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

"Hello, Song Shuyue!"

Ma Juncai chuckled and leaned closer to Song Shuyue, his ingratiating tone practically screaming that he needed her help.

Song Shuyue called out for a lollipop, but only glanced at him indifferently before turning away and ignoring him.

Ma Juncai didn't care about being rejected; all he wanted to know was how Song Shuyue knew he would be in a car accident.

"Song Shuyue, I admit I was wrong before, and I sincerely apologize to you. Can you answer me yesterday when you said I would be in a car accident? How did you know that?"

Song Shuyue rolled her eyes at him and slowly uttered a single word, "Get lost!"

When you need something from someone, is this how you behave?

Don't you understand social etiquette?

Ma Jun stood there awkwardly, realizing that Song Shuyue was so aloof.

There wasn't a trace of a smile on her small, palm-sized face. She clipped her originally thick bangs up with strawberry hair clips, making her already fair and delicate face even more beautiful after revealing her forehead, as exquisite as a porcelain doll.

Ma Juncai couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty; her skin was like a cracked egg, so white and tender, without a single pore visible.

While she was truly engrossed in admiring him, she slapped him across the face.

Ma Juncai lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Shuyue warned fiercely, "If you look at me again, I'll gouge your eyes out. You have no manners."

A little brat dares to stare at her so intently, he's got no sense of his own mortality.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Ma Juncai's face immediately turned bright red.

What do you mean by being disrespectful? They're all the same age.

She was younger than him.

Song Shuyue actually said that he had no respect for elders.

"Hey, Song Shuyue, I just wanted to ask you a question, is it really that serious?"

Ma Juncai rubbed his buttocks, "Ouch, that really hurts!"

Song Shuyue narrowed her eyes at him coldly, "Want to know? You go to buy something empty-handed and they give it to you for free? Wishful thinking."

After saying that, Song Shuyue left the classroom.

Ma Juncai, who was left with a puzzled look on his face, finally realized what was happening and hurriedly chased after them.

"Song Shuyue, no, Yueyue, big sister, just tell me! I'll help you with anything you want me to do, consider it a favor I owe you, okay?"

Song Shuyue can gain merit by helping others; those who are rich or noble are more likely to gain merit than ordinary people.

Yesterday I reminded Ma Juncai that he should have been disabled in both legs in that car accident, but now he only has fractures.

She can also earn merit points; she's currently in debt, so her merit points are increased by 5.

But Ma Juncai's matter is far from over.

Thinking of this, Song Shuyue stopped in her tracks.

"You really want to know?"

Ma Juncai nodded heavily. "Think about it, Song Shuyue, can you tell me?"

Song Shuyue: "Lately I've been craving classic Chinese cuisine."

Ma Juncai instantly understood, took out his phone and made a few quick operations, "I've already made arrangements. After school today, I wonder if you're free, Song Shuyue? I've specially asked Haitiange to prepare a top-class private room."

Song Shuyue's eyes lit up. Haitian Pavilion was the most famous, most expensive and top-notch restaurant in Qing City. A single dish cost more than 100,000 yuan. It was indeed impressive.

"Ah."

Ma Juncai was very happy to hear her agree, "Okay, then I'll pick you up after school today."

Standing opposite them were Song Qiqi and her friends.

"Qiqi, am I right? Song Shuyue is indeed seducing Ma Juncai. She's shameless. She knows that Ma Juncai likes you, but she still deliberately gets close to him."

"Yes! Qiqi, Song Shuyue is too much and too arrogant. She's just an adopted daughter, yet she dared to show off in front of you and use these petty tricks."

"Qiqi, you should assert your authority as Miss An and let her know her own status and position."

An Qiqi stared intently at Song Shuyue across from her, feigning grievance and understanding, and said, "Maybe we misunderstood. Ma Juncai is our classmate. Sister Yueyue shouldn't do such a thing. After all, studies are more important. The college entrance examination is coming soon, and I don't want to make Yueyue unhappy at this time and affect her exam."

"Qiqi, you're just too kind! With Song Shuyue's grades, what university can she get into? In the end, she'll still have to rely on your An family to pay for her admission. You should make her understand that everything she has now is thanks to you."

"If you ask me, your parents should just kick her out. Look at her, she's only just turned 18 and she's already looking for a new boyfriend. If she really manages to hook up with Ma Juncai, she'll be incredibly arrogant and smug."

With everyone chiming in, An Qiqi's vanity was once again satisfied.

But at the same time, he resented Song Shuyue for taking the initiative to ask her out to dinner.

Song Shuyue, what little tricks have you been up to behind the scenes?

The school bell rang

Song Shuyue was asked by her teacher to go to the office to retrieve her test paper.

When she returned to the classroom, she found that someone had poured red ink on her chair.

He gave a cold laugh. "Fine, you even dare to mess with her. You're courting death without even looking where you're going."

Thinking back, this little girl was really pitiful. Because of An Qiqi's instigation and deliberate exaggeration, she was isolated by the whole class and no one wanted to play with her.

High blood pressure caused the little girl to become increasingly introverted. Already suffering from heart disease, coupled with her depressed mood, she ultimately met a tragic end.

The teacher merely glanced at her and said indifferently, "What are you doing? Sit down right now!"

A look of shock flashed across Song Shuyue's eyes. The teacher clearly saw it, so why didn't he stand up for her?

"Song Shuyue, if you're so willing to stand, then go stand outside and don't disturb the other students' exam. Go out right now."

Song Shuyue decided to explain the situation, hoping that the teacher wasn't blind to it.

Her gaze fell on the stool. "Teacher, I can't sit down. You can see it yourself, it's in my seat."

The teacher dismissed her words. She was used to a poor student who often skipped class and started causing trouble as soon as she arrived at school.

So before Song Shuyue could finish speaking, he interrupted her sternly, saying, "Song Shuyue, I'll say it again, sit down and attend class properly, or I'll call your parents."

Song Shuyue said coldly, "Teacher, someone deliberately put ink on my chair. Shouldn't you stand up for me?"

The teacher slammed his hand on the desk in frustration.

"Song Shuyue, you're always making trouble. Why don't you just go to another class and find a chair to sit down? Why do you have to disrupt the class? Today is a test. What if it were the college entrance exam a month from now? Would you still be making such a fuss?"

Song Shuyue sneered and kicked the table and chairs away.

"Ah!" the students exclaimed in surprise.

No one expected her to kick over the tables and chairs.

Just as Ma Jun was about to stand up and speak for her, the table and chairs flew out.