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

Song Zixuan: "I was looking into something. Sorry, I didn't mean to. I really didn't have time to check my phone."

Seeing his serious expression and hearing that he was investigating something, Bai Lingling slowly stepped forward and said, "What are you investigating? Would you mind telling me? Maybe I can help you."

Song Zixuan nodded. "Let's go inside and talk."

Ten minutes later, Song Zixuan told Bai Lingling what had happened.

After listening, Bai Lingling hesitated and thought for a while, "So that's how it is. These people are so bad. Let me help you investigate. This area happens to be my home. With me here, it will be much more convenient for you, won't it?"

Song Zixuan: "Okay."

Song Shuyue didn't say he couldn't find help.

Song Shuyue, the other half, sat on the sofa reading a book, while Song Yanzhao lay listlessly on another sofa, sighing incessantly.

"Hey!"

"oops."

"Hey."

Song Shuyue tightened her grip on the book slightly, her temples throbbing. With a "snap," she slammed the book shut, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Song Yanzhao quickly called out to her, "Hey, Yueyue, where are you going?"

Song Shuyue said coldly, "Go to sleep."

Song Yanzhao quickly got up and moved closer to her in a fawning manner, "Yueyue, look, I'm your dear brother, right?"

Song Shuyue looked at him expressionlessly, "Speak your mind."

Song Yanzhao gave a thumbs up and praised her highly: "As expected of my sister, we are so in sync. I have no clue about Yueyue's directing career. I asked around in the Song family, but I didn't find anyone who works in directing. There are a lot of applicants, but I don't think any of them are good enough. They are either too young or too confident and arrogant. They don't even read a script and they say they have a bright future. Yueyue, where am I supposed to find talent?"

This matter is really troubling him. He couldn't find a suitable one in Shanghai, so he came to Beijing to look for one, but he still hasn't met a satisfactory one.

"There might be a suitable candidate at the engagement party, just wait and see!"

Hearing his sister's words, Song Yanzhao's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"My dear sister, Yueyue, with your words, I feel like I can do it again!"

Song Shuyue pushed him away and went upstairs directly.

The agreed-upon three days had passed, and Ming Xiaoqian took the initiative to contact Song Zixuan, who then came to pick up Song Shuyue.

Song Shuyue: "What? You're sure you're going to lose, so you're not saying a word?"

Song Zixuan immediately retorted, "No way! You're not allowed to underestimate me. I'm sure I'll win this time. I'm confident of victory."

As he spoke, he patted his chest confidently and assured them.

Song Shuyue smiled and said, "Then I wish you good luck."

Song Zixuan was only dissatisfied with Ming Xiaoqian. She clearly didn't know who was behind it all, yet she lied to him, saying that she would have definite news later.

Although I understand her love for her son, lying is wrong.

Arrival at the restaurant

Ming Xiaoqian had been waiting anxiously for a long time. When she saw Song Shuyue and Song Zixuan, she didn't bother to sit down and chat. She went straight over.

"I can tell you who's behind this, but you have to tell me where your son is first."

Song Shuyue walked past her and sat down unhurriedly. "Why should I believe you? I've said I don't do business at a loss."

Ming Xiaoqian clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, as if she had confirmed something. "I didn't lie to you. I contacted the person who gave me the money. He said that the person behind it is an enemy of your Song family."

Song Zixuan said loudly, dissatisfied, "Ming Xiaoqian, we're not stupid. Even a fool would know that targeting our Song family makes us our enemies. Otherwise, why would anyone target someone for no reason?"

Ming Xiaoqian was startled and clenched her fists anxiously. "I...I really know. As long as you tell me where my son is, I will definitely tell you."

Song Zixuan glared at her and pulled Song Shuyue up.

“Let’s go. She’s a liar. She doesn’t know anything and is trying to fool us.”

Seeing the two about to leave, Ming Xiaoqian panicked and quickly stopped them, "No, don't go! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Seeing that she was still up to her old tricks, Song Zixuan was furious. "You're still lying! You have no idea! Who are you trying to frame?"

Ming Xiaoqian was stunned. "I...I..."

Song Shuyue removed Song Zixuan's hand. "Just because I said I don't do unprofitable deals doesn't mean I only need that one answer."

Ming Xiaoqian's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?"

Song Shuyue slowly said, "If I remember correctly, you used to be a senior executive at a large overseas company. You resigned because you were dissatisfied with your job. I need the things you brought from that company."

Ming Xiaoqian's pupils dilated suddenly, and she stepped back in shock, unable to believe it. "You... how could you know about this?"

She had done this so meticulously that it was impossible for anyone to discover it, and she had never revealed it. Even that company hadn't found out. How could this girl in front of her know about it?

"The document is worthless in your hands. I know you want to make a fortune with this confidential document, but I can tell you the truth: you've miscalculated. In business, this document is confidential, but in your hands, it's just a piece of waste paper."

What Song Shuyue said was true. Even if he presented this document to their rival company now, they would only treat it as a piece of waste paper.

"Okay! I can give you the things, but can you guarantee you'll help me find my son?"

Song Shuyue smiled faintly, a hint of relief appearing in her eyes, "I can let you see your son right away, how about it?"

Ming Xiaoqian was extremely excited and stepped forward to grab her hand, "Is it true? Where is my son?"

Song Shuyue: "Are you sure your son loves you as his mother?"

Without even thinking, Ming Xiaoqian immediately retorted, "Of course, I am his biological mother. I carried him for ten months and gave birth to him. Every second I lost him, I thought about where he was suffering."

Ten years, a full ten years, who can understand the pain she suffered from losing her child?

Song Shuyue: "Okay, then let's go straight to your ex-husband's house!"

Ming Xiaoqian looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Song Zixuan: "Just go when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"

Ming Xiaoqian didn't say anything more and led them to her ex-husband's house. "I haven't been here since the divorce. He's been searching for the child ever since he went missing."

The "he" here obviously refers to Ming Xiaoqian's ex-husband.

Song Shuyue: "Do you have a key?"

Ming Xiaoqian shook her head. "He changed the locks after the divorce, Miss Song. They love their child very much, so they will definitely tell me if there is any news. They have not given up all these years."