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

He remembered clearly that Gao Congsheng's wife accidentally fell down the stairs and died in the middle of a stormy night, which also caused the eight-month-old fetus in her womb to suffocate.

At that time, Gao Congsheng was depressed and blamed himself for a long time, and had no mood to continue to complete the construction project, so he was left to supervise the completion of the project alone.

After the project was completed, Gao Congsheng was the first to announce it to the media. However, he did not mind that Gao had taken credit for his work, thinking that they were friends and that he had just lost his beloved.

If this honor and fame can help him emerge from that darkness, it will be a win-win situation for everyone.

"During that time, he was just outsmarting the police. Later, although he announced the completion of the project to the media as soon as possible, the public was more inclined to support you who had worked quietly. So your fame overshadowed his. He started to be jealous of you from then on, thinking that you were the one who manipulated and played tricks behind the scenes. Because he was not as tall as you, he always believed that you used your power behind the scenes, which is why the child was switched."

After all that buildup, the last sentence was the key point. Everyone in the car gasped and felt a chill run down their spines.

Song Shuyue casually opened the game interface. "If you don't believe me, the truth will come out in a moment. I won't go in with you. I want to finish this game first. Remember, you have to listen in secretly."

Song Lin's expression was grave. "If it really is him, then Gao Congsheng, I will not let you go."

As the group went inside, Song Lin was about to call for help when Song Qishen remembered Song Shuyue's words and quickly covered his father's mouth. The four of them stood aside and saw Gao Congsheng and his son.

Gao Congsheng angrily said to his son Gao Qiang, "We can't keep Song Qishen's painting. We need to move it out immediately and find a suitable location for it."

Gao Qiang snorted and shook off his father's hand. "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? What positioning? Do you know how much this painting is worth? Two hundred million. I've already negotiated with him. He said that as long as I can get this painting for him, he'll give me an extra one hundred million."

Gao Congsheng was furious and anxious. "It's not about the money now. I heard them say that there's a location tracking device in this painting. We need to get rid of it right away, or we'll be in trouble if the police find out about us."

Gao Qiang didn't believe it and said with a smile, "Dad, are you getting senile? How could there be a location in a painting? Besides, the Song family would never suspect you, so they won't trace it back to you. Don't worry, that old geezer Song Lin is so stupid, he couldn't even find out that you switched his daughter. What are you worried about?"

Gao Congsheng slapped him hard on the head and said in a low voice, "Shut up! Didn't I tell you? Keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone. If you don't listen to me, you can just wait to die."

Seeing his father like this, Gao Qiang felt a bit nonchalant and smug.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Didn't the Zhang couple refuse to admit it to the end? I really don't know what you're afraid of. Okay, there's no time. I need to hurry up and get the painting out of the country."

Hearing their conversation, Song Lin's face turned ashen, and he clenched his fists.

Gao Congsheng turned around and saw Song Lin and his group standing silently behind them with dark expressions.

Startled, her face turned pale instantly, and her body trembled violently. She wasn't sure if they had overheard their conversation. Suppressing her panic, she smiled and stepped forward.

"Song Lin, what brings you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand, so I wasn't prepared at all. Come, come in and sit down."

Song Yanzhao was furious and said coldly, "No need to come inside. You and your son can both go to the police station and sit down!"

Gao Congsheng pretended not to know and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? I don't know anything about this."

Seeing that things were not going well, Gao Qiang tried to sneak away, but Song Qishen kicked him to the ground.

"You bastard, I considered you a friend, and you stole my painting."

Gao Qiang trembled as he tried to argue, "It wasn't me, Qi Shen, you've misunderstood. I didn't steal your painting. I only just found out about it going missing. You have to believe me."

Song Qi gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Even now, you're still trying to deny it, Gao Qiang. What have I ever done to wrong you? At such a crucial moment for me, you actually stole the painting."

Knowing that his scheme had been exposed, Gao Qiang could only shift all the blame onto his father, pointing at Gao Congsheng and saying, "It really has nothing to do with me. It was all his doing. He's the one who told me to do it. He stole the painting and gave it to me, and then told me to sell it. It was all his doing! It has nothing to do with me."

Gao Congsheng never expected to be tricked by his own son. "You bastard!"

The sound of police sirens came from outside the door. Gao Qiang panicked and grabbed Gao Congsheng in a flustered manner. "Dad, I'm your only son. You have to save me. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to go to jail. Go ahead and go to jail. It's all your idea anyway!"

Gao Congsheng was almost furious. "Get out!" he shouted, kicking the good-for-nothing jerk away.

Song Lin stepped forward and asked in a heavy tone, "Why did you do this?"

Knowing that all was lost, Gao Congsheng looked up at the sky and sighed, "I'm just unwilling to accept it. Song Lin, you were born taller than me, more capable than me, and even my goddess Anman confessed to you. I hate the injustice of fate. You're like God's favorite, you've got all the advantages. Why is it that every time someone mentions me, Gao Congsheng, I'm always Song Lin's friend, while I'm just an assistant clinging to you? Even you look down on me, don't you?"

Song Lin closed his eyes in despair and turned to the side. "Gao Congsheng, I have never looked down on you. Whether you believe it or not, I have always considered you a friend. It's no use saying this now. You have harmed my daughter, and I will make you pay the price."

It would be a lie to say that Gao Congsheng and Gao Qiang were not saddened and grieved after being taken away by the police. After all, it's hard for anyone to accept that their best friend of so many years was the one who stabbed them in the back the most.

A light drizzle began to fall, draping the entire city in a gray, gloomy veil.

Song Lin stood in the corner smoking, his back slightly hunched. Song Qishen and Song Qitian felt that their father had aged ten years in an instant.

All they can do is stay by your side.

Song Yanzhao got into the car first and saw that Song Shuyue was still engrossed in playing games. He patted her head and said, "Be careful not to get addicted to games."

Song Shuyue glared at him unhappily, her red lips slightly parted, "You have no manners."

Song Yanzhao said helplessly, "Song Shuyue, tell me, who did you take after to be so rigid and feudal?"

Song Shuyue: "Get out!"

Song Yanzhao feigned an air of superiority, saying, "I'm your own brother, so you better watch yourself, do you hear me?"

Song Shuyue's sharp, cold gaze swept over him, and Song Yanzhao immediately cowered, "Didn't I already say it's not okay!"