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

Song Yanzhao rubbed Song Shuyue's fluffy head.

"Don't worry, I'll send a few people over, and we won't let her get close again."

Song Shuyue removed the hand that was messing up her hair. "I hired someone to take care of the backyard. They should be here soon."

Song Yanzhao poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and casually asked, "How much did you pay them? The price has to be reasonable."

"Five hundred per hour."

"Pfft." Song Yanzhao spat out a mouthful of water, turned to look at her in shock, and asked incredulously, "How much did you say? Five hundred an hour?"

As he spoke, he strode up to her and touched her forehead.

"She doesn't have a fever? Her home is such a small place, and you're charging her 500 yuan an hour? Who is she, some kind of expert or...? Have you been scammed?"

Song Shuyue sat down calmly. "Can't I do it if I want to?"

Song Yanzhao was speechless, then smiled helplessly: "Yueyue, I didn't mean to blame you, I was just worried that you might be deceived. Was it a man or a woman? It wouldn't be your boyfriend, would it?"

The thought of the word "boyfriend" made Song Yanzhao's pupils tremble. Seeing his overreaction, Song Shuyue said speechlessly, "A woman."

"Ding-dong." The doorbell rang on time.

Just as Song Shuyue was about to get up, Song Yanzhao pressed the wine glass back down.

"Sit down, I'll go open it."

He wanted to see who could demand 500 yuan an hour.

Upon opening the door, a petite girl came into view. She was only 1.6 meters tall, with hardly any flesh on her body, and was as thin as a rake. She wore a thin gray shirt and carried a faded schoolbag.

She stood nervously at the door, clenching her fingers, her voice weak.

"Hello, does Song Shuyue live here?"

Zhang Xinyi didn't dare to look up, but judging from his clothes and shoes, he was a boy. She cautiously raised her head.

She was met with Song Yanzhao's face. Her breath caught in her throat, and she quickly covered her mouth and backed away.

He is Song Yanzhao!

Is this Song Yanzhao's home?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I must have come to the wrong place. I'm sorry, I'll leave right away."

Song Yanzhao probably doesn't think she's a stalker fan.

Will they call the police and have her arrested?

When Song Yanzhao saw that it was her, he couldn't say anything. He recognized the girl as the one he had helped out of a predicament at the bar the night before, but she probably hadn't recognized him at the time.

Song Yanzhao moved aside. "Come in, she's here."

"Huh?" Zhang Xinyi was shocked and stunned.

After realizing what had happened, her eyes were filled with disbelief. It turned out that Sister Yue was Song Yanzhao's younger sister.

So... he was the one who came to the rescue that night.

Zhang Xinyi was extremely grateful and bowed deeply to him, saying, "Thank you."

"Sister Yue, I think 500 yuan an hour is too expensive. I'm afraid I can't afford it."

Zhang Xinyi knew that Song Shuyue wanted to help her, but she couldn't push her luck. Five hundred a hour, a thousand for two hours—how could she possibly earn so much money?

Song Shuyue raised her eyes, smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling, "I have many requirements, so I'm not at a loss."

Zhang Xinyi bit her lip, knowing she couldn't say anything more, and nodded in agreement.

Song Yanzhao was a little skeptical that she would help someone for no reason, and asked curiously, "Do you have some ulterior motive?"

Song Shuyue rolled her eyes at him. "Am I that kind of person?"

She's also very kind, okay?

Song Yanzhao: "Hmm!"

"You!" Song Shuyue snorted and stood up. "Perfect timing, I need your help with something."

"What is it?" He was very honored to be troubled by his younger sister, after all, Yueyue had always been the one to help him solve problems.

Now it's his turn, and he should also fulfill his responsibilities as an older brother.

"Go and check if Song Cheng has a daughter."

"Cough cough!" Song Yanzhao was so frightened by her words that he coughed violently.

"Are you kidding me? Fifth Uncle? He's been single for years, doesn't even have a girlfriend, and you're asking if he has a daughter?"

Song Shuyue: "I asked you to investigate, not to guess. Find out if he has ever had any girlfriends or lovers."

Seeing her serious demeanor, Song Yanzhao realized she wasn't joking, so he straightened his posture.

"What do you mean? Do you suspect he has an illegitimate daughter? Or did you figure something out, Yueyue?"

Song Shuyue: "Not yet."

Song Yanzhao patted his chest and assured him, "Alright, leave this to your brother, don't worry!"

A few days later

Song Yanzhao received an invitation, saying that his fourth uncle, Song Lin, was going to hold a birthday banquet for his youngest daughter, and the venue would be a ship in Haishi.

Song Yanzhao originally didn't want to go, but now that he was the boss of Zhaoshi Group, he needed to get along with many big shots, and this was a good opportunity.

"Yueyue, you should come too. We're all family anyway."

Song Yanzhao understood that although his five uncles said they would no longer contact his mother, they had been secretly caring for her and often visited her.

Song Shuyue: "Okay."

Song Yanzhao picked out a purple cheongsam for Song Shuyue, which suited her very well. Song Shuyue liked it very much and kept turning around in front of the mirror to admire her own beauty.

"I really like it. How did you know I like cheongsams?"

Song Yanzhao: "I noticed you often look at cheongsams, so I figured you like them."

Song Shuyue smiled knowingly and twirled in front of him. "Thank you. Am I pretty?"

Song Yanzhao's eyes were full of doting affection as he clapped his hands and praised loudly, "As beautiful as a fairy."

Song Yanzhao brought Song Shuyue to the birthday banquet. Song Lin was greeting his friends when he saw a girl with Song Yanzhao and went up to her.

"This must be Yueyue, she's really beautiful. I'm your fourth uncle."

Song Shuyue couldn't bring herself to greet her fourth uncle, so she just hummed in response. Her icy gaze made the smile on Song Lin's face look somewhat awkward.

"Fourth Uncle, Yueyue is usually quite quiet."

Song Lin: "It's okay, it's okay. It's good for a girl to be quiet and gentle. Yueyue, go inside quickly. Your cousin is inside. She's only a few years younger than you. You two haven't met yet, have you?"

Looking at the mature and handsome middle-aged man in front of her, Song Shuyue realized that her guess might have been wrong.

Song Lin and Song Cheng look very similar, so much so that she automatically guessed that Zhang Xinyi was Song Cheng's daughter.

Now Song Lin also has a 50% chance.

Zhang Xinyi's background has been altered, and it cannot be found in the Book of Fate at all. It seems that only human intervention can help.

Song Yanzhao: "Then I'll take Yueyue inside first."

"it is good."

Song Shuyue's arrival drew everyone's attention. Dressed in a purple cheongsam, with fair skin and delicate features, she possessed an extraordinary beauty despite her young age.

Song Qiyue was very dissatisfied, feeling that someone had stolen the spotlight that belonged to her.

She pouted, her eyes revealing a hint of resentment and anger.

Her best friend, who was standing next to her, noticed what she was thinking.

He leaned close to her ear and said indignantly, "Who is that girl? Doesn't she know it's your birthday today? How dare she show off so blatantly?"