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

Upon hearing this, Gao Congsheng's expression changed drastically, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed, feigning confusion as he asked, "What are you talking about? How would I know where that painting is?"

Song Lin walked over to Gao Congsheng and patted him on the shoulder. "That's right, Yueyue, we came together. The painting must have been switched by Mu Jiang. Tell me, where is the painting?"

Mu Jiang blurted out instinctively, "What did you say? I didn't see it at all."

A fierce glint flashed in Gao Congsheng's eyes, and Mu Jiang trembled.

He wasn't stupid. Stealing a valuable painting was far more serious than spreading rumors and slander. Besides, he genuinely hadn't seen the painting.

Song Lin: "You still won't admit it? Who else could it be but you?"

Mu Jiang hurriedly explained, "I'm telling the truth. I didn't see any paintings at all. When I came here last night, the walls were empty; there were no paintings at all."

Song Qitian carefully observed his expression and felt that he had no reason to lie, since his affair had been exposed and he would inevitably have to go to the police station.

"Are you sure the painting was already gone when you hung the photo here last night?"

Mu Jiang nodded heavily, "Yes, yes, I swear to God, I know my actions were wrong, but that painting is very valuable, I'm not that stupid to destroy it."

He slandered and tarnished Song Qishen's reputation, and there's still room for redemption. But if he really destroyed that painting, he would truly be imprisoned for life.

Song Qishen also believed his explanation, "I don't think the painting's disappearance has anything to do with him. There are surveillance cameras here, let's have someone check the footage!"

The manager rushed over, wiping the sweat from his forehead, extremely nervous. "Mr. Song, I'm so sorry, the surveillance footage has been deleted. I've already asked the technicians to fix it as soon as possible, but an hour has passed and it's still not done... Mr. Song, it's all our fault, but... we don't know why this happened. I'm so sorry, so sorry."

The manager kept bowing and apologizing, clearly showing he was genuinely afraid.

Song Yanzhao walked over briskly, patted Song Qishen on the shoulder, and said nonchalantly, "Cousin, you're so smart. You put a GPS tracker on that painting beforehand. The police are coming soon, so we can track the location and see who has the guts to steal your painting."

Upon hearing that a GPS tracker had been installed on the painting, Mu Jiang and the manager both breathed a sigh of relief. Now they could be ruled out as suspects!

Gao Congsheng was not so comfortable. He was anxious and swallowed nervously. He made an excuse and said, "Song Lin, since the painting has a GPS tracking device, it must be able to reach you. You can focus on finding the painting. I won't bother you any longer. I have to go back to the temple for something. It's getting late, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying this, Gao Congsheng hurriedly left.

Everyone else had already left, and the media had reported the truth of the matter. The disappearance of a priceless landscape painting still caused a social sensation.

"Let's go!" Song Shuyue said to the group.

Song Qishen was completely baffled from the very beginning. What positioning was there on that painting?

"Where are we going? And what's with the location tracking? What's going on?"

Before Song Shuyue could speak, Song Yanzhao said with a smile, "My sister said that the mastermind behind today's events is Gao Congsheng. I deliberately mentioned that I had a location, and look at him, he's rushing back to destroy the evidence. If we follow him, I can find out the truth."

Song Lin was incredulous, but seeing Song Shuyue's unsmiling and serious expression, his heart ached.

Could it really be Gao Congsheng?

why?

They've been friends for so many years.

“Dad, if you don’t want to go, then we’ll go instead!” Song Qitian knew that his father and Gao Congsheng were childhood friends, and their friendship was even closer than that of family.

Song Lin took a deep breath and smiled, "It's okay, I'll go with you."

Regardless of the truth, he should investigate and find out if it really is him!

He won't be merciful either; he can scheme against him and his family, so don't blame him.

He lost sight of him halfway through the chase. Frustrated, Song Yanzhao scratched his head. There were so many forks in the road; which way did he go?

Just as he was about to ask Song Shuyue, Song Qishen, who had been silent all along, said, "Go to the one on the left."

Song Yanzhao glanced at Song Qishen and then at Song Shuyue. Only after receiving a nod from Song Shuyue did he immediately start the vehicle and head towards the left-hand road.

Song Qishen vaguely sensed that something was wrong. A few days ago, Gao Congsheng's son, Gao Qiang, had been subtly inquiring about the painting from him.

Although this painting took him three years to complete, it was purchased by a wealthy foreign tycoon a year ago for 200 million yuan, who said he wanted to hang it in his castle palace.

However, he could tell that the man was not someone who loved painting, and besides, he didn't need those two hundred million, so he politely declined.

But somehow Gao Qiang found out about this, and afterwards he kept asking about the painting.

He now strongly suspects that Gao Qiang took the painting.

Although Gao Qiang comes from a good family, he is a gambler and a spendthrift. He has squandered several of his family's companies. At this rate, the Gao family will probably cease to exist in a few years.

How did you know he would take this route?

Song Qitian asked his younger brother, puzzled.

Song Qishen: "Gao Qiang had been asking me about the painting, and he also knew that it had already fetched a high price at auction, so..."

Song Qitian nodded. "That makes sense now. I heard some definite news recently that Gao Qiang owes 800 million in South Africa."

Song Lin's eyes darkened. The art exhibition was under layers of security, and it was impossible for outsiders to enter unless they had his access card, which he had given to Gao Congsheng before.

Because he had mentioned wanting to check in advance what aspects of the art exhibition still needed improvement, Gao Congsheng gave him the access card without any suspicion.

Song Lin felt a chill creep up from the soles of his feet and into his heart, making him feel completely cold.

What Song Shuyue said next was an even bigger blow to him, and he couldn't believe it.

“More than 30 years ago, when you and Gao Congsheng were doing construction work abroad and were also in the public transport group, you had a dispute. At that time, it was because you wanted to use more high-end building materials, but he disagreed, thinking that ordinary ones were enough. As a result, the two of you had a fierce argument. He drank alcohol and went back with a belly full of anger, and strangled his wife to death, along with the eight-month-old fetus in her belly.”

"What!" Song Lin's eyes widened as he looked at Song Shuyue in disbelief. "His wife and children didn't fall down the stairs by accident..."