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

She had sex with Shen Shiming that night.

But... it happened so suddenly, she never thought she would get married so soon.

Shen Shiming said to her without batting an eye, "I've already told your parents that you slept with me that night, and they both agree to us being together."

"What!" Song Qinghong was so startled that she stood up, forgetting that she was still in the car, and almost hit her head.

Fortunately, Shen Shiming pulled her into his arms in time.

Shen Shiming frowned, his eyes showing concern, and scolded, "When will you be able to change your impulsive nature?"

Song Qinghong blushed and snorted as she got up from his lap. "What's it to you?"

Shen Shiming: "From now on, I'll take care of you. Tell me, is it any of my business or not?"

Song Qinghong was both embarrassed and angry. "It's not even close to happening yet, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't believe my father would agree to let me marry you."

Shen Shiming: "If you don't believe me, I'll make a call right now."

Song Qinghong looked at him. After Shen Shiming made the call, the first thing he said to the person on the other end was, "Dad, let's get our marriage certificate today."

"Alright, alright, finally, this old father can rest easy."

Hearing that her father had sold her off so easily, Song Qinghong was furious and scolded, "Dad! How can you be such a father? Aren't you worried that Shen Shiming will bully me? What if he treats me badly?"

“I’ve been looking at you for thirty years. You’re almost twenty-eight, and Shiming is only two years older than you. He’s the perfect match for you. Hurry up and get married.”

Song Qinghong angrily hung up the phone. She had previously wanted to marry Zhou Lin, but he had refused to agree no matter what.

They also said she was too young and would have to wait until she was thirty.

Now look what's happened, they think she's too old.

She didn't finish her studies until she was 25. After having enough fun abroad, she returned to China and got married less than three years later.

snort!

The debt figure on Song Shuyue's merit book has decreased.

Upon opening the other volume, it was discovered that Song Qinghong had married Shen Shiming, resulting in a significant increase in the overall strength of the Song family.

Song Shuyue smiled, overjoyed.

Song Yanzhao walked over and, hearing her giggling at the air, asked curiously, "Yueyue, what's wrong with you? Did you fail the exam and are you feeling sad because you were too happy?"

Song Shuyue instantly stopped smiling and glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Is the thing I asked you to arrange done yet?"

Song Yanzhao: "Alright, Yueyue, I donate money all the time, why do I need to go to a charity organization now? And don't tell anyone beforehand."

Song Shuyue: "You'll know when you get there."

Donating money? Doing charity?

Haha, if you really put it into practice, you wouldn't have so little merit.

There must be something wrong with it.

Song Yanzhao brought Song Shuyue to the charity organization. When the visitors saw that Song Yanzhao was dressed in full vegetarian attire, their expressions turned somewhat unpleasant.

Their attitude was extremely unfriendly: "What are you doing here?"

Song Yanzhao never expected that after so many years of doing charity work, everyone should treat him with respect, but instead he was met with such contemptuous looks. Who did he think he was?

Is this new guy? Doesn't he know his place?

"Can't I come and take a look?"

The girl impatiently said, "Fine, fine."

Turning around, he saw a simply dressed old woman walking in, and immediately greeted her with a smile.

"Grandma, hello! Why did you come all the way here? If there's anything you need, just tell us."

"Oh, Xiaoqing, how is the student I sponsored last time doing now? I'm worried about him all the time."

Xiaoqing helped her up and said sincerely, "Grandma, she is very grateful to you. The 30,000 yuan you gave her has helped her pay for three years of tuition."

"That's good, that's good. I came here to donate to the young man who was sick recently. Five thousand, you can count it."

Xiaoqing patted her hand, "Grandma, I know you want to do good deeds, but your life isn't easy either, you should keep some for yourself."

“I’m just an old woman, I might not be here any day now, why would I need money?”

Song Yanzhao's eyes widened. He donated 30,000 and treated the person so well. He earns several million every year.

She always ignores me?

"Hey, you're Xiaoqing, right? I think you don't know who I am. My name is Song Yanzhao. Check how much I donated this year!"

Xiaoqing glanced at him with displeasure, "You didn't donate a single cent, hurry up and leave."

Xiaoqing had never met anyone like this before. They talked about charity, and made it sound so good. They claimed to make millions a year in front of the media.

The results of it.

Afterwards, they took back every penny of the money.

They're putting on airs, trying to portray themselves as some great philanthropist.

I have never seen such a shameless person.

"What! What do you mean you didn't donate a single cent? Did you even check? You're just spouting nonsense. Get your leader out here right now."

Xiaoqing: "That's enough. What do you think this place is? No one is forcing you to donate if you don't want to, but this is not a place for you to create hype. Get out of here."

"You! You!" Song Yanzhao was furious. He wanted to see what was going on today!

"What do you mean by 'creating hype'? Where does all the money I donate every year go?"

Xiaoqing rolled her eyes at him. "Heh, where did you go? Don't you know the answer yourself?"

Song Yanzhao clenched his fist. "Hey, how can you talk like that?"

"Oh, it's Mr. Song. What brings you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand. I'm so sorry for not being a good host. Please come in, please come in."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses happened to pass by and saw Song Yanzhao, which startled him so much that he quickly ran over.

Song Yanzhao has arrived, but where is Wang Qiao?

Song Yanzhao snorted coldly, "Tell her how much I donate every year!"

Li Qiang's face stiffened upon hearing this, but he smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Song, she's a newcomer and doesn't know anything. Let's talk inside."

Just as Song Yanzhao was about to agree, Song Shuyue stared at him with icy eyes.

"I want you to tell me right now how much money Song Yanzhao donates each year!"

Li Qiang's smile gradually froze, and he began to swallow nervously, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Wiping his sweat, he said, "Look at my brain, I really forgot for a moment. You guys go inside and sit down, I'll go check it out. I'm quite tired from running all this way."

"Then we'll..." Song Yanzhao hadn't finished speaking when Song Shuyue stopped him.

"Your name is Xiaoqing, right? You tell me!"

Li Qiang immediately pushed Xiaoqing aside and angrily rebuked her, "Can you take responsibility for offending them? Get out of the way now."

Xiaoqing was just an ordinary employee, while Li Qiang was the manager.

She couldn't resist, but she was really angry; Song Yanzhao always did this.

This time, she couldn't take it anymore and said loudly, "He says he donates five million every year, but then he takes the money back the next day. He's just putting on an act. He's been doing this for years. What's there to hide?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yanzhao's eyes widened, and he froze in astonishment.

"What do you mean by that? What do you mean by taking it back the next day? I have never gone back on my word."

Song Yanzhao looked at them, then at the composed Song Shuyue, and suddenly understood something.

His angry eyes were fixed on Li Qiang. "Tell me! Where did my money go!"

Li Qiang turned pale with fright, his trembling hand reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“The money is all there, it’s all there. There must be some misunderstanding. She doesn’t know anything. I’ll call my supervisor first. Please wait a moment.”