The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

An Linsheng's smile froze as he tentatively asked, "Madam, what brings you here?"

Song Xue'er put her things down. "What do you mean, 'Why did I come?' I'm your wife, it's my duty to take care of you."

Hearing Song Xue'er's words, An Linsheng and An Qiqi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she didn't hear it.

"Honey, this is something I made especially for you. Try it and see how it tastes."

Song Xueer opened the lunchbox, revealing a pitch-black soup inside, which immediately killed any appetite.

An Linsheng frowned. "Madam, I'm actually not hungry."

Song Xue'er said coquettishly, "How could I not be hungry? This is a special black chicken soup that I made especially for you. It contains eighty kinds of ingredients."

He handed it to An Linsheng, who looked resistant.

But Song Xue'er had such a gentle and virtuous appearance that he could only reach out and take it.

An Linsheng glanced at the dark soup and changed the subject, saying, "Madam, have you noticed that our daughter Yueyue has been acting strangely lately? I suspect she has some mental issues. Perhaps we should see a doctor?"

His intuition told him that the girl would definitely ruin his plans, and it would be best to get rid of her if all else failed.

A barely perceptible glint of murderous intent flashed in Song Xue'er's eyes.

An Linsheng, you're really inhuman; you even tried to lay a hand on Yueyue.

An Qiqi wiped away her tears, her voice choked with sobs, and said, "Mom, I think Dad is right. My sister used to be introverted and didn't like to interact with her classmates, but just yesterday, she actually took a stick and started hitting a boy like crazy. And when she went on stage to receive an award, she deliberately said some things that I couldn't understand. I know my sister might not like me, but that was at school, in front of my classmates. She said I was coveting her things. Mom, I've never thought of taking anything from my sister, really not. I don't know why my sister suspects me like this."

An Linsheng angrily added, "This girl is really going too far. Although Qiqi is not her biological sister, the two grew up together. How could she say such a thing?"

Song Xue'er watched the two performers' clumsy acting; it was obvious they were just putting on an act for her.

She was so blind before; it was so obvious, yet she couldn't see it.

They were clearly finding different ways to make her punish Yueyue. My poor Yueyue must have felt so wronged when she was being lectured and scolded by her.

It's all because she's an incompetent mother.

Song Xue'er patted her shoulder and said with a look of relief, "I saw a psychologist before, and the psychologist said that Yueyue's situation is normal. Qiqi, I know you've always been the most sensible person since you were little. Although you're not a daughter of the Song family, I've always treated you like my own daughter. You have to understand and be considerate of Yueyue. After all, Yueyue is the Song family's young lady. Have you forgotten? If it weren't for Yueyue's kindness in letting you into the Song family, how could you be studying at such a good school now, right? Yueyue is your benefactor."

An Qiqi lowered her eyes and clenched her fists tightly. Song Xueer's words undoubtedly reopened her humiliating wounds.

Song Xueer turned her head to look at An Linsheng again, her eyes gentle.

“Honey, I know you’ve always treated Qiqi like your own daughter, but if you’re too biased, it will hurt Yueyue. Yueyue is your daughter. You said you never care about her life, and over time she’s developed resentment towards you, which is why she did this. You have to understand your child.”

Song Xue'er's words almost made An Linsheng vomit blood. What did she mean by understanding a child? His legs had been broken by that little brat.

"Madam, you...how could you!"

Song Xue'er: "What's wrong with me?" She smiled and pushed the soup in his hand toward her mouth.

"Oh, I know, honey. You must be wondering why I made soup for you so early in the morning, right? It's all because of Yueyue's filial piety. She said you would definitely like it, so you should try it."

An Linsheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a sip. As soon as it entered his mouth, he was about to spit it out.

Song Xue'er hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Honey, you mustn't let my efforts go to waste. I started preparing this before dawn. If you don't drink it, won't you think I'm not considerate enough?"

With the soup at his lips, looking at Song Xue'er, he could only grit his teeth and drink it down.

"Qiqi, why are you still here?" Song Xue'er looked at An Qiqi in shock.

An Qiqi bit her lip, then realized that she had disturbed them, and smiled sensibly, "Then I'll go back first."

Why.

Why can Song Xueer be with her father openly and honestly, while her mother can only hide in the shadows and not see the light of day?

Song Xueer: "Honey, you should drink more. They say it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, so just rest well. Don't worry about the company. I've already asked Uncle Lin to come back and help you."

"What!" An Linsheng sat up straight in excitement.

Lin Guoqiang was Song Xueer's father's man, and it took him a full 15 years to get rid of him.

Now that Song Xue'er has invited him back without saying a word, isn't that ruining his plans?

He absolutely could not allow any accidents to happen at this time.

"Uncle Lin?"

Song Xue'er looked at his reaction with confusion and asked curiously, "Yes, it's Uncle Lin, honey. What's wrong? Isn't it good that Uncle Lin came back to help us? Or is there something you did that you can't let Uncle Lin know?"

An Linsheng, of course, would not admit it. He looked away guiltily, took Song Xue'er's hand, and said softly, "Madam, I was afraid of troubling Uncle Lin too much. After all, Uncle Lin is getting old. It would be best for him to enjoy his retirement abroad. Why make him run around and worry about us? Don't you think so?"

Song Xue'er sneered inwardly, "An Linsheng, you're just afraid that people will find out about all the good things you've done, aren't you?"

Song Xue'er nodded, looking as if she had been persuaded by his words. "Honey, what you said makes a lot of sense, but Uncle Lin said it's no trouble, he'll come back in person. You know he's good friends with my dad, how can I refuse, right?"

An Linsheng's face grew increasingly grim, his right hand clenching into a fist. "That idiot Song Xue'er!"

Once Lin Guoqiang returned, time became a tricky issue.

He needs to change his strategy as soon as possible.

**

When Song Shuyue arrived at the school, she saw Ma Juncai, whose feet were wrapped in white bandages and whose face was covered with wounds of all sizes.

Take out a lollipop, sit down leisurely, and see what happens when kind advice is ignored.

Ma Juncai's heart trembled at the thought of yesterday's car accident.

It's unimaginable that if he had been just one second faster, he would have been completely buried under the truck.

As he rode his bike home, Song Shuyue's words about him being in a car accident echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but slow down, still feeling lingering fear.

Little did he know that a terrifying accident would occur ahead, and the explosion of the truck also affected him.

He quickly jumped out of the car and into the water, but accidentally kicked a steel pipe and broke a leg, which was the best outcome he could hope for.

But how did Song Shuyue know that? Could it be that she has precognitive abilities?