silk-wrapped men behind him and frowned, saying with disgust: "Huang Jianhua, get out of my way."

  Huang Jianhua is also one of Zhou Yanran's crazy pursuers, a well-known dandy in the capital, and it was through Zhou Yanran that Huang Jianhua and several other dandies around him became acquainted.

  "Yanran, look at us, we're so fated, running into each other on the street. Why don't we find a place to sit and talk?" Huang Jianhua tilted his head and stared at Zhou Yanran for a moment, his eyes gleaming with greed and fervor. Before Zhou Yanran could react, he suddenly stretched out one hand and tightly hugged her.

  Smelling Huang Jianhua's mouthful of wine and dishes, Zhou Yanran almost vomited. When she was hugged by Huang Jianhua, her face turned pale, and she slapped Huang Jianhua hard, taking the opportunity to break free from his embrace and quickly ran behind Song Boyu.

  "You stinky girls, dare to hit me? I'll let you know how many eyes the Horse King has! Brothers, stop her for me, whoever sees this will get a share!" Huang Jianhua roared and chased after Zhou Yanran with an unsteady gait, his several young followers also chasing after him.

  Pedestrians on the road saw their momentum and didn't dare to speak out, fearing that they would offend them, so they made way for a path, so that Huang Jianhua and others caught up with Zhou Yanran in just three or two steps.

  When they caught up with Zhou Yanran, they found that someone was standing between Zhou Yanran and them. It turned out that Zhou Yanran had already caught up with Song Boyu and tightly grasped his arm.

  "It's you, this waste. " Huang Jianhua stared at Song Baiyu for a long time before bursting into laughter: "Waste, how dare you return to the capital? Is it because that old man in your family is about to kick the bucket?"

  "Song Baiyu, this vixen obviously looks down on you, why are you still shamelessly following her?"

  "Song Baiyu, scram quickly, this matter has nothing to do with you today and there's no need for you to intervene. Out of respect for your elder brother, we won't bully you today."

  The circle in the capital is just that big, some * are very familiar with each other. Although Song Baiyu has not returned to Beijing for several years, his reputation within the circle is still great. The reason is none other than his engagement to Zhou Yanran and Song Baiyu's accommodating temperament.

  Song Baiyu is undoubtedly a laughing stock in the circle, because the Song family has never been aggressive for their children, and Song Baiyu will not report to his family, so this makes people unscrupulously bully him. Whether the power behind them can compare with the Song family or not, they all take pleasure in bullying Song Baiyu. After all, bullying someone of similar status is more fulfilling than bullying a commoner.

  These people were recklessly mocking Song Baiyu with their mouths, while their lewd eyes greedily sized up Zhou Yanyan, as if she had already become their forbidden fruit.

  Huang Jianhua and others did not notice at all that as they spoke, Song Baiyu's face became colder and colder, and his eyes were also filled with murderous intent.

  Just as Zhou Yanran was about to call the police, Song Boyu suddenly and roughly shook off her hand that had been tightly grasping his arm.

  Feeling Song Baiyu's ruthlessness, Zhou Yanran was momentarily pale, holding the phone and even forgetting to react. She was very clear about Huang Jianhua's arrogance and absurdity, if Song Baiyu really didn't care about her.

  "Haha, this waste is really scared......" Seeing Song Baiyu's movements, Huang Jianhua pointed at Song Baiyu and burst out laughing.

  The piercing laughter pierced the sky and also pierced Song Baiyu's ears.