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

"Son, come here."

Before his mother could finish speaking, Ma Jun rushed into the hospital and, without saying a word, pulled up his hospital gown.

Seeing his thin frame, and noticing a scar on his arm, Ma Jun pulled it open to take a look, and there was indeed a scar.

It feels different to the touch.

His brother's scar was from a burn he got while playing in the wild when he was a child. It feels a bit hard in the middle, but the scar in front of him is smooth, as if it was done on purpose.

Could it be that he really isn't his brother?

"What are you doing, child? Your brother..."

Ma Juncai looked at his parents seriously and said, "Mom and Dad, he's not my brother. He's an imposter."

His mother thought he had gone mad. How could he say such a thing? What did he mean by saying he wasn't his brother? The person was definitely lying there.

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? I'll teach you a lesson."

His father made a move as if to hit him.

Ma Juncai said again, "I can prove that what I said is true. I can guarantee that this person is not my brother. He swapped faces with my brother. Mom and Dad, it's true. Please believe me."

Ma Juncai's parents dismissed his words as nonsense, but still agreed to a paternity test to put him to rest.

The moment the paternity test results came back, Ma Juncai's mother fainted.

The father coughed repeatedly, and Ma Juncai held the paternity test in trembling hands, wishing he could kill the person in bed!

He needs to find his brother right away.

"Son, what's going on? Is he really not Chen'er?"

Ma Juncai said firmly, "Dad, he's not my brother. I will definitely find my brother. Don't worry."

When Song Shuyue returned home, she found that An Linsheng had come back.

An Qiqi sat next to him. He didn't know what An Qiqi said, but it made An Linsheng laugh out loud. As soon as he saw her, his expression changed instantly.

She angrily shouted, "You still have the nerve to come back? You're so young and you're already doing bad things, going out to eat with shady people. If Qiqi hadn't seen it, were you planning to keep it from us?"

Song Shuyue pretended not to hear and slowly headed upstairs. An Linsheng felt embarrassed that the girl was acting as if she hadn't heard him.

My skin is itchy.

"Song Shuyue, stop right there! Did I say you could leave? You've gone too far! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not your father."

An Linsheng was furious and slammed his fist on the table with a loud "bang!"

Unfortunately, he injured his leg and can't stand up.

An Qiqi hurriedly tried to persuade him, "Dad, don't be angry, don't be angry. Sister must not have done it on purpose, right, sister? Sister, please apologize to Dad."

An Linsheng: "Qiqi, don't worry about this. I'm going to teach this wretched girl a lesson today. Butler, seize her."

The butler glanced at Song Shuyue and immediately carried out the order, calling two bodyguards to walk towards Song Shuyue.

Song Shuyue looked nonchalant and showed no fear whatsoever.

"Tie him up!" An Linsheng roared again.

Just then, Song Xue'er returned and saw the scene.

I feel so sorry for her. An Linsheng takes advantage of her absence to bully Yueyue. Has he done this before?

"Stop!" Song Xue'er strode in.

An Linsheng felt a little guilty when he saw Song Xue'er.

Song Xue'er's face was gloomy as she strode up to An Linsheng.

The moment she uttered the words "Mrs. An Linsheng," she was slapped hard across the face.

The sound of a "slap!" echoed throughout the living room.

An Linsheng glared angrily at Song Xue'er, "You!"

"Slap!" Another slap landed, this time with all her might, making An Linsheng's face symmetrical.

"Song Xue'er! What are you doing!"

Song Xueer: "What am I supposed to do? An Linsheng, that's a question I should be asking you. What do you want to do? That's my daughter."

An Linsheng's face stung, but he couldn't retaliate. This damned bitch was as annoying as ever.

“That’s my daughter too. What will she become if I don’t discipline her? Song Xue’er, a doting mother spoils her child. Don’t you understand? She’s been spoiled by you.”

Song Xue'er: "So what? My daughter is my daughter, I can do whatever I want with her. An Linsheng, have you forgotten that this is the Song family home? Song Shuyue is my Song family's young lady."

Upon hearing this, An Linsheng clenched his fists tightly.

These words reopened his shameful wounds, wounds he had almost forgotten.

None of his children have the surname An; they all have the surname Song. This is all thanks to that old man, who forbade them to have the surname An, only Song.

Just because he is a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family.

This is a disgrace for him for the rest of his life.

An Qiqi gritted her teeth, suppressing the resentment in her heart, "Mom, don't be angry. Dad is only doing this for my sister's sake. Please don't fight. Sister, please say something."

Song Shuyue said slowly, "Well done."

An Qiqi: "You!"

Song Xue'er pointed at the butler and several bodyguards, "You're all fired. Get out of here right now."

"No, no, madam, we are just following your instructions."

The housekeeper was extremely anxious and looked at An Linsheng with pleading eyes.

Song Xue'er sensed something was wrong. Could it be that this butler was one of An Linsheng's men?

Before she could even have a chance to doubt, her mind went blank, her face turned pale, and she weakly leaned on the table.

Everything went black, and he collapsed.

Song Shuyue reacted quickly, grabbing the person and saying, "Let's go to the hospital."

An Linsheng and An Qiqi exchanged a glance and immediately followed.

Upon arriving at the hospital, An Linsheng looked anxious, pushing his wheelchair with concern for his unconscious wife, displaying the image of a good husband.

"Mr. An, this is a doctor we just brought back from abroad. Don't worry, he will definitely be able to cure your wife." The hospital director led a group of people to the operating room door.

An Linsheng: "That's great! Quick, save my wife! No matter what happens, you must cure my wife. I can bear any price."

An Linsheng held the dean's hand, his face full of unease.

"Mr. An is such a good husband. Don't worry, I will definitely cure your wife. Madam, please move aside. We are about to have surgery. Don't waste our precious time."

When the doctor saw Song Shuyue, he spoke to her sternly.

Song Shuyue immediately noticed that something was off about these doctors; their demeanor did not meet the standards for doctors.

What doctor puts on gloves without even entering the operating room?

"Stop! I don't need your treatment, I need to go to another hospital."

Upon hearing this, An Linsheng and his group's expressions changed drastically, and they angrily accused her.

"You bastard, you don't even care about your own mother, are you even human? Doctor, quickly take my wife in for surgery, don't listen to this scoundrel, she's mentally unstable, she's a lunatic."

An Qiqi cried and said, "Yueyue, I know you're usually immature, but at this critical moment, you can't be reckless. Mom's life is in danger at any time."

Song Shuyue didn't listen to their nonsense at all.

She remembered that the largest private top-tier hospital in Qingcheng belonged to the Ma family, so Song Shuyue called Ma Juncai directly.