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Chapter 233 Han Xinyue's eyes look so familiar

Mu Niannian loves watching Song Beiyou being put on the spot and compared to others.

She hated Song Beiyou so much.

Because of Song Beiyou, her promising life was interrupted, and she was forced to return to the impoverished Song family, which was utterly worthless.

The Song family wasn't bad to her; in fact, they were quite good to her. She just couldn't stand the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

The living expenses are nothing compared to what I had at the Mu family's place before.

So much so that these days she has been cursing Song Beiyou all the time, cursing her to die a horrible death, cursing her to never have love or be loved in this life.

He continued looking at the news about Han Xinyue and Song Beiyou on his phone, and then joined the team that was smearing Song Beiyou using a newly created anonymous account.

When others said Song Beiyou was prettier than Han Xinyue, Mu Niannian posted a rebuttal, "Prettier my ass, I don't even know if Song Beiyou's face is original."

When others said that Han Xinyue's life was better than Song Beiyou's, Mu Niannian retorted, "What is Song Beiyou anyway? How dare he compare himself to the head of a top conglomerate in Gaoguo?"

One person, driven by excessive jealousy, emboldened eighty others to confront him.

They stopped attacking her later, fearing that someone would expose her.

She launched an attack, while Qin Shuyao and Duan Yu, who had no classes that day, counterattacked.

Duan Yu felt that typing was too slow, so he used voice input instead, typing away rapidly.

The noise was so loud that it even attracted the attention of Old Madam Duan, who had just entered the room.

"Hey kid, what's going on?"

As soon as the weather warms up, Madam Duan's face is flushed after she comes back from square dancing, and she speaks with great energy.

After saying that, he sat down on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "When you have time, go and learn from your uncle how to manage a group, and let your uncle have more time to date. Don't just stare at your phone all day long and talk about how you want to be a good husband."

Ugh! That's terrible, really terrible, so uncivilized.

Duan Yu glanced at his grandmother, then simply took the phone and showed it to her, saying, "I can't help but talk about my father."

"I get so angry when I see these keyboard warriors online. Look at them, look at what they're doing!"

As soon as Mrs. Duan put on her reading glasses, she held her phone far away from herself, saying, "Let me take a look."

Upon closer inspection, I came across news articles about Song Beiyou and Han Xinyue online.

Instantly, "Huh? Youyou, your aunt?"

The trending topics are still going strong? I thought they had died down last night?

Has it escalated into a war of words between the two men's supporters?

Duan Yu nodded. "Mm."

The next second, caught off guard, his grandmother raised her hand and slapped him on the head, "Why didn't you tell me something so important sooner?"

Duan Yu, “…”

The last time I was this speechless was the time before last.

He had just said that he was bad and that he should spend more time learning how to manage a group from his uncle.

Right now.....

Speechless, I saw his grandmother take out her phone, open her social media account, and start voice input, "I'm going to complain about you!"

"What kind of person is this? Instead of studying properly, he spends all his time online attacking people."

"What I hate most is a scoundrel like you."

"Don't let me see you on the streets of Beijing, or I'll slap you every time I see you."

"What are the people involved saying, and you people are getting all worked up?"

"What the hell are you all? Mind your own business! I get annoyed just looking at you!"

"Comparison, comparison, comparison, all you do all day is compare."

Have you compared your grades with those of classmates who have good grades?

Have you compared your salary with those of people who earn higher salaries?

......

Duan Yu again, "..."

Didn't we forbid him from calling himself Laozi?

Why are you talking about your mother so enthusiastically?

However, it must be said that his grandmother's fighting power is amazing; she has the kind of momentum to sweep away thousands of troops with just her words.

Finally, when she was completely hoarse, Madam Duan stopped and leaned back on the sofa, panting.

This time it was Duan Yu's turn. "Alright, alright, old lady, stop calling me 'old lady' all the time."

Don't bother with those people.

Madam Duan exhaled a breath of stale air, "I just can't stand seeing our own people being talked about by outsiders."

"Who does that Han Xinyue think she is, to even compare herself to our Youyou?"

Duan Yu exclaimed, "Grandma, you're actually no different from those keyboard warriors on the internet."

Madam Duan couldn't hear a word Duan Yu was saying at this moment: "Does Han Xinyue really look like Youyou?"

My damn curiosity got the better of me; I wanted to see.

Or is it still just the back of her head from last night?

Duan Yu lowered his head and tapped on his phone screen. "This morning, Brother Li sent me a few front-facing photos and some surveillance screenshots. He said that Han Xinyue went to our Duan family."

"What?!" Old Madam Duan exclaimed.

Duan Yu was almost scared out of his wits. "Why are you so easily startled?"

Madam Duan, "This Han Xinyue, who looks just like Youyou, is coming to our Duan family to find your uncle?"

She wouldn't feel anything if it were just an ordinary person looking for Duan Yao, but if it were someone who suddenly appeared and looked like Song Beiyou looking for Duan Yao, she would feel a little awkward.

Duan Yu: "Mm."

Madam Duan stretched out her hand, "Let me see."

A few seconds later, Duan Yu found all the photos and surveillance videos that Yan Li had sent him and gave them all to his grandmother.

Madam Duan looked at it very carefully.

The eyes behind the reading glasses squinted again and again.

Duan Yu observed his grandmother, "What, have you noticed anything after staring at her for so long?"

Also, do you think Han Xinyue is prettier than our aunt?

He asked her a question, but Madam Duan did not answer him.

"No." Duan Yu sensed something was wrong and nudged his grandmother. "What's going on? Why have you been watching for so long?"

At this moment, Madam Duan gasped, "It does look somewhat like it."

Even speaking from a woman's perspective, or rather, from the intuition of a seasoned old woman like myself, this Han Xinyue is strange.

Duan Yu felt a chill run down his spine from what his grandmother was saying. "What's strange about it?"

Madam Duan narrowed her eyes again, tapped the phone screen with her finger, and fixed the image on a certain spot. "Look here, look at the expression on Han Xinyue's face when she looks at your uncle."

Duan Yu took the phone and looked at it. "What, what's wrong?"

I don't see why.

Old Madam Duan gave him a rather disdainful look, "To be honest, even cabbage is smarter than you."

Bai Cai was the pet dog kept by Madam Duan.

Duan Yu, "You're comparing me to a dog?"

Madam Duan said, "Otherwise, would I be giving you too much credit?"

After making sarcastic remarks, she analyzed to Duan Yu, "Han Xinyue's gaze towards your uncle is anything but innocent."

There's a strong sense of possessiveness about him, as if he's known your uncle for many, many years.

Sure enough, experience is the best teacher.

After his grandmother said that, Duan Yu gradually began to have the same feeling. "Is this... a crush on my uncle?"

Madam Duan nodded firmly, "That's roughly the idea."

Of course, that's not the point. The point is, Han Xinyue's eyes look so familiar.