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

"Song Shuyue's medical skills are purely a hobby, self-taught, and not worth mentioning."

Seeing that the old man in front of her had a kind face and meant no harm, Song Shuyue answered politely.

Jing Yuan nodded in satisfaction, and Jiang Qianyun interjected again, "So your name is Song Shuyue! I'll remember you! Offending me is equivalent to offending the Jiang family, and you'll be in for a world of hurt. I'll teach you a lesson for talking nonsense."

The middle-aged man standing behind Jing Yuan stepped forward and, seeing his niece's arrogant and domineering manner, scolded, "Jiang Qianyun! Shut up and apologize to this girl right now! Who told you to talk like that? Have you forgotten all the manners I taught you?"

Jiang Qianyun was stunned when she saw her uncle, then realized what was happening and felt extremely wronged, clenching her fists tightly.

why?

Why are her family members, who usually dote on her, turning against her one by one today?

Standing on someone else's side, she's clearly the one who's part of the family.

How can they blame her?

Jiang Qianyun's eyes reddened. She was indignant and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Why should I apologize? I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong! It's all this bad woman's fault! Why did she have to interrupt? I won't apologize! I won't!"

Jiang Yu was furious, especially since this spoiled and unreasonable girl was her niece.

Smiling, he said to the old man in front of him, "Grandpa Jing, the child is just being silly and has made you laugh."

Looking at the unruly little girl in front of him, Jing Yuan realized that she was the one they had recommended as his apprentice. He couldn't help but frown, but still said it was nothing.

Jiang Fusheng warned, "Jiang Qianyun, you must apologize to me. You really messed around tonight. Don't let me ask Grandpa to punish you according to family rules, do you hear me!"

Jiang Qianyun's face flushed red with humiliation. These were her family members, and now they were forcing her to apologize to a despicable woman.

She's the daughter of the Jiang family. Who does she think she is? She doesn't even deserve to be called her!

Jiang Qianyun glared fiercely at Song Shuyue, "Are you satisfied now? This is your goal. You've achieved your goal, are you satisfied now? I will not submit to you, I will not."

Song Shuyue's eyes flashed with mockery and disdain, her tone icy and chilling, "Get out! You're a liar, someone who dares to say something but doesn't dare to admit it."

I have never seen such a illogical woman; she can even deny what she herself said.

"You! How dare you talk to me like that! I'll beat you to death!"

Jiang Qianyun was furious. She opened her arms and lunged at her with bared teeth and claws.

Before anyone else could stop it.

Jiang Qianyun was seen flying out like a rag doll.

"what!"

Jiang Qianyun was kicked away and slid a long distance before her back slammed heavily against the wall.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, until Jiang Qianyun let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Jiang Fusheng and Jiang Yucai hurriedly went forward to check on the person's condition.

Jiang Qianyun's face was deathly pale. She clutched her stomach tightly, feeling as if her whole body was falling apart. She was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Jiang Yu glared menacingly at Song Shuyue, "You!"

Song Shuyue: "I've always preferred action to words. Jiang Qianyun, don't mess with me, or you won't even know how you died. I have no fear of your Jiang family, let alone you!"

Song Shuyue's eyes were very cold and sharp, like knives, and the surrounding air seemed to be taken away by her fury.

There was total silence.

Song Shuyue turned and left, and Jiang Fusheng then hurriedly carried Jiang Qianyun into the emergency room.

Jiang Yu knew perfectly well that his niece was in the wrong first.

But it was wrong of her to hit someone, and she hit so hard, that kick was a fatal blow.

Jiang Qianyun lay painfully on the operating table. Jiang Fusheng and Jiang Yu, both doctors, immediately began to treat her.

Jiang Qianyun's pale lips parted slightly, and intense hatred flashed in her eyes.

"I'm going to kill her, I absolutely have to kill her."

Jiang Yu looked distressed. This was his most beloved niece, and now someone had hit her in front of him. This was intolerable.

He couldn't swallow this breath.

"Fusheng, who is that little girl?"

As Jiang Fusheng checked his injuries, he recalled the past, and the image of the Song family, the richest family in Qingcheng, came to mind.

"If I'm not mistaken, she should be Miss Song Shuyue from the Song family. Her biological father is Lin Yuanzhi, the richest man in the United States, and her mother is Song Xueer, who was once the most famous beauty in Beijing."

The image of that beautiful woman from back then flashed through Jiang Yu's mind, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "It was her!"

No wonder he thought that girl looked familiar.

Upon hearing that her background was also impressive, Jiang Qianyun gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what, I will make her die."

Jiang Fusheng said helplessly, "Jiang Qianyun! Today's events are your fault. If it weren't for her, a life would have died because of you. You deserve to be beaten."

Jiang Qianyun's eyes widened. "Big brother, you!" she exclaimed, trying to get up, but Jiang Fusheng pressed down on her injured area.

Jiang Qianyun was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, and she lay down helplessly.

"Jiang Qianyun! You're being too reckless! Do you know who's on this ship tonight? They're all influential figures. If you kill someone at this time, do you know how much damage it will do to the Jiang family's reputation? You're only thinking about your own bravado and don't care about the family's interests at all. Do you think the Jiang family has no problem with our branch of the family?"

Jiang Qianyun couldn't hear Jiang Fusheng's words at all, trapped in her own righteous indignation, wishing she could tear Song Shuyue to pieces.

Shen Heming: "I made you suffer tonight. I will have them leave later."

Song Shuyue shook her head slightly and looked downstairs. "It has nothing to do with you."

Shen Heming was about to say something when Lin Wan rushed over to Song Shuyue, "Yueyue, something terrible has happened! Your third brother is in trouble!"

Song Shuyue frowned and followed her to the deck, where she saw a large group of people gathered. She walked over.

They found a disheveled girl crying on the ground.

Beside her were Song Yanzhao and Song Qingli. Song Qingli's face was flushed, and she could barely stand. She could only rely on Song Yanzhao's support to maintain her balance.

Among so many people, not a single person offered the disheveled girl a coat.

Song Shuyue instructed the waiter to bring a blanket, which the waiter immediately brought out.

Song Shuyue draped a white blanket over the ground, covering the girl's legs. The girl was startled and looked up at Song Shuyue.

He turned to Song Yanzhao and asked, "What's going on?"

When Song Yanzhao saw Song Shuyue coming over, he pointed at the girl on the ground and shouted, "Yueyue, this is the woman. She drugged Song Qingli and took off her clothes, wanting to... Yueyue, why did you put a blanket on her? This woman is too evil."

The girl on the ground stood up shakily, biting her lip and saying, "I didn't! I didn't drug Director Song. Someone asked me to deliver something to his room. When I went in, I was drugged. When I woke up, I saw Director Song, but I didn't drug him, and nothing happened between us."