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

"If only life could always be like the first time we met, how wonderful that would be?" Qian Yao said, raising her head in anguish.

Song Shuyue: "Now that you know the truth, you used up a hundred years of cultivation just to become Shen Heming's curse, to haunt him generation after generation. It's time for it to come to an end."

Song Shuyue knew that Qian Yao was now just a curse, and the peach blossom pattern on Shen Heming's chest was his curse, which would accompany him for all eternity.

Qian Yao: "My wish has been fulfilled, and the curse will disappear. General Yue, thank you."

Song Shuyue: "You shouldn't have existed here in the first place. Get out!"

As the Thousand Demons disappeared, the peach blossom pattern on Shen Heming's chest also vanished. Song Shuyue placed the sword in her hand on Shen Heming's chest; this sword was a gift from her to him.

When they were close friends in their previous life, they often discussed national politics and border stability.

She fought off the bandits and obtained a precious sword. Coincidentally, Shen Heming's sword also broke at that time, so she gave the sword to him.

Shen Heming felt like he was having a dream. In the dream, he was the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, a high-ranking, stern, and extraordinary judge.

He had a confidante named Song Shuyue, the eldest daughter of the Song family and the first female general of that dynasty. Everyone called her General Yue. Their relationship was that of close friends.

"Shen Heming, it's dawn, you should wake up!"

One sentence forcibly pulled him back from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the face from his dream—it was her!

"Ayue!"

Just as Song Shuyue was about to get up and leave, she heard that familiar voice and turned around abruptly, "Shen Heming!"

He suddenly remembered his past life.

"Ah Yue, I never thought I'd see you again. I owe you so much for saving me this time."

A smile bloomed on Song Shuyue's usually aloof face, though there were dark circles under her eyes.

"It was nothing, I'm tired, I'm going back to rest."

Shen Heming: "I'll take you!"

He was about to get up when he fell down as soon as his feet touched the ground.

Song Shuyue quickly went over and helped the person up.

“You’ve been lying down for a while and need to recover. Your family is outside, so I’ll have them take you home. You don’t need to take me.”

After putting Shen Heming back on the bed, Song Shuyue opened the door and said to Shen Shiming, "Your older brother is fine now, take him home!"

These few words brought Shen Shiming immense joy.

"Yueyue, thank you, thank you so much. From now on, you are the benefactor of our Song family. Our Song family owes you a favor. Just ask for anything you want, and we will never refuse."

Song Yanzhou was quite surprised that Yueyue had actually woken Shen Heming up. Sitting in the car, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Yueyue, how did you wake him up? Didn't the doctor say he was already in a vegetative state?"

Song Shuyue leaned back lazily in her chair, closed her eyes, and said indifferently, "It was a lucky coincidence. I dreamt last night that an old man told me that there is a precious sword buried under the tree of the Shen family. If you take out the sword, Shen Heming will wake up. I don't know how it works. Alright, let's go home."

Song Shuyue had no way to explain her past and present lives to them, so she could only make up an excuse to get by.

In the past, Song Yanzhou would never have believed such a strange thing, but he believed Yueyue's words without a doubt.

On the way back, Song Shuyue glanced around and seemed to see a familiar figure.

But she disappeared again soon. Could it be that she didn't rest well last night and her eyes were playing tricks on her?

Maybe.

Song Shuyue didn't pay much attention to it and went home to catch up on sleep.

Shen Heming walked home. The old Shen family house wasn't far from here, so he took the opportunity to get used to his legs.

He was lost in thought as he walked, and he thought it was a dream, but when he touched the peach blossom pattern that had disappeared from his chest, he realized that it was all real.

It was truly a rare treat for him to see Song Shuyue again.

When the Shen family saw Shen Heming return home, they were both surprised and delighted. Old Master Shen was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

"It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake. Where's Song? Where did she go? She saved you, you must thank her properly and not neglect her."

"Son, I'm so glad you're alright." Mother Shen cried tears of joy.

Shen Heming: "We really have to thank Yueyue. She's gone back to rest. I'll visit her in person another day."

"well."

Song family

When Song Haojin discovered that Song Zixuan was missing, he was initially just angry, thinking that the kid had messed things up and was hiding somewhere to shirk responsibility.

He was furious, and finally understood that Song Shuyue's words that day still needed to be carefully considered.

He regrets it.

However, if he had listened to Song Shuyue's good advice, he wouldn't have made such a fool of himself.

This inverse.

When he gets back, we'll see how he deals with that unfilial son.

"Still haven't found them? What are you guys doing?"

The bodyguard walked in tremblingly, head bowed, not daring to look at Song Haojin, and stammered, "Sir, we haven't found any spending records for the young master. The young master... may have gone abroad!"

The last sentence shocked Song Haojin to the core, and he loudly questioned, "What did you say? Going abroad? With his cowardly nature, how could he dare to go abroad? There's absolutely no way he went abroad alone. Go and find out who he went with."

Bodyguard: "Sir, we've checked. It's true that he left the country alone, and the plane landed in country M. But! We don't know where the young master went after that."

Upon hearing this, Song Haojin's anger subsided considerably, replaced by a hint of worry in his eyes and a stern expression.

"Bring them back."

Could it be that he was really scared this time? Or was what he said the other day too much?

That shouldn't be the case, this brat usually takes a lot of scolding and beatings!

It's unreasonable that he would run away abroad after such a small setback.

Yun Yun, who was standing on the second floor, naturally heard these words as well. As soon as she came downstairs, she pointed at her husband and scolded him, "I've told you so many times not to yell at the child, not to yell at the child! Look, now you've scared the child away. If something happens to him abroad, I won't let you off the hook!"

Seeing his beloved wife angry, Song Haojin hurriedly ran over to coax her, "Madam, Madam, it's all my fault, my fault. Don't be angry, being angry is bad for your health. I've already sent people to look for him, and we'll find him in a few days. He won't dare to run away."

Yun Yun was still very worried. She vaguely sensed that her son's change this time was different from before.

"You'd better find him quickly! He's my only son. If my parents find out you've scolded him and he's run away, they'll never forgive you."

Song Haojin felt a pang of anxiety and a strange sense of guilt whenever he thought about how much his parents doted on their grandson.

Could it be that he really went too far with his words?

Shen Heming personally visited Song Shuyue's residence. Looking at the antique-style house in front of him, he smiled. It was the style she liked, unchanged.

Song Yanzhou opened the door. He wasn't surprised to see Shen Heming, because he knew the Shen family would definitely come to express their gratitude. "Come in, my sister hasn't returned yet."

Song Shuyue is about to start her vacation, so she's busy with exams.

Time flies, and the first semester of her freshman year is coming to an end. Song Shuyue's grades rank first in Beijing's No. 1 University, making her a true academic star.

After a semester, Song Shuyue was known as the aloof and academically gifted school beauty. Her desk was filled with love letters every day, but she would throw them into the trash can without even glancing at them.

Every time Fu Yuyao saw Song Shuyue throw the letters into the trash can, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. She didn't have anyone she liked, so he could keep trying.

When the school bell rang, Fu Yuyao slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and quickly chased after the students.

"Yueyue, what a coincidence! Would you like to have a meal together? It's my treat."

Fu Yuyao walked up to her, feeling embarrassed, and asked with a smile.

Song Shuyue: "Thank you for your kindness, but I have to go home first."

Fu Yuyao lowered his head in disappointment, only able to say "okay" as he stared at her retreating figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at? They've all disappeared!"

It was Fu Shuya. Fu Shuya knew that her younger brother had always liked Song Shuyue, but the girl had no intention of dating at all.

It's true what they say: the falling flowers are indifferent, but the flowing water is full of affection.

"Sister, why are you here?"

Fu Shuya: "I'll come pick you up. Let's go. You still have four years. Work hard, and I believe you can definitely win her over."

Hearing his sister's teasing tone, Fu Yuyao blushed instantly. "Sis, what nonsense are you talking about? She and I are just friends."

Fu Shuya: "If you like someone, you like them. There's no such thing as friends."

A hint of melancholy appeared in Fu Yuyao's eyes. "But she doesn't like me."

Fu Shuya: "Then she doesn't like anyone else, which means you still have a chance. Keep trying."

"Ah."

When Song Shuyue returned home, she saw Shen Heming sitting in a chair waiting for her.