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

Lin Jiao stared at Song Shuyue's back in the photo with eyes full of hatred. Who exactly is she?

It must be her!

She was the one who sowed discord.

Just wait, Lin Jiao will never admit defeat! She will not!

When Song Shuyue was at home, someone unlocked the door and walked in without knocking, and saw Song Shuyue in the living room.

She was clearly startled, her face paled slightly, and she said awkwardly, "Hello, you must be Song Yanzhao's sister? I'm his agent, my name is Wang Qiao, nice to meet you."

Wang Qiao was dressed in a suit and tie, but his small eyes and glasses gave him a sleazy look.

My first impression of Song Shuyue wasn't very good.

He frowned, stood up, and said in an icy tone, "Hmm, what brings you here?"

Wang Qiao hadn't expected Song Yanzhao's sister to be so cold and aloof; her haughty and disdainful gaze made him feel like a thief.

He hurriedly explained, "I came to get something for your brother. I'll leave as soon as I get it. I thought no one was home, so I didn't ring the doorbell. I'm so sorry."

Song Shuyue trusted her intuition; she wouldn't believe this person had nothing to hide. "What do you need? I'll get it for you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiao's face stiffened. "It's a document. You probably don't know what it is. I'll go find it myself!"

Song Shuyue put down her phone and put her hands in her hoodie pockets. "You didn't mention any documents, so how do you know I don't know?"

Wang Qiao was taken aback, a vague unease creeping into his heart. The key was that Song Shuyue's gaze was terrifyingly sharp, as if it could penetrate the depths of his soul.

Wang Qiao subconsciously swallowed. "I suddenly remembered I haven't checked if the car is there yet. If it is, then I don't need to look anymore, haha. I'm leaving now, little sister, you can rest!"

After saying that, Wang Qiao wanted to make a quick getaway, but Song Shuyue called out to him, "Wait!"

Wang Qiao abruptly stopped, his heart pounding with anxiety, and slowly turned around. "What's wrong?"

Song Shuyue: "Wang Bridge, which bridge?"

"The bridge of the bridge."

Song Shuyue gave him a cold look and said, "Let's go!"

Wang Qiao: "Okay."

After he left, Song Shuyue immediately investigated this person. Her eyes darkened, and a murderous intent flickered in them. There were still such shameless people in the world.

And to make matters worse, Song Yanzhao ran into her. What incredible luck!

Song Yanzhao returned very late, exhausted both physically and mentally. The public opinion caused by Lin Jiao had finally subsided, and his elder brother had successfully arrived in Beijing. In order to take care of Yueyue, he asked his agent to hire a nanny at a high price, who would arrive first thing tomorrow morning.

"Yueyue, you're still awake?"

Seeing his tired and listless eyes, and his lack of energy, Song Shuyue swallowed the words she was about to say. "It's nothing, get some rest. I want to go out for a bit."

Song Yanzhao was surprised and immediately became very alert. "Where are you going? It's so late. I'll go with you."

"No need, I'll go find Song Qinghong and sleep with her tonight."

Song Yanzhao: "Then I'll take you there."

Song Shuyue: "I bought a new electric scooter."

Song Yanzhao: "..."

Song Shuyue put on a purple coat and went out, reminding him, "Don't go out before I get back tomorrow morning, I have something to do."

Song Yanzhao: "Okay!" Why does it feel like Yueyue's age is completely reversed compared to his?

As her brother, shouldn't he be the one to instruct her to discipline her?

Why is it always month after month...?

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep.

Song Shuyue saw that a person's name in the book was about to disappear. It had been appearing and disappearing for half an hour. This could only mean one thing: that someone was about to die.

She used every means to deduce the person's location in Haishi, so she couldn't just sit idly by.

Shanghai's largest auction house

Qianlong Tongbao

One person bid 1.08 billion for an antique artifact. After receiving the item, Song Cheng got into a car under the escort of a group of bodyguards.

Song Cheng held the things in his arms and looked ahead nervously. After a while, he realized that the path he was on was not right.

He quickly shouted, "Stop the car! Stop the car! Where are you taking me? Stop the car right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"Mr. Song, don't worry. The car will stop when we get there. If you don't behave yourself, we can't guarantee whether you'll make it to your destination alive."

Upon hearing this, Song Cheng's expression stiffened, and he asked seriously, "Who are you? What is your purpose? Don't you know who I, Song Cheng, am?"

The man in front chuckled twice. "Of course I know him. Everyone in the industry knows the famous Song Cheng. But you've really run into a snag this time."

Song Cheng looked wary; he probably knew who it was!

He hugged the thing in his arms tightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Soon the car came to a slow stop, and Song Cheng realized that they had arrived at the seaside. Song Cheng gritted his teeth, wanting to run away, but the person behind him pointed a gun at his head.

"Let's go, Mr. Song."

Song Cheng had no choice but to take it one step at a time.

When he saw the person standing in front of him, Song Cheng let out a sigh of relief. "Bernard, it really is you."

The old man with blond hair and a tuft of hair in front of him turned around, strode towards him, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Haha, my old friend, Song Cheng, you are indeed incredibly smart. You knew it was me without me even saying it. Haha, long time no see, long time no see!"

Song Cheng expressionlessly pulled his hand away, "Speak plainly, don't beat around the bush."

“My friend, you’re still as quick-witted and straightforward as ever, I like that. So I’ll just say it straight: I want what you have.”

A cold glint appeared in Song Cheng's eyes. As expected, he had come for this artifact. Bernard was not a Chinese citizen and could not obtain this item through auction. Moreover, this item was not simple and its origin was unknown. He had also gone through great trouble to acquire it.

They found out as soon as he took the picture; it seems they've been watching his every move closely and have been eyeing this for a long time.

Song Cheng smiled coldly, "You think you can just take what's mine? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Bernard turned around, waved his hands, and the doors of a row of black trucks behind him opened, revealing stacks of money, tens or hundreds of millions of dollars.

Song Cheng's eyes were full of mockery.

Bernard shouted, "I won't let you lose money. I'll offer more than ten times the price. What do you say, my old friend? Will you sell or not?"

Song Cheng wasn't stupid; a direct refusal might escalate into violence. "I'm curious, Bernard, as a member of a global family, you shouldn't lack these little trinkets I have. Why do you want this? Is there some secret hidden inside that's more important than this money?"

Bernard: "Haha, my friend, you're joking. I just like her, that's all. What? You won't give me face? Just name what you want. You don't want money? So you're after power and beauty?"

Song Cheng's face darkened as he gripped the item in his hand tightly. "If I don't sell, what will Mr. Bernard do?"

Song Cheng knew that he would have a hard time leaving unscathed today, but the things he held in his hands were of great importance and not something an ordinary person could decide.