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

Upon hearing Gu Yuqing's suggestion, Zhou Zhimei's eyes lit up instantly, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her expression, Gu Yuqing knew that she had achieved her goal and was just waiting to see the show!

Zhou Zhimei wasn't stupid; she had also heard that a girl had appeared by Shen Heming's side.

That person is Song Shuyue.

And Gu Yuqing has liked Shen Heming for so many years, how could she have no complaints?

Zhou Zhimei looked at Gu Yuqing, who was startled by her sharp gaze. "Xiaomei, what's wrong?"

Zhou Zhimei snorted coldly, crossing her arms. Their friendship was only established due to family cooperation, and it wasn't that deep at all. In important moments, interests would take precedence.

"Gu Yuqing, whether Song Shuyue seduces Shen Heming or Brother Zhou, they are both our enemies. Don't even think about setting her up with Brother Zhou and reaping the benefits."

Gu Yuqing smiled awkwardly, not expecting that her thoughts had been seen through. She knew that Zhou Yangjun had been saved by a girl.

When she learned that the girl was Song Shuyue, she was overjoyed. If Zhou Yangjun were to pursue Song Shuyue...

Then Shen Heming had nothing to do with it.

She also hoped that the two families could be united by marriage, after all, looking at the entire capital city, there was no other girl as suitable as her to be the future wife of the head of the Shen family.

But seeing how Shen Heming protected her in every way, she wished she could get rid of her immediately and ruin her reputation.

"Xiao Mei, how can you think like that? We are all friends. Your enemy is my enemy."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou apologized to Song Shuyue, "Miss Song, we are so sorry. We already know what happened last time. It was all this girl's fault. Please forgive her. If she dares to speak rudely to you again, we will definitely teach her a lesson."

Song Yanzhou retorted without hesitation, "You'd better discipline your sister. She's provoked me time and time again. Don't think that we Song family members are all easygoing."

"Yes Yes."

It wasn't that Zhou's father was afraid of these younger people; it was just that they were in the wrong first, and they could still distinguish right from wrong.

Mrs. Zhou, who was also Zhou Zhiruo's aunt last time, heard Zhou's parents' humble and ingratiating words, so she swayed her body and walked up to them in her high heels, saying in a sarcastic tone, "You two are really disgracing our Zhou family. Two elders actually apologizing to the younger generation."

"Sister-in-law, we really should apologize for this. Xiao Mei was immature, she..."

Before Mr. Zhou could finish speaking, Mrs. Zhou interrupted sharply, "No matter the reason, this is the Zhou family home. The Song family is not even as good as our Zhou family. Besides, they are not even members of the Song family. Apologizing to them would only make us look like we are degrading ourselves."

Mrs. Zhou has always been a snob. In recent years, the Zhou family's development has fallen further and further behind them, and now they are at the bottom of the pack. It is estimated that it will not be long before they are completely kicked out of the top ten families.

Song Yanzhou's face turned ashen. The Song family's ranking in the capital mainly refers to his maternal uncles and other direct descendants of the Song family.

However, they never relied on the Song family's status in the capital to act.

After Mrs. Zhou finished speaking, some people around who knew the truth shook their heads, disapproving of her limited understanding.

If it were them, they would rather offend the Song family than offend Song Yanzhou and Song Shuyue standing in front of her.

Everyone in the industry knows that Song Yanzhou is a rising force in Beijing, rapidly seizing the Zhou family's original market share. The Zhou family lost the competition and had no choice but to cooperate.

Although Song Yanzhou's development time is short, it can be said that Song Yanzhou's current strength far exceeds the Zhou family's position in the market.

So what if the Zhou family is a family of martial arts practitioners?

In this cutthroat, dog-eat-dog, survival-of-the-fittest era, anyone can be surpassed.

Not to mention that Song Shuyue is the daughter of Lin Yuanzhi, the richest man in the United States. Her status as the daughter of the richest family in Qing City alone cannot be ignored.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Am I wrong? Song Shuyue! You're just a little kid. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning if your elders apologize to you?"

Song Shuyue said directly to her, "I'm not afraid of being struck by lightning. It's you who are wicked, with a face full of meanness and a heart of a rat, always trying to harm people and can't stand seeing others do well. In the end, the retribution will all fall on your son. You reap what you sow!"

Mrs. Zhou was surprised by Song Shuyue's quick wit. She had always thought Song Shuyue was taciturn and unsmiling, and assumed she was clumsy with words.

She never expected her to say something like that; it scared her so much she almost had a heart attack!

Trembling with rage, he pointed a finger at the girl in front of him, "Song Shuyue, you! Who are you cursing!"

Song Shuyue coldly glanced at the people around her, spotted a young man in a white suit jacket, and smiled, saying, "A while ago, your husband just glanced at your maid, and you became jealous. You made up an excuse to accuse her of stealing from you and sent her to the police station. But what you don't know is that on the very night your family member was sent to the police station, the maid's mother passed away unexpectedly, so she never got to see her mother again."

Mrs. Zhou stared wide-eyed in horror, as if she had seen a ghost, looking at Song Shuyue in disbelief.

How did she find out about this?

Was she secretly investigating him?

She only learned the next morning that the maid's mother had died that night.

She didn't want it to be like this, but who knew that person would die? This matter had nothing to do with her; life and death were in the hands of fate!

Seeing the panic in her eyes, Song Shuyue continued, "You are morally corrupt, and the retribution will fall entirely on your son. Look, the one over there in white should be your son. I'll count to three, and the light above your son's head will fall down and hit him. Believe it or not!"

Mrs. Zhou swallowed nervously, then retorted defiantly, "You silly girl, what nonsense are you spouting? You're acting crazy!"

Song Shuyue's faint smile gradually deepened. She opened her mouth and began to count down, "Three, two, one."

Just as they finished counting, a loud "bang!" rang out, and the huge chandelier overhead really did crash down, hitting Mrs. Zhou's son squarely.

Mrs. Zhou clutched her head and screamed, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Mrs. Zhou's shrill voice instantly echoed throughout the hall.

Mrs. Zhou, disregarding everything else, rushed over to check on her son.

"Son, Mommy's here! My son, please don't let anything happen to you! Call 120 quickly and get him to the hospital!"

Zhou's parents and Zhou Yangjun all swallowed hard, their astonished gazes falling on Song Shuyue.

Although Song Yanzhou knew that his younger sister had the ability to predict the future, he did not expect it to be so accurate.

Mrs. Zhou was flustered and anxious, her heart filled with fear and worry. That brat had just predicted it!

Is it possible...

Could it be that I really did harm my son?