My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 583: Casually Saved a Big Shot 1

About twenty minutes later, Ye Siyuan received screenshots and messages from the public relations team and jumped up excitedly. "Sister-in-law, she made a move! She did it with her alternate account!"

Si Mingjing looked at Ye Siyuan, not understanding her excitement, and extended her hand. "Give it to me. Let me see."

Ye Siyuan handed her phone to her sister-in-law.

The public relations team had discovered that Mu Genggeng registered an alternate account named "Genius Girl."

Then, using this account, she reported several Weibo accounts that were ridiculing Song Pianlan.

Moreover, she also contacted a company of paid posters to redirect public opinion toward Ye Siyuan’s fiancé, aiming to shift the focus away from Song Pianlan.

So, it wasn’t long before many paid posters appeared, saying things like, "The dead deserve respect. Why exploit a deceased person?"

Ye Siyuan crossed her legs and sat beside Si Mingjing, her voice confident. "Sister-in-law, it’s definite. If anyone said she isn’t Song Pianlan, I wouldn’t believe it even if they beat me to death. Why would Mu Genggeng, who has no connection to Song Pianlan, go to such lengths to defend her behind the scenes? Plus, she understands traditional Chinese medicine."

Si Mingjing nodded, her eyes narrowed. "It must be her. To think that after her death, she transmigrated into Mu Genggeng’s body and even started showing off in front of me."

Ye Siyuan hugged a throw pillow. "She’s quite lucky. My public relations team says the Mu Family is a top-tier wealthy family in A Country. Apparently, Mu Genggeng has been doted on by her family since she was young. The Mu Family is full of men; she’s the only girl, and the entire family treasures her. Does the Mu Family know that this Mu Genggeng isn’t the original one?"

Ye Siyuan thought for a moment. "Should we tell the Mu Family?"

"No one would believe such a thing if we told them."

"You’ve got a point. I’ve encountered enough strange things to not be easily surprised, but it’s different for ordinary people. They might even think I’m targeting Mu Genggeng. Sister-in-law, what do we do now? This Mu Genggeng is clearly coming after you."

Si Mingjing wasn’t afraid. She said, "We’ll deal with whatever comes our way."

However, she needed to inform her two masters, lest they be unwittingly used as tools by Mu Genggeng.

It was now clear that Mu Genggeng wasn’t a traditional Chinese medicine prodigy; she had simply accumulated sufficient knowledge beforehand.

After all, having grown up beside Old Master Song, she was well-versed from constant exposure, and with so many years of study, she was already a top medical student.

Si Mingjing stood up. "I’m going to Yecheng University again."

"Alright, you go. I’ll continue working on my engagement dress."

After Si Mingjing left, she drove to Yecheng University, arriving at the small villa Dean Chen had arranged for her two masters.

Hearing the car engine turn off, Zhang Meimei walked out of the house, somewhat surprised to see Si Mingjing stepping out of the car.

"Mingjing, is something wrong? Did you leave something here?"

"No, Master. There’s something I need to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

"Let’s talk inside."

Si Mingjing helped Zhang Meimei into the house. The other master, Ban Chugang, was watching TV in the living room. He, too, looked surprised to see her, as she had just left after dinner an hour ago. Why has she returned so soon?

Si Mingjing sat down on the living room sofa and explained her reason for visiting.

She said, "Masters, that Mu Genggeng from the medical school... she’s Old Master Song’s granddaughter, Song Pianlan."

Both masters looked at her in shock.

Si Mingjing said with conviction, "It’s her. I’m certain that after her death, her soul somehow transferred into Mu Genggeng’s body. She *is* Mu Genggeng now."

Old Master Song was the person Zhang Meimei and Ban Chugang detested most.

Hearing Si Mingjing speak with such certainty, both masters’ expressions turned grim.

Zhang Meimei said, "Years ago, on the Plateau, I discovered that Tibetan Antelope horns contained Paclitaxel, which could be extracted to treat cancer. Old Song, to make a name for himself, ruthlessly pushed me off a cliff. I barely survived. And now his granddaughter has ended up under our tutelage? I refuse to teach this student!"

But Mu Genggeng was enrolled at Yecheng University, not as Zhang Meimei’s personal apprentice. So, it wasn’t a matter of Zhang Meimei simply choosing not to teach her.

Zhang Meimei felt a wave of revulsion at the thought, yet she was helpless.

Si Mingjing tried to soothe her. "Master, just be cautious. I’ll have someone keep an eye on her. She won’t be able to pull any tricks."

How could she not pull any tricks? Zhang Meimei thought. She’d only been enrolled for less than half a month and was already a prominent figure at the school.

Yecheng University had other departments besides Traditional Chinese Medicine, and there was no shortage of beautiful students. Yet, Mu Genggeng, with her "Traditional Chinese Medicine prodigy" persona, had quickly stood out. There were even rumors circulating privately that Mu Genggeng would be the next Si Mingjing.

Ban Chugang consoled his wife. "It’s alright. She’s just a young girl; she can’t cause any major trouble. If you don’t want to see her, just have another teacher take over her classes. I don’t think that child is genuinely here to learn anyway. She’s just here to show off."

Zhang Meimei retorted, "Exactly! She’s just here to show off, wanting everyone to know she’s a medical genius. I initially thought she had no prior medical training and genuinely considered nurturing her. Now that I know she’s Old Song’s granddaughter... Hmph, she’s nothing special!"

As Old Song’s granddaughter, she naturally grew up immersed in Traditional Chinese Medicine. What’s so remarkable about her being able to answer those classroom questions? Anyone immersed in it from a young age could do the same.

In Zhang Meimei’s mind, Mu Genggeng’s carefully constructed image instantly shattered.

Ban Chugang said, "Alright, don’t be angry. Everyone knows Mingjing is your disciple. You’ve trained such an outstanding student; what’s there to be upset about?"

Si Mingjing smiled. "Master, I haven’t disappointed you."

Zhang Meimei smiled too. Thinking of the student she had nurtured, her mood instantly lightened. She glanced at the time and said, "It’s getting late. You have children to look after at home. Head back early, and drive carefully."

"Okay, Masters. I’ll be going then. You two should also rest early."

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Meimei, remembering something, hurried off. She returned from another room with a box of pastries and pressed it into Si Mingjing’s hands. "An old friend sent these. Take them back for the children. They don’t keep well, five days at most."

Si Mingjing tried to refuse. "Master, someone gave them to you."

"What use does an old woman like me have for pastries? Take them for the children!"

When people get old, they always want to give the best things to the younger generation.

Si Mingjing, seeing no way out, accepted the pastries and left. Alone in her car, she drove through the city, its lights twinkling as the night deepened. The car’s stereo played soothing music, a perfect accompaniment to the dazzling, colorful cityscape flowing past her windows. Si Mingjing suddenly found herself enjoying the feeling of driving at night.

Just then, Mo Yinhe called. "Where are you?"

"On my way home, driving."

She didn’t drive often, and Mo Yinhe, worried about her skills, didn’t chat for long. He simply said, "Alright, drive slowly."