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

Taking advantage of this holiday, Song Shuyue followed Song Haojin's clues to find out who was deliberately targeting her.

It's important to understand that Song Haojin is the backbone of the Song family's main branch. If something happens to him, many of their businesses will face bankruptcy.

Song Shuyue turned her head to look at Song Zixuan, who was slurping noodles beside her, her eyes blank.

Song Zixuan ate heartily, and when he noticed her gaze on him, he pointed to the bowl on the table.

"Why won't you believe me? Snail rice noodles are delicious, they just smell a bit stinky. But this stuff smells good but tastes bad. You should try it."

Song Shuyue pushed the snail rice noodles in front of him expressionlessly.

"Don't eat!"

Song Zixuan snorted and poured the untouched bowl of snail rice noodles into his own bowl.

"If you don't know how to appreciate delicious food, I'll eat it instead of you."

The two were looking for the secretary Song Haojin had mentioned, who was also the so-called mistress that Yun Yun had hired to work for the company.

After learning the address, the two arrived, but Song Zixuan couldn't resist the sight of snail rice noodles.

Song Shuyue had no choice but to stop, since she had brought along a burden.

A moment later, the woman slowly walked out, her body swaying.

She recognized Song Zixuan at a glance and turned to leave, but Song Zixuan was no pushover. He took a big step and chased after her, stopping her.

"Let me go! What are you doing? What do you want?"

Song Zixuan: "It seems you know me."

Ming Xiaoqian struggled and shouted, "What else do you want? Haven't I already admitted my mistake and spent a few days in the police station?"

Ming Xiaoqian believed they came because of Song Haojin's matter.

Song Zixuan gripped her arm tightly, furious. "How dare you say that? It was because of you that my parents almost got divorced, you crazy woman!"

Ming Xiaoqian: "They're not divorced yet, are you all being so petty? I already said I didn't mean it."

"You!" Song Zixuan was speechless.

Song Shuyue glanced at her indifferently, her expression detached. "Sit down and let's chat."

Song Zixuan released him, and Ming Xiaoqian regained her confidence as soon as she was free, twisting her arm that had been pinched sore.

"Why should I work with you? We're not related, and I haven't done anything wrong, humph."

Song Shuyue: "Because I can find your son."

Upon hearing this, the woman's body trembled violently. She immediately turned back, a smile blooming on her face, and asked incredulously, "Is what you said true? You're not lying to me, are you? No, you must be lying to me. How could you possibly know about my son?"

The woman's expression changed as soon as she finished speaking.

As she prepared to leave again, her steps were noticeably slower than before. She wanted to hear Song Shuyue say a few more words to confirm whether she truly had news of her son.

But Song Shuyue didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Finally, the woman couldn't hold back any longer. She turned around and followed Song Shuyue, asking loudly, "Do you really know anything about my son? How did you find out?"

Song Shuyue's expression remained icy. "If you want to know, you have to tell me everything you know."

Ming Xiaoqian bit her lip and clenched her fists. On one side was the son she had been searching for, and on the other was her benefactor. No matter which choice she made, she was in a very difficult situation.

In the end, familial love triumphed over gratitude.

"If you can help me find my son, I will tell you everything I know."

Inside the restaurant, Ming Xiaoqian went in first, and Song Zixuan and I asked in shock, "Wait, how did you know she had a son?"

Song Zixuan was filled with doubt. Could it be that Song Shuyue had some kind of precognitive ability?

She had predicted his leg injury many times before, and it seemed she could really foresee the outcome. All signs indicated that Song Shuyue was no ordinary person. Thinking of this, Song Zixuan couldn't help but feel respect for her.

Song Shuyue frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't I show you the information your dad investigated when we came? It clearly states that she once had a missing boy. Song Zixuan, what were you doing just now? Didn't you take a single word to heart?"

Song Haojin's investigation was so thorough that it was as if he had completely understood Ming Xiaoqian.

Song Zixuan scratched his head awkwardly and laughed, "I really didn't look carefully. Is it too late for me to go and check now?"

Song Shuyue: "Get out!"

Song Zixuan chuckled dryly, not daring to say another word.

Ming Xiaoqian nervously clenched and unclenched her fingers, her heart pounding. She looked at the girl in front of her with a mixture of tension and anticipation. Did the girl really know about her son?

"Do you really know anything about my son?" As she spoke, tears welled up in Ming Xiaoqian's eyes and slid down her chin. She immediately reached out to wipe them away.

She only agreed to work for them in order to find her son.

"I know, your son went missing when he was five years old, and you searched for him for ten years, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ming Xiaoqian nodded emphatically. They were members of the Song family, and these people could resolve enormous matters with just a flick of their fingers.

"I can tell you, but what information can you give me?"

Song Zixuan couldn't stand Song Shuyue's indifference any longer and poked her arm.

"Look how sad she is crying, why don't you tell her first?"

As the saying goes, parents' hearts are full of love and worry. It's not easy for any parent. She was missing for ten whole years. How much suffering must her mother have endured?

Song Shuyue's cold gaze swept over him fiercely.

Song Zixuan immediately shut up! He gestured with his hand as if making a zipper, signaling him to shut up.

Ming Xiaoqian laughed and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“You’re much better than Song Zixuan, you have a lot of spirit, little girl. I admit I can’t outmaneuver you. Whether you believe it or not, I don’t actually know that person’s true identity. About a year ago, he found me and told me what I had to do. The condition for his dismissal was to find my son. Almost a year has passed, and there’s still no news of my son. Of course, they won’t treat me badly. They give me 100 million every month. This 100 million is what gives me the confidence to find my son.”

Song Zixuan listened attentively, then glanced at Song Shuyue.

With her slender, fair fingers, she slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spoke.

His eyes were pale, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"So you know that your conditions don't meet my standards. Then I can only tell you that your son was taken away by an acquaintance and has been by your side all these years."

Ming Xiaoqian instantly became agitated, "Who? Who took my son away!"

Her questioning went unanswered by Song Shuyue, who then took a business card from Song Zixuan's breast pocket and placed it on the table.

"As for whether you want to know or not, that depends on your sincerity! I'm a straightforward person and I don't like to drag things out. If you can give me a satisfactory answer in three days, I guarantee you can see your son immediately."