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

After Song Shuyue finished taking the college entrance examination, Song Xueer cooked for her personally.

"Yueyue, this is something Mom made for you by hand. Try it and see if it tastes good. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's okay if you don't pass the exam."

Song Shuyue sat down and said, "I can pass the exam." She was absolutely certain that if she said she could, she could.

Song Yanbai: "Mom, I believe Yueyue will definitely pass the exam."

The three of them ate together, creating an indescribably warm atmosphere. Song Shuyue's lips curled up slightly; she quite liked this feeling.

After dinner, Song Shuyue learned that An Qiqi had a trick up her sleeve to kill her.

Song Shuyue's idea was to turn the tables and send these annoying fleas to jail as well.

After finishing her meal, Song Shuyue prepared to go out and said to the two of them, "I'm going out to play for a while."

Before the two could ask any further questions, Song Shuyue had already strode away.

Song Yanbai noticed Song Xue'er's worry. "Mom, don't worry, I've already sent people to protect Yueyue 24 hours a day. She'll be fine."

Song Shuyue deliberately chose a dimly lit path to walk on, and after only a few steps, she noticed that someone was following her.

Song Shuyue smiled and deliberately fell down.

The two men behind him seized the opportunity to run up and were about to use a sack to put him down and knock him unconscious.

Song Shuyue reached out and stopped the two of them.

“I don’t like dirty sacks. Kidnapping, huh? Fine, I’ll go with you.”

The two were completely bewildered, as it was the first time they had ever seen someone so adept at kidnapping.

Is this girl up to something?

The two men exchanged a glance and stared at her suspiciously.

Song Shuyue stood up leisurely. "Why don't you tie me up with a rope? I promise I won't shout."

The two had no choice but to comply with her wishes.

Song Shuyue was taken into their car, and her phone, wallet, and other belongings were thrown into the trash can.

As the car slowly drove out of the bustling area of ​​Qing City and onto a ship, Song Shuyue knew that they had arrived at their destination.

The leader was a masked man, probably over forty years old, with a rather burly build.

Looking at the strikingly beautiful Song Shuyue, the man's eyes flashed with shock, and he stood up.

He stared at her intently.

Song Shuyue felt nauseous and uncomfortable.

"So you're Song Shuyue? You're quite good-looking, but unfortunately you've offended the wrong person. Today, you're going to lose your life here."

Song Shuyue asked coldly, "Did An Qiqi hire you to kill me?"

Wang Biao smiled and was about to touch her face when Song Shuyue turned away.

"Let me ask you again."

Wang Biao sneered, "You little brat, you've got guts. Aren't you afraid of dying at all? Or are you doing this on purpose?"

Song Shuyue turned around, really not wanting to look at that disgusting face.

"It's precisely because you're about to die that you need to know the truth."

Wang Biao burst into laughter, "You little rascal, you really won't give up. I might as well tell you, since you're doomed to die today anyway. Your guess was right, it's her."

Song Shuyue threw out bait, saying, "How about I give you ten times the amount they pay you? You all know that An Linsheng has nothing to do with the Song family now, and An Qiqi and the others don't have any money."

Wang Biao stroked his chin, looking at Song Shuyue with admiration. No wonder she was the young lady whom the Song family cherished.

At such a young age, he was still able to calmly negotiate terms in such a situation.

Unfortunately, she met them; if it were an ordinary person, they might have already fallen for them.

Wang Biao sat back down on the stool, took a sip of wine, and pulled out his gun, slamming it onto the table with a "bang!"

"You're smart, but don't waste your time. We don't need anything, just your life. Let the brothers have some fun before you die, and we'll give you a good death."

Song Shuyue's eyes flashed with murderous intent and anger; their relationship with An Qiqi was far from over.

In the original course of fate, An Qiqi was supposed to eliminate Song Xueer and the Song Yanbai brothers through them.

She would personally eliminate the last danger.

Song Shuyue remained calm and composed, her cool and pretty face showing no sign of panic. Her eyes were clear and bright, and her posture was upright.

Its momentum remained undiminished.

She smiled, her eyes darkening slightly. "I'm really curious, what conditions did An Qiqi use to convince you? Why don't you tell me? If that's the case, I'll die for it, and I'll make you all happy later."

Wang Biao was very interested. This little girl was really interesting. He strode over, pinched her chin, and lifted her face up.

It's so beautiful.

"Okay, I can tell you, but only in bed. I'll tell you slowly, without missing a single detail, okay?"

Song Shuyue could tell that they didn't mean to talk, and she didn't want to get entangled with them anymore.

He gave a gloomy smile.

"Didn't An Qiqi tell you that I'm not someone who obediently waits to die?"

Before Wang Biao could react to what those words meant, Song Shuyue's ropes had already been untied. She clenched her fists and attacked with swift and ruthless speed, leaving them completely defenseless with each move.

Wang Biao tried to grab the gun, but Song Shuyue kicked him away, punched him in the eye, and lifted his head up.

With a loud "thud!", the impact slammed into the wall, and blood instantly streamed down Wang Biao's head.

In the blink of an eye, not only was Wang Biao still in a daze, but even the black-clad men who were on high alert were knocked to the ground before they could react.

Song Shuyue casually fiddled with the pistol. She didn't like too much noise, so she directly silenced them by pressing their pressure points.

They could only open their mouths and wail, but no sound could be heard.

Wang Biao's teeth chattered from the pain, he trembled, and looked at Song Shuyue with terrified eyes.

She is not human!

It's definitely not human!

It's a ghost, it must be a ghost.

Song Shuyue glanced at the time; Song Yanbai's men should have arrived by now.

"I just gave you a way out, but you refused to take it. You insist on trying to provoke the gates of hell? How interesting."

Wang Biao retreated in fear, while Song Shuyue had already pointed her pistol at him.

He sneered and said, "I knew it! How could you possibly get the real thing? It's fake, huh?"

Song Shuyue threw the pistol on the ground.

Wang Biao gasped, "I said, as long as you let us go."

Song Shuyue waved her hand, "Sorry, it's late."

"Yueyue!" As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yanbai rushed in with his men and quickly checked on Song Shuyue's condition.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was safe and sound, without a single injury.

His sharp eyes swept over the people on the ground. "Take them all away and make them talk."

"Yes!"

Song Yanbai was surprised that Song Shuyue was so bold as to risk her life alone.

"Yueyue, don't do that again next time."

Song Shuyue wiped her hands and walked lightly past him, like a gentle breeze.

He walked straight to the deck.

One of her descendants started lecturing her.

Song Yanbai shook his head helplessly; Yueyue's personality was too cold.

Song Shuyue gazed quietly at the bustling scene opposite her. Thousands of lights intertwined to create a dazzling night view. Her eyes were deep and distant, and a gentle ripple inadvertently flowed through her cool gaze.

"Song Yanbai," she called softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible firmness.

"I plan to go to Haishi."