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

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping his head and sitting on the sofa with utter despair. "Then what do we do?"

Song Yanzhou hesitated for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and said to him, "You can ask him when the transaction took place and where it was held. Following the clues he provides, you might find some leads."

Song Zixuan suddenly realized, "That's right, Song Yanzhou, what you said makes a lot of sense. I'll go ask him now."

Song Yanzhou pulled him back, "Are you sure he'll tell you the truth if you ask him like that?"

Song Zixuan: "Then how else can we ask?"

Song Yanzhou stood up. "One million, I can help you."

Upon hearing this number, Song Zixuan was shocked and cried out in alarm.

"What! 100 million? Song Yanzhou, are you trying to be shameless? We're relatives, and I'm your cousin. How can you even ask for 100 million?"

Song Yanzhou turned to leave expressionlessly, but Song Zixuan panicked and quickly grabbed his hand.

"Uncle, uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? But I really don't have any money. I'm penniless right now. I really can't come up with a million. My dad will never give me any money. I accidentally broke his vase last time."

Song Zixuan was telling the truth; he had never escaped being punished by his father, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

The young masters of wealthy families are always eating, drinking, and having fun, with countless riches. They are truly born with a silver spoon in their mouths and never have to worry about anything in their lives.

He would beg them for ages every day for that little bit of pocket money before they would give it to him.

How miserable his life must have been!

Song Yanzhou sneered, "Serves you right. You're a grown man and you're always asking your family for money. Can't you find a way to earn it yourself?"

Song Zixuan retorted, "It's like you've never asked your family for money."

Song Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, a hint of pride in his voice, "You're absolutely right. I haven't asked my family for a single penny since I was 18, and now my net worth is clearly much higher."

"Stop, stop, that's enough," Song Zixuan quickly interrupted.

Stop putting him down. He knows he's a little bit useless, but he... he also has a lot of good points sometimes, okay?

"I don't have any money anyway, so please help me this once," Song Zixuan said pitifully.

Seeing his expression, Song Yanzhou couldn't bear it. "Alright, I heard you're quite knowledgeable about racing. One of my clients has a racing car that's having problems. If you can help take a look and fix it, I'll help you out this time."

Upon hearing the word "racing," Song Zixuan's eyes lit up. "I can do it, I can do it, leave it to me."

He has been studying racing cars since he was a child. In this field, he dares to claim to be number one and no one dares to claim to be number two. Let alone repairing racing cars, he can even build one himself. It's a piece of cake for him!

"Oh? You really think you can do it? Don't talk big, you can't do it."

Song Zixuan patted his chest and confidently assured him, "Don't worry! No matter what type of race car it is, I can tell what's wrong with it just by looking at it. Take me to see it!"

Arriving at the underground parking garage

Song Zixuan immediately noticed the most eye-catching car among the row of luxury cars, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to run over.

"My God, it really is the Floating Shadow TG race car, handcrafted, with only three units produced worldwide, and each one is priced at over 1.8 million RMB."

Song Zixuan stared at it like a lovesick fool, his hand involuntarily reaching out to touch it.

Song Yanzhou couldn't bear to look at him and pulled him over, saying, "Alright, alright, let's get down to business."

Song Zixuan coughed twice, glanced around, and saw many luxury cars. Each one could be considered the domain of a big shot, and a sense of admiration and respect rose in his heart.

He knew that Song Yanzhou was in the bodyguard business and that he was a rising force in Beijing who had quickly seized the resources of the century-old Zhou family.

Now, just by looking at these cars, you know that the people he's associated with are all extraordinary.

"How's it going? Can you get it done?"

After inspecting the car, Song Zixuan looked serious and said earnestly, "It's fine, no big problem. But for this type of car, we usually ask the owner first. Ask him for his opinion."

"No need, as long as you can fix the car."

Song Zixuan nodded, "Give me half an hour and I can get it done."

Song Yanzhou: "I'll wait for you outside. I'll come out when I'm done."

After half an hour.

Song Zixuan walked out looking disheveled, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Okay, what about what you promised me?"

Song Yanzhou was sitting in a chair drinking tea, and was about to pour him a cup.

Song Zixuan picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth, saying, "I'm exhausted."

Song Yanzhou shook his head helplessly, took the documents handed to him by his subordinate, and placed them on the table. "This is what you want to know. I've asked everything I could. I even had my subordinate draw a portrait of the mysterious person for you. This is the surveillance footage. If you follow this lead, it shouldn't take long."

Looking at the documents and then at Song Yanzhou, who appeared calm, composed, and domineering, Song Zixuan was deeply impressed by his professionalism.

Song Zixuan took the documents and left.

Lin Yan, one of the subordinates, stepped forward. "Boss, aren't you afraid that Miss will lose?"

A smile appeared in Song Yanzhou's eyes. "He can't possibly find out in two days."

Lin Yan: "Boss, are you really that sure? He's your cousin, after all, his abilities are definitely there."

Song Yanzhou: "That's so stupid."

Lin Yan: “…”

Bai Lingling sent several messages, but Song Zixuan didn't reply. She went to his house to look for him, but he wasn't there, which made Bai Lingling feel a little disappointed.

Just as she was about to go back, she saw Song Zixuan rushing back. She was about to go up and greet him.

To everyone's surprise, Song Zixuan acted as if he didn't see her at all, and simply walked past her.

Bai Lingling was furious, thinking he was doing it on purpose. She stomped her foot and turned to leave.

Song Zixuan then realized he seemed to have seen someone, turned around and noticed Bai Lingling, "Bai Lingling, what are you doing here?"

Bai Lingling felt resentful when she thought about how he had completely ignored her earlier.

"What's it to you?" she said irritably and turned to leave.

Song Zixuan was completely confused. He scratched his head and said, "Alright, take care."

Bai Lingling turned around abruptly, "Song Zixuan! You bastard!"

Song Zixuan pointed to himself in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

Bai Lingling looked at his red hair, which seemed to be draped in a hazy oil painting effect under the setting sun, making him very handsome.

Suppressing the flutter in her heart, she bit her lip and asked, "You don't reply to my messages, and you're not here when I come to find you. What have you been busy with these past few days?"