Chapter 5: Song Huan Yan's Identity Exposed

When the Song Family marries off a daughter, the standards are definitely high; it takes time.

Song Huan Yan lightly purses her lips, "No engagement."

The two are startled, "What's going on?"

Song Huan Yan flicks her finger to dismiss the makeup artist and tells her two close friends about it.

She remains composed throughout, as if she were merely recounting someone else's man cheating.

Sang Wan slams the table, "That scumbag!"

Tang Chenge, also angry, "Damn, I really didn't see it. He treats you so well, ugh… as expected, men are just dogs that can't control their lower bodies!"

Sang Wan frowns, "Yan Yan, what are you planning to do? Not break up with him? Still go to the engagement banquet? Although the Song Family tells the outside world it's your birthday banquet, Qin Zi Mo's side also invited many guests, and they're calling it an engagement banquet!"

Tang Chenge continues, "And if he finds out today that you're a Song Family Heiress, he'll probably be shamelessly brazen. He really isn't lacking in nerve! Knowing he's a Public Figure yet still can't control his lower body! Does he think your family background is ordinary? Or does he believe he's covered his tracks perfectly? He even came up with a Fake Marriage Certificate—how damn vicious!"

Sang Wan, furious beyond measure, "Yan Yan, didn't you capture evidence? Expose him immediately! A scandalous downfall—the fate of a tainted artist is one word: tragic! He can't keep hustling in Kyoto any longer!"

Song Huan Yan remains silent.

Tang Chenge frowns, "But he maintains a single persona publicly, and even makes Yan Yan clear the chat logs daily; apart from us, no one knows he and Yan Yan are a couple."

Sang Wan, indignant, "Even if we can't prove he's cheating, those chats he has with Qiao An alone would make all his wife‑fans flee!"

Tang Chenge grits his teeth, "But that's too easy on him!"

Song Huan Yan picks up her eyebrow pencil, lightly sketches her elegant brows, looks at her ethereal, stunning face in the mirror, and says calmly, "No rush. Just let him walk into the jar."

The two stare wide‑eyed, "Do you have a way?"

Song Huan Yan puts down the eyebrow pencil, purses her cool lips, and says, "What does he have to contend with a Song Family Heiress?"

The two raise their thumbs, "It has to be you!"

Sang Wan says, "Luckily, Yan Yan, you were shrewd enough to hide your family background from him at first; otherwise… that bastard would be planning how to wipe out the family line!"

Song Huan Yan opens her phone; Qin Zi Mo has already sent several messages.

"Cute little piggy, are you up?"

"Today is our engagement day, Yan Yan, I will love you properly!"

"What we didn't do last night, Yan Yan babe, we'll continue tonight."

Song Huan Yan glances indifferently, tosses the phone onto the vanity, and doesn't reply at all.

But she says to her two close friends, "Look, isn't the evidence here? A passing goose always leaves a trace."

The two stare wide‑eyed, "Whoa, Yan Bao 6!"

Song Huan Yan's cleverness lies in that she obtained proof of their liaison last night.

And those two have no idea.

After the makeup is done, while the two close friends are still marveling at how beautiful she is—so beautiful she could bend them both—Qin Zi Mo sends another message.

"Why aren't you replying? What happened at your place last night?"

"Yan Yan, I'll come pick you up; I'm afraid we'll run out of time later."

"Send me your home address."

Song Huan Yan sends a location.

A few seconds later Qin Zi Mo calls.

Song Huan Yan answers.

Qin Zi Mo, incredulous, "Yan Yan, is this your home address?"

This is a top‑tier wealthy district of Kyoto!

How could Song Huan Yan live there?

Song Huan Yan has always concealed her identity from Qin Zi Mo, so he's naturally surprised.

She usually lives in her boutique apartment, saying it's rented.

She tells Qin Zi Mo her parents just run a small business.

Song Huan Yan says, "Hmm, is there a problem?"

Qin Zi Mo's voice trembles, "Babe, this is… Kyoto's most elite wealthy district; how could your home be here?"

Song Huan Yan retorts, "Is that not allowed?"

Qin Zi Mo, stunned, quickly says, "Didn't you say your parents run a small business?"

Song Huan Yan's voice is cool, "It's a small business."

Qin Zi Mo is momentarily puzzled, wondering if it might not even be a rented place?

"Alright. I'll come get you." Qin Zi Mo hurriedly says.

Qin Zi Mo arrives at Song Huan Yan's doorstep and gasps sharply.

Such a top‑tier mansion spans a massive area, with European‑style vintage garden architecture, and cost a fortune.

At the very least, it's tens of billions!

A tens‑of‑billions‑yuan mansion leaves Qin Zi Mo utterly stunned.

Is this the home of his girlfriend who runs a small business?

A single house worth tens of billions?

Then what's her net worth?

Qin Zi Mo's hands tremble; he lights a cigarette, takes a few puffs, and steadies slightly.

He can't help but pull out his phone to look up information.

Anyone who can afford such a mansion, with the surname Song and from Kyoto, is easy to research.

He quickly finds the Song Group, assets of a hundred billion, with diversified subsidiaries.

Qin Zi Mo's ash falls from his hand as it shakes; he can't believe it.

Is this house possibly rented by Song Huan Yan's family?

If it is rented, the rent must be at least tens of millions per year.

So even if it's rented, her family certainly isn't running a small business.

Qin Zi Mo's hand trembled uncontrollably; he raised it and slapped his own face.

Regret surged to the extreme in his heart.

Song Huan Yan is already exceedingly beautiful; if she also has such a background, wouldn't that make every man flock to her like moths to a flame?

Qin Zi Mo's mind was extremely tangled; Song Huan Yan actually kept it from him!

She doesn't trust him!

If Song Huan Yan truly is the Song Family Heiress, a top‑tier rich and beautiful woman, then having a best friend like Sang Wan—a financially powerful "female domineering CEO"—isn't surprising.

He always thought Song Huan Yan was merely lucky, which is why she had powerful best friends like Sang Wan and Tang Chenge.

The reason he doesn't want to break the contract is also because Sang Wan is so powerful.

But now…

No, no, no—did Song Huan Yan send the wrong address?

How could she be a rich and beautiful woman?

Even if she were, she certainly isn't a hundred‑billion Song Family Heiress!

Definitely not!

Otherwise, what does his cheating on Qiao An amount to?

Which man would cheat on a girlfriend like that?

But Song Huan Yan doesn't know he cheated; what is he nervous about?

Last night she still wanted to give herself to him.

Today is the Engagement day for him and Song Huan Yan!

On such a wonderful day, he does nothing; deep down he truly loves Song Huan Yan.

They are each other's first love, unforgettable!

While still daydreaming, the massive mansion gate suddenly opened slowly.

A procession of cars slowly drove out of the mansion.

All of them are red Ferraris, looking festive.

In the middle, a stretched black sedan looks luxurious and extravagant, with sleek body lines and top‑grade paint.

The badge is a standing emblem, a single capital character 【Song】.

Obviously, this car is a custom model, unique, exclusively private.

Qin Zi Mo widened his eyes, feeling his heart about to leap out.

In comparison, his Mercedes‑Benz G‑Class looks shabby and poor by contrast.

"Yan Yan." Qin Zi Mo stared fixedly at the convoy.

"Yan Yan!" He immediately opened the side mirror, straightened his collar and tie, his hand trembling.

After confirming his attire was tidy and striking, Qin Zi Mo opened the car door and stepped out in his most handsome posture.

Sure enough, the rows of roaring Ferraris halted instantly.

That 【Song】 also stopped steadily.

Qin Zi Mo's emotions surged; he adjusted his tie.

He felt the eyes of the crowd upon him; at that moment he thought he was a true prince charming!