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

She's not even worthy of being called stupid.

The girl behind Zhou Lin stepped forward; her fair and slender face evoked pity in those who saw her.

"Miss Song, Zhou Lin and I are truly in love. Please let us go!"

Li Shiyu pointed at her and cursed, "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to Qinghong? Aren't your parents just lousy teachers? What right do you have to say you're truly in love? Only Qinghong and Zhou Lin are a match made in heaven. Don't you know our two families are about to be united in marriage?"

Wen Xiaorou burst into tears of grievance and hid behind Zhou Lin, trembling.

Zhou Lin shielded the person, "Shut up, I won't be with her, I only love Xiao Rou."

Li Biman said sarcastically, "Don't forget, your family all agreed to the marriage, Zhou Lin. Do you still think you can compare to the Song family? We've all seen how your parents are trying to curry favor with Qinghong."

Zhou Lin's face turned ashen, his fists clenched, and he glared at Song Qinghong with resentment.

Song Qinghong said arrogantly, "Zhou Lin, you should know perfectly well what happens when you offend me. Break up with this woman immediately, or don't blame me for telling my dad."

Zhou Lin felt his dignity being brutally trampled on, and humiliation slapped him repeatedly across the face.

"Song Qinghong, are you threatening me?"

Song Qinghong's eyes were filled with affection, and seeing his expression, her tone softened.

"I don't want this, Zhou Lin. Isn't it good enough if we go back to how things were before? We're back together. Weren't things great before?"

The two dated for a year, during which Song Qinghong was the only one who put in the effort. In the end, Zhou Lin broke up with her, which Song Qinghong could not accept.

Before Li Shiyu and Li Biman could say anything more, Song Shuyue coldly rebuked them, "Shut up! When has the Song family ever been without a stupid woman like you? Song Qinghong, is that right? Apologize to her right now."

Song Shuyue's voice drew everyone's attention to her.

Li Shiyu: "No, who are you? What gives you the right to dare?"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Shuyue kicked each of them.

The two were sent flying instantly, startling everyone.

Song Qinghong looked at Song Shuyue with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"What do you want to do? I am the young lady of the Song family. I can walk sideways in Qing City."

With a "smack!", Song Shuyue reached out and slapped her on the head.

"You're bullying others, taking an inch and wanting a mile! Can't you live without a man? Apologize to him right now, or else..."

Song Qinghong was stunned for a moment, then shocked and angry, "You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Song Shuyue slowly took out a small piece of stick from her bag.

While still wondering what the use of this small stick was, she pressed it, and the stick instantly became longer.

Song Shuyue swung the object forcefully, making a loud noise.

Song Qinghong stared wide-eyed in horror, swallowing hard. This woman wasn't planning to hit her, was she?

"What do you want to do, huh!" Song Qinghong had barely asked the question when she was slapped hard on the buttocks.

Like a grasshopper falling into a pot of boiling oil, it jumped up instantly.

Song Qinghong cried for real this time; it hurt so much.

"You're asking for it! You know who I am! Ah, stop hitting me! Ah, it hurts!"

Song Qinghong still wouldn't change her tune, so Song Shuyue continued to hit her. Song Qinghong was in so much pain that she didn't know where to protect herself.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I apologize, I apologize, I'm sorry, please stop hitting me."

Song Qinghong looked at Song Shuyue with teary eyes, her face full of fear.

She must be sick!

Song Shuyue: "Apologize to the two of them and compensate the restaurant for its losses."

Song Qinghong didn't dare to say a word of dissent and quickly apologized to Zhou Lin and the others, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't bother you anymore. Manager, how much money do you want as compensation?"

Zhou Lin and Wen Xiaorou looked at Song Shuyue with disbelief, their eyes filled with admiration, respect, and confusion.

Song Shuyue: "We want to eat here."

The manager nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay."

Song Qinghong wanted to sneak away and then have someone deal with Song Shuyue, that ungrateful and audacious woman who dared to hit her.

Before she could take three steps, Song Shuyue called out to someone.

"Song Qinghong, sit down and tell those two to get lost. They are not allowed to have any contact with you again."

Just as Song Qinghong was about to retort, she saw the stick in her hand and swallowed hard.

Li Shiyu and Li Biman were not convinced and strode up to her.

"Who are you? What right do you have to hit us? And we're good friends with Qinghong, why won't you let us be friends?"

Song Shuyue's eyes were sharp and sinister. "You two have been using Song Qinghong's name to make your own profits. It's one thing to wear and carry her money, but to ruin her reputation is a capital offense. The internet says she is arrogant, domineering, and ignorant of her own limitations. All of this was caused by you two. Do I need to go through it all, or should I just hire a lawyer to show you the price of spreading rumors?"

Upon hearing this, the two turned pale with fright and stammered, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

How could she know so much? Song Qinghong was clearly a fool, someone they could easily manipulate.

Before Song Qinghong could say anything more, Song Shuyue bluntly said, "Are you out of your mind? Those two never considered you a friend; they treated you like an ATM! Idiot! They'll be laughing at you behind your back, calling you a fool for being so easily deceived. You're stupid!"

Seeing the two men's guilty and evasive gazes, Song Qinghong immediately understood and trembled with anger.

"You two!"

Song Shuyue: "Aren't you going to get lost? Do you really want me to call the police?"

The two turned and ran.

Song Qinghong was heartbroken. Those two were her best friends; they really were…

Song Shuyue took a sip of water. "Go back and have your housekeeper investigate the two of them. The necklaces you went missing, as well as the jewelry necklace your mother left behind, were all stolen by the two of them. Last time at the grand banquet on the ship, you were falsely accused of stealing. Because of your status, they didn't say it outright, but the items did disappear after you went inside. It was those two who did it, and you kept making a fuss about it."

Song Qinghong's eyes widened, and her mouth was so open it could fit an egg.

"No...no, how did you know? No, you are..."

The food was all served, and Song Shuyue didn't answer her question again. "Let's eat."

The places where Song Qinghong was hit were still throbbing with pain, and she could only eat first, as she was also hungry.

The astonishment of Gu Xiaoxiao and Gu Yanxuan was beyond words.

After eating and drinking their fill, Gu Xiaoxiao went home with Gu Yanxuan, still needing to deal with Gu Yanxuan's affairs.

Song Shuyue led Song Qinghong away.

Song Qinghong stopped in her tracks. "I need to find my aunt. You go ahead! By the way, what's your name?"

Song Qinghong then realized that she hadn't asked her name yet.

"Song Shuyue!"

Song Qinghong nodded. The name sounded familiar; she felt like she had heard it somewhere before.

Song Shuyue!

Wait, could it be her cousin?

What's your mother's name?