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

How could Song Shuyue not see through her thoughts? She just wanted Song Xueer to stand up for her.

Song Shuyue glanced at Song Xueer, and Song Xueer swallowed back the words she wanted to say when she met Song Shuyue's eyes.

For some reason, the more Yueyue looked at her, the more intimidating she became, and she could hardly bear it.

Song Shuyue: "At least you have some self-awareness. An adopted daughter should behave herself and not covet things that don't belong to her, or she'll end up in the hospital just like her father."

An Qiqi kept clenching her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

Song Shuyue, I will remember your humiliation today!

I will make you pay a hundredfold.

The one who injured her father was Song Shuyue.

But she couldn't let them notice right now, so she looked up, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mom, did I upset Yueyue? I didn't mean to."

Exhausted, Song Xueer, who always doted on An Qiqi, chose to ignore her and went straight into the house.

An Qiqi bit her lower lip hard. What's wrong with me today? Even that old woman Song Xue'er is ignoring me.

The important thing is to go and receive the award first. From now on, I will be a famous talented woman in Beijing.

Song Shuyue, just you wait, I'll deal with you when I get back.

"Why did you talk to Qiqi like that just now? She's your sister."

Song Xueer washed and changed her wet clothes. An Qiqi had been raised by her since she was a child. The child was kind and sensible. Although she was not her biological daughter, she genuinely treated Yueyue as family.

Song Shuyue changed her clothes, wearing a white sweatshirt with black leggings, which was fashionable and made her legs look longer. Her hair was neatly draped over her shoulders, and her brows were full of indifference.

Do you have any yogurt at home?

He walked right past Song Xue'er and asked the maid standing nearby.

Song Xueer: "..." and automatically ignored her again.

The servants were all stunned.

Song Shuyue: "If you have any, bring me a few bottles."

"Oh, okay." The maid immediately brought over the yogurt.

Song Shuyue looked down at the yogurt in her hand. It was plain, and it was alright.

The straw was inserted into the yogurt container with a "snap," and I casually lifted my eyelids.

He picked up the medicine bottle from the table, opened it, and poured a pill into Song Xue'er's hand.

"you eat first."

Song Xue'er looked at the blood pressure medication in her hand with a puzzled expression, her lips twitched involuntarily, and she pushed her hand away.

"My blood pressure is not high."

Song Shuyue: "I know, it'll be high soon, go ahead and eat!"

Song Xue'er took the medicine with some skepticism, waiting for her to speak.

Song Shuyue took a sip of yogurt, feeling happy.

“An Qiqi is the daughter of your good husband and his mistress. 15 years ago, An Linsheng deliberately let An Qiqi meet me and become my friend. He also said that she was pitiful because she had no father or mother, and asked you to adopt her as your daughter.”

"what!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xue'er was so angry that she almost lost her balance and kept backing away, clutching her heart tightly with her hand.

An Linsheng, how dare you!

How dare you?

why!

Is she raising their child for nothing?

Song Xueer's breathing became rapid; fortunately, she had taken her blood pressure medication beforehand.

If it were before, Song Xue'er might not have believed what Song Shuyue said.

But she witnessed what happened at the hospital with her own eyes, so now she believes it.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"If you don't believe me, you can do a paternity test, Ms. Song Xueer. You don't have much time left. You must regain control of the company within a month and take back everything you gave to An Linsheng."

Without waiting for Song Xue'er's reaction, Song Shuyue strode away, leaving behind a resentful and dissatisfied Song Xue'er.

An Linsheng!

I won't let you go.

"Hello, Uncle Lin, this is Song Xue'er. I need you to investigate all of An Linsheng's connections, the people he has been in contact with, and the assets under his name."

"Yes."

Song Shuyue arrived at Beijing No. 1 University with her schoolbag on her back.

What belongs to the Song family, no one else can take away even a single penny.

As soon as she entered the school gate, she attracted everyone's attention. The girl who used to have thick bangs and dared not raise her head now looked like a cold goddess, her eyes full of disdain and arrogance.

He drank his yogurt and walked straight to the podium.

On the stage, the principal was giving a passionate speech, announcing that the school had produced a prodigy girl whose painting had not only won numerous awards but also received praise from the renowned artist Bai. An awards ceremony jointly organized by the art world and the school was in full swing.

An Qiqi was filled with anticipation, finally about to hear her name called.

Song Shuyue, so what if you are a young lady of the Song family?

All your brilliance should have belonged to me.

It belongs to me.

"Next, please welcome the genius girl Song Shuyue to the stage."

An Qiqi is wearing a red dress; today will be the moment to witness her rise to fame.

Just as she was about to say that Song Shuyue was feeling unwell and that she was there to help her receive the award, a pair of slender, fair hands swept past her and picked up the trophy.

"Excuse me, student, the person called my name. What are you doing here?"

An Qiqi turned her head in surprise, wondering who dared to take her things.

Standing prominently behind her was Song Shuyue, confident and beautiful, her red lips curving into a smile, her every frown and smile as dazzling as a fairy.

The teachers and principal also looked puzzled.

Pointing at An Qiqi, he asked, "Classmate, I called Song Shuyue. Did you hear me wrong? Go downstairs right now."

"Isn't that An Qiqi? Why is she going up on stage to accept the award? People are calling her Song Shuyue, not her."

"Oh, are Song Shuyue and An Qiqi sisters?"

"An Qiqi seems to be Song Shuyue's younger sister, except that one of them takes their mother's surname and the other takes their father's. I don't know why, but An Qiqi went up to receive the award."

A disdainful, scrutinizing, and contemptuous gaze fell upon An Qiqi.

An Qiqi felt as if she were being pricked on the back, and a slap of shame landed on her face.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her face deathly pale.

Why would Song Shuyue come!

She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't.

Didn't her father say she wasn't allowed to come to school?

She should be the one standing on the stage receiving the award for "Genius Girl".

is her.

"Please welcome Song Shuyue to give her acceptance speech."

Holding the trophy, Song Shuyue gracefully approached the microphone, her clear and gentle voice emanating from it.

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Shuyue. Winning this trophy is my own achievement, so there's no need to be too envious."

The crowd was speechless. Was this considered nonsense literature, or just blatant boasting?

An Qiqi stared at Song Shuyue on the stage with a sinister and ruthless gaze.

This wasn't the plan, so I rushed to the bathroom, took out my phone, and dialed An Linsheng's number, but no one answered after more than a dozen attempts.

An Qiqi angrily threw her phone down. Seeing a group of classmates surrounding her to show concern for her, An Qiqi suddenly had an idea.

"Qiqi, why did you go on stage? What exactly happened today? You have no idea how nasty they've been saying behind your back, that you wanted to impersonate someone else to receive the award."