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

"Don't mention those two to me. They're hypocritical and selfish. They never genuinely respected me. If I didn't want to study hard, they could have just given me some money to graduate, wouldn't that have been enough? I want to stay in a big city and work. I just want to be a manager. Is that so hard? They could easily use their existing resources to pull some strings. But what did they tell me? They actually told me to be down-to-earth. Haha! Down-to-earth? Why did they arrange for their own daughter to study abroad? Why can't I go?"

Madam Fu was furious. "It's because you don't work hard enough, you want to get ahead overnight, and you're always complaining and blaming others."

Fu Yuyao's eyes were full of disdain and dissatisfaction. "Stop wasting your breath on her. The police are here. Let her talk to the police if she has anything to say."

"You can't treat me like this! That's my daughter. I'm free to treat her however I want. You have no right, no right at all! Let me go! Let me go! What right do you have to arrest me?" The woman cursed as she was taken away by the police.

The doctor came over, took off his mask, and said with a smile, "The person is fine now and has regained consciousness."

Fu Shuya strode in and looked at the frail girl on the bed with a sallow face. A wave of pain and sorrow washed over her.

"Cousin, what's wrong with me?"

Fu Shuya wiped away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks and said with a smile, "It's alright, it's alright, you'll be fine from now on."

Madam Fu was very grateful to Song Shuyue. She had heard that Song Shuyue was her son's classmate and knew what her son was thinking just by looking at him.

"Auntie will call you Yueyue, okay? Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, this wouldn't be over today. Yueyue, our Fu family owes you a favor. If you ever need anything in the future, just come to us. Don't be shy."

Song Shuyue withdrew her hand and smiled faintly: "It was nothing. If you need it in the future, I will certainly not be polite. It's getting late, I should go back now."

"Sit a little longer, have a meal before you go back. I know your mother, so if you have time, Auntie will come to visit you."

Song Shuyue couldn't stand the excessive enthusiasm, so she smiled and said, "No, I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

Madam Fu quickly called to Fu Yuyao, "Let my son take you home." She then instructed him, "You must make sure you get him home safely, do you hear me?"

Fu Yuyao: "Mom, I will."

On the road

Fu Yuyao hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "I've said 'thank you' a hundred times in my heart, Yueyue. If there's anything you need me to do in the future, I'll help you."

Song Shuyue nodded, "Yes, I will ask you for help in the future."

Fu Yuyao was very happy and nodded heavily, "Yes."

Song Shuyue shifted her gaze to the window, her eyes darkening, and reminded her, "I don't recommend that you leave that girl in the Fu family. Although she is pitiful, everyone has their own way of life. If you force a change, you may repeat the same mistakes."

Madam Fu and her sister are a typical example. Madam Fu was too kind-hearted, which made those people greedy and took advantage of her. In other words, she was the one who cultivated their ambition.

In the end, it hurts both others and oneself.

Fu Yuyao wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what "wolf's ambition" meant. "I understand. I don't plan to let her stay. There will be a special organization to sponsor her."

Song Yanzhou and Song Yanzhao waited and waited, but Song Shuyue didn't come home. Could something have happened?

Just as they were about to go out to look for it, they saw a sports car drive towards them and stop at the door. The driver was a young man who was quite good-looking. When Song Shuyue got out, the two looked at each other and strode over.

“Yueyue! Who is he?” Song Yanzhao looked at Fu Yuyao and questioned him.

Is this girl dating someone? She's only just turned 18!

"Hello, my name is Fu Yuyao, and I am Yueyue's classmate."

Song Yanzhou interrupted with a dark face, "Stop, is that how you address Yueyue? Yueyue, you go inside first."

Song Shuyue shook her head helplessly, "He's just my classmate. He happened to be bringing me back today. Don't overthink it."

Hearing the explanation, the two were relieved. "Now that you're home, you should go back early too."

Fu Yuyao could see that the two disliked him, but he wasn't unhappy at all. He knew that Yueyue was their only sister, so naturally they had to be wary of these thieves.

"Okay, Yueyue, see you tomorrow."

Song Shuyue: "Mm."

Song Yanzhao ruffled Song Shuyue's hair roughly and warned her in a low voice, "Hey! Song Shuyue, let me tell you, dating will affect your studies. How old are you? You're already thinking about dating. Be careful you don't get scammed and end up counting money for the scammer."

Song Shuyue's little face puffed up angrily, her eyes wide with fury. "You're the one who got tricked! Don't touch my head!"

Song Yanzhao also became interested, and patted her head again, saying with a smile, "I'll touch you, I'll touch you, what can you do to me?"

"Song Yanzhao! You're asking for death."

The two chased each other, and Song Yanzhou smiled and closed the door behind them.

The phone rang, and when he took it out, his good mood instantly vanished. What exactly was Zhou Yangjun up to? He had tried to befriend him time and time again, but he didn't believe that Zhou Yangjun was willing to cooperate with him or make friends.

There must be some purpose behind it.

He'll go and meet him tonight!

When Zhou Yangjun saw Song Yanzhou's reply to the text message, in which he agreed to meet up that evening, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and then he turned off his phone with a bright smile.

"Mr. Zhou, what's making you so happy?"

Zhou Yangjun: "You don't understand. Get ready, I'm meeting someone tonight."

"Mr. Zhou, who is it that warrants such a grand reception from you?"

Zhou Yangjun: "Song Yanzhou!"

The subordinate was quite surprised. "Song Yanzhou? President Zhou, aren't we mortal enemies? You're inviting him to dinner? Oh, I see, President Zhou, you must be planning to make a move against him tonight, right?"

Zhou Yangjun's expression changed drastically, and he warned sternly, "You are not allowed to target Song Yanzhou anymore. I want to be friends with him and we will cooperate in the future. Give the order to be more polite to Song Yanzhou in the future."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou."

After dinner, Song Zixuan arrived. He was ordered by his father to pick up Song Shuyue. "Yueyue, Yueyue, are you done yet?"

Song Shuyue changed her clothes and saw Song Zixuan lounging on the sofa with his legs propped up on the table. She frowned and said, "Can't you sit still for a while? Do you have hemorrhoids on your butt, or are there nails on the sofa?"

Song Zixuan didn't expect her to talk back to him. He snorted and said, "Song Shuyue, I find that you are too old-fashioned. We call it doing whatever we want, being free and unrestrained. Doing things in a proper and orderly manner is not my style, Song Zixuan."

Song Shuyue rolled her eyes at him and walked out the door.