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

"Yeah, yeah, it's infuriating! That idiot Song Shuyue, she's a genius girl, what makes her so special? You're so outstanding, you should be the genius girl."

An Qiqi lay on the table, sobbing, and raised her head with tears streaming down her face.

"Today, Yueyue asked me to go on stage to accept the award for her, but she suddenly showed up and made me a laughing stock. Also, all the sketches I drew before were gone. Later, I found that my sketches were very similar to her award-winning painting. She is my sister. I didn't know she would go back on her word."

"What! That bitch Song Shuyue always pretends to be sickly and pitiful, but I never expected her to be such a scheming person. Qiqi, let's tell the boss right away that she plagiarized."

An Qiqi grasped their hands. "No, don't do this. I believe this painting is my sister's work. It might just be similar. She's my sister, and I don't want to make a fuss. But what happened today has disappointed me so much. She clearly said she couldn't do it, but..."

An Qiqi kept wiping away her tears; her appearance of being wronged but not daring to speak out evoked pity.

Ma Juncai, An Qiqi's loyal lover and protector, slammed his fist on the table.

"Song Shuyue dares to play you like this? Qiqi, you wait and I'll get revenge for you."

After saying that, the blond-haired boy ran out like a gust of wind.

"No, don't go, Jun-jae, she's my sister."

An Qiqi chased after him in a panic, but twisted her ankle before she had taken two steps.

"Qiqi, you shouldn't go. Song Shuyue should be taught a lesson; she went too far."

"No, Juncai would hurt my sister. I need to go. Please help me."

Song Shuyue put the certificate into her schoolbag and just as she was about to tear open a lollipop to eat one, a pair of large hands reached out and forcefully slapped the lollipop away before she could even put it in her mouth.

With a "thud," the lollipop flew to the ground and was stepped on by a passing classmate.

Song Shuyue's face turned gloomy in an instant, and she slowly raised her head with sharp eyes, staring coldly at the boy in front of her.

Just as Ma Jun was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he met those sinister eyes and instinctively felt afraid. He took a few steps back, somewhat apprehensive, and swallowed hard.

what happened.

How could he possibly be afraid of Song Shuyue, a sickly woman?

It's ridiculous. Who is Ma Juncai? He's afraid of a girl.

"Hey, did you bully Qiqi? Song Shuyue usually scolds you without saying a word, but I didn't expect you to be so scheming, making Qiqi go up on stage to accept the award for you, and then going up yourself. Don't you have any conscience? Is it fun to play tricks on people like this?"

Ma Juncai launched into a stern lecture, expecting Song Shuyue to meekly admit her mistake as she always had.

Unexpectedly, Song Shuyue's first words were, "Pay back my lollipop."

"Wh...what?" Ma Juncai's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad feeling.

We've gone off-topic.

"I said pay me back my lollipop. Who told you to knock my lollipop away? Who do you think you are?"

Song Shuyue hates nothing more than losing a prize that's almost within her grasp.

It was maliciously destroyed.

The sneakers stomped on the ground, each step seeming to stomp on Ma Juncai's heart.

Ma Juncai swallowed hard and straightened his posture.

what the hell!

This sickly fellow is acting strangely today; I'm afraid he's gone mad.

What was he, a grown man of 1.8 meters, afraid of a little girl? Thinking of this, Ma Juncai said in a frivolous tone: "Song Shuyue, you deserve it. Who told you to bully Qiqi? This young master is not going to compensate you, so what can you do to me, huh!"

Before he could finish his smug words, he was kicked away with a scream.

It slammed heavily onto the table and chairs, then rolled onto the floor.

After a long while, Ma Jun finally reacted, dragging his body, which felt like his internal organs had been displaced by the kick, and stumbled to his feet.

What just happened?!

It was Song Shuyue who kicked him.

Where did she get such strength?

Is the person in front of me really Song Shuyue?

Could she be Song Shuyue's twin sister?

"Song Song Song Shuyue, what are you doing? You dare to hit me? You're asking for it!"

With swift yet elegant movements, Song Shuyue pulled a section of green bamboo from her bag; it was even retractable.

Speaking of bamboo, Song Shuyue has to say that one great thing about modern things is their convenience.

Pulling out the appropriate length, and to everyone's astonishment and Ma Juncai's bewildered gaze, "smack!" it hit his buttocks.

"Ah, my ass."

Ma Juncai let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Song Shuyue, you... Ah, ah! Help! Help! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! It hurts, it hurts!"

Before Ma Juncai could react, he was beaten so badly that he had to run around, but the stick still managed to land accurately on his buttocks.

Tears welled up in Ma Juncai's eyes. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to spank him, especially not in front of so many people, at school.

woohoo~

Mom, I want to find my mom.

Mommy! Help me!

Finally, Song Shuyue got tired of beating him, and Ma Jun was able to hide in a corner and beg for mercy.

"Song Shuyue, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't send me anymore, I know I was wrong."

"Big sister, from now on, you are my big sister, my ancestor."

Is Song Shuyue a devil?

No, she's more terrifying than the devil.

It's one thing for a delicate girl to hit someone, but to carry a weapon is another. Is there no justice in this world?

He wants to report... or call the police.

Song Shuyue jumped up and sat on the table, swinging her slender, beautiful legs.

"I told you, give me back my lollipop."

Ma Juncai was in excruciating pain; it hurt even more than when his father whipped him with a belt.

How could I dare utter a single word of dissent?

Ma Juncai: "I'll pay, I'll pay, big sister, I'll pay you back. How much do you want? One thousand? Five thousand?"

Song Shuyue's displeased gaze fell on him. "I said I wanted a lollipop, give it to me right now."

Ma Juncai truly understood what it meant to have a woman's heart that's as unfathomable as the bottom of the sea.

He immediately took out his phone and asked someone to buy him some lollipops.

five minutes later

Song Shuyue took a bag of lollipops, opened one, put it in her mouth, and her eyes lit up instantly.

It's watermelon flavored, and it's delicious.

Seeing that her complexion had improved somewhat, Ma Juncai cautiously stepped forward to inquire.

"Song Shuyue, Sister Song, look, I've made you a lollipop. May I leave now?"

Song Shuyue then looked at him properly. He was surrounded by black mist and looked like a jinx. He was quite interesting.

"What did you ask me just now?"

Ma Juncai dared not mention it again, shaking his head repeatedly.

If he had known earlier that Song Shuyue was so powerful, he wouldn't have dared to provoke her even if he were offered a hundred million.

An Qiqi and her group arrived at the scene, intending to see Song Shuyue being scolded and crying.

But what happened next left them speechless with shock.

Ma Juncai, with a fawning expression, helped Song Shuyue unwrap the candy and handed it to her with a smile, saying, "Big sister, have a taste."