Pretending to Be a Submissive O: My Fiancee Is a Little Pup - Chapter 19

After returning to her room, Ji Yaran opened her phone and searched for the Song Group.

The Song Group was a diversified holding company registered and operating in Yecheng. Its primary businesses spanned real estate, retail, and pharmaceuticals, marking it as a corporation with formidable overall strength.

However, no matter how Ji Yaran searched, she couldn’t find any reports regarding this Third Miss Song.

Is she really that mysterious?

She accidentally caught a glimpse of her previous search history, which clearly showed the name “Song Qingxue.”

She froze for a moment.

Why did this feel so familiar?

The last time she searched for Song Qingxue, there were likewise no photos on the entire internet, and the amount of information available was pitifully sparse.

Is it truly just a coincidence?

While she was lost in thought, her phone suddenly buzzed with three WeChat messages.

All were from Song Qingxue.

Song Qingxue: Sister, what are you doing?

Song Qingxue: When are you coming back to the hotel? It’s so boring being here all by myself.

Song Qingxue: I miss you, really miss you.

She had only been gone for half a day, and Song Qingxue already couldn’t sit still.

Ji Yaran exited the browser and promptly replied to her.

Ji Yaran: I just finished eating and talking with my sister. The earliest I can get back is tomorrow night.

In fact, returning tomorrow would be considered fast. The matter of apologizing to the Song family involved business dealings between the two families, so when she could leave depended entirely on the Songs. If the Song family intended to make things difficult for her, there was no way she could just walk away.

Song Qingxue replied very quickly.

Song Qingxue: That’s okay, you should focus on your own business first, Sister. I’ll wait obediently for you to come back.

Song Qingxue: But I really do miss you so much. Sister, what are you going to do tomorrow?

Ji Yaran: I’m going to…

Ji Yaran typed a few words but paused before hitting send. Looking at the contact name, it suddenly occurred to her, would Song Qingxue know anything about the Song Group?

During their time together, she had discovered that Song Qingxue knew far more than she had imagined. It wasn’t just the entertainment industry, Song Qingxue seemed to have connections with many figures in high society. Perhaps she really did know something.

Ji Yaran: I’m going to the Song family residence with my sister. There’s something… I need to handle.

Song Qingxue: The Song family? As in the Song family from the Song Group?

Ji Yaran was the second daughter of the Ji Group, and the news of her running away from her wedding had spread like wildfire through high society. Anyone aware of the scandal would naturally think of the Song Group the moment they heard her mention the Song family.

Ji Yaran: You know about them?

Song Qingxue: Of course I do. How could I not have heard the name Song Group? Sister, do you know people from the Song family?

Ji Yaran: Yeah, our families have business collaborations.

Ultimately, Ji Yaran didn’t mention the part about her running away from the wedding. Since Song Qingxue didn’t know, she figured it was best to keep it that way for now.

Song Qingxue: So that’s how it is.

Song Qingxue’s tone seemed quite indifferent, as if she wasn’t particularly interested in the subject.

Ji Yaran pressed further.

Ji Yaran: Qingxue, are you familiar with the people in the Song family?

Song Qingxue: Not really, I don’t have much contact with them. However, back before I broke my contract with Lingshang Culture, I once accompanied an artist to a banquet hosted by the Songs.

Once Song Qingxue said that, Ji Yaran understood.

Banquets in high society occasionally invited celebrities from the entertainment world to add prestige. Song Qingxue had simply attended as an acquaintance or chaperone, much like the day she had attended the party Yu Shi hosted for Liu Jiaen.

Ji Yaran: Then… do you know about the Third Miss of the Song family?

For some reason, the moment she asked the question, her heart began to race. It felt as if a hidden, unspeakable thought had been pushed to a boundary, testing the waters.

And yet, she had clearly confirmed in front of Ji Yahan that her suspicion was wrong.

In the few seconds her heart rate accelerated, Song Qingxue’s reply came through.

Song Qingxue: I know of her, but we aren’t familiar.

Song Qingxue: Usually, it’s the two older Song sisters who attend family events. Very few people know that Third Miss.

Ji Yaran: Do you know what her name is?

Song Qingxue: Song Yi.

The unfamiliar name caught Ji Yaran by surprise.

Song Yi…

The name of this Third Miss Song didn’t bear the slightest resemblance to her two sisters.

Why is that?

She wanted to ask more, but Song Qingxue sent another message.

Song Qingxue: That’s all I know, I’m not sure about anything else.

Ji Yaran: It seemed she couldn’t count on getting the information she wanted from Song Qingxue.

Ji Yaran: No worries, I was just curious.

Song Qingxue: Then Sister, I won’t disturb your rest. Come back as soon as you’re finished, I’ll be waiting for you.

Ji Yaran: Okay.

***

Even though Ji Yaran didn’t get much useful information from Song Qingxue, she learned a great deal about the Song family from Ji Yahan during the drive to the Song residence in Chen Peihui’s car the next day.

Most of it concerned Song Weishuang and Song Feiyu, but there were a few details regarding the elusive Miss Song Yi.

The eldest daughter, Song Weishuang, was the only Alpha among the three sisters. Still unmarried, she had taken over the Song Group at a young age. She was Ji Yahan’s rival in the business world and a standout among the younger generation. Known for her ruthless methods, her temper was famously fierce.

The second daughter, Song Feiyu, was an Omega with a beauty that rivaled movie stars and a stunning physique. She was the “thorny rose” that everyone in high society admired, possessing a vast social circle. Rumor had it she already had a partner of equal status and would be married soon.

But the third daughter, Song Yi… was a mystery.

Song Yi was a Beta and not a biological daughter of the Song family, she was adopted later by Chairman Song and his wife. Perhaps because she had been sent abroad to study at a young age, almost no one knew what kind of person she was. Even Song Weishuang and Song Feiyu rarely brought up their younger sister.

To anyone watching, this felt suspicious, but it was their family business after all. The true reasons were likely known only to the Songs.

However, one thing was certain, this adopted Miss Song Yi was not favored in the household.

Only an unfavored daughter would be pushed out for a political marriage.

In that light, Ji Yaran’s flight from the wedding might have actually been a good thing for this Third Miss Song.

Regardless of whether one is rich or poor, beautiful or plain, people always hope to find a partner they truly love. Who would genuinely long to spend their life with someone they don’t care for?

****

The car pulled up in front of the Song family villa.

Compared to the warm and casual atmosphere of the Ji residence, the Song villa was far more noble and imposing. Dominated by cool tones and built in a classic Gothic style, the exterior alone exuded a chilling aura.

Ji Yahan had called ahead, so the Song family had staff waiting outside to receive them.

As soon as Ji Yaran got out of the car with Ji Yahan and Chen Peihui, a butler stepped forward to lead the way.

“Miss Ji, Mr. Chen, our Eldest Miss has been waiting for some time. Please follow me.”

The butler was a middle-aged man who addressed only one “Miss Ji,” clearly referring to Ji Yahan.

Even in the eyes of the servants, respect was reserved for those who had earned a place in high society through their own abilities, rather than someone like Ji Yaran, who relied on her parents for everything.

Furthermore… Ji Yaran had run away from their Third Miss’s wedding.

Admittedly, the person left at the altar would face gossip, but the one who ran was considered equally despicable. In the eyes of these business tycoons, the Ji family had lost its integrity. Under such circumstances, who would dare to collaborate easily with the Jis?

Ji Yaran followed them into the main hall.

The woman sitting on the sofa appeared to be about thirty. Though she wore no makeup, her red lips curved at a cold angle, like the flick of a venomous snake’s tongue. She possessed a cold, elegant beauty and a natural aura of authority, radiating the presence of a powerful leader.

Seeing them arrive, a cold smile spread across Song Weishuang’s lips. She spared a brief, indifferent glance at Ji Yaran before speaking in a lukewarm tone: “So, you’re the one who failed my third sister?”

She got straight to the point without any euphemisms, making it clear she had no intention of saving face for the Ji family.

Ji Yaran looked her directly in the eye, maintaining a humble yet dignified posture. “I am deeply sorry, President Song. Running away from the wedding was my fault. I’ve come here today hoping to apologize to you and the Third Miss.”

Song Weishuang narrowed her eyes and said flatly, “It’s already happened, so talk is useless now. Even a hundred apologies won’t restore the face the Song family lost.”

She curled her lip slightly and looked at Ji Yahan. “President Ji, we are both businesspeople. You should understand my meaning.”

Ji Yahan caught her drift instantly. After a moment of silence, she asked, “How does President Song wish for us to compensate the family for this loss?”

“I can stop pursuing this matter,” Song Weishuang paused, then her tone turned freezing as she added, “but the project our two families are collaborating on, will also be suspended immediately.”

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