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

Song Shuyue was just walking normally, but in their eyes it looked like she was waving her arms and gesturing.

"She is my cousin, my aunt's daughter."

Li Li exclaimed in shock, "Oh my, it's the Song family from Qing City! Didn't we say your aunt had severed ties with the Song family? Why is she here?"

“I invited my cousin, but I didn’t expect her to come.”

Song Qiyue had no prior interaction with Song Shuyue, but she was aware of some things that happened online.

Song Shuyue is a completely unfilial daughter.

He even dared to hit his own father.

"Ah Zhao, Yueyue, you're here. Yueyue, let your auntie see you. You're getting more and more beautiful as you grow up, just like your mother."

A dignified and elegant woman in high heels walked towards her with a bright smile and took her hand.

"Thank you." Song Shuyue's cool and aloof expression softened into a gentle smile.

Anman loves girls the most, and she took a liking to Song Shuyue the moment she saw her.

"Yueyue, you'll be going to university soon, right? Where will you be studying?"

Song Shuyue: "In Beijing."

Anman was shocked, then overjoyed. "Wow, Yueyue is amazing! Here, this is your cousin Qiyue. Just like you, her name has 'Yueyue' in it. Isn't that a wonderful coincidence?"

Song Shuyue was pulled to Song Qiyue's side. When Song Shuyue's gaze fell on Song Qiyue, it instantly turned sharp and cold. It was her!

"What's wrong, Yueyue?"

Seeing Song Shuyue lost in thought, Anman asked in confusion.

Song Shuyue shook her head. "It's nothing."

Song Qiyue scoffed, looked her up and down, and said sarcastically, "So you're my cousin from Qing City. I heard you even beat your own father. Is that true?"

“July!” Amman shouted angrily. How could this child speak like that?

Song Shuyue knew she had ill intentions. "Yes, but what does it have to do with you?"

"You!" Song Qiyue didn't expect her to retort so directly. Anman smiled and tried to smooth things over, "Yueyue, don't hold it against Qiyue."

Song Shuyue smiled faintly, "No."

Song Qiyue's two older brothers also greeted Song Shuyue, but Song Shuyue's gaze always sent chills down their spines, making them feel as if they were being watched by a highly respected elder.

Song Qiyue's eldest brother, Song Qitian, already has a child, and her second brother, Song Qishen, is a painter with some fame.

Song Qitian's son ran over, hugged Song Shuyue's leg, and uttered a cute voice.

"Sister, sister, you're so pretty, can I have a hug?"

Looking at the exquisitely beautiful little guy in front of her, Song Shuyue felt a touch in her heart, and she reached out to pick him up.

What's your name?

"Sister, my name is Song Yangxi."

The little guy is about five years old, with a chubby body, wearing a little suit, and a round and cute white face.

“Song Yangxi, you should call me cousin-aunt.”

"Wow, my cousin."

Song Yangxi nestled close to Song Shuyue. He adored his cousin; she was so clean, so pure, and exuded such a comforting aura.

"Xixi, you're being silly again. Get down here right now."

A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Song Shuyue turned around and saw another woman wearing a cheongsam, but hers was pink. Her face was slightly pale, and she looked sickly. She was also very thin.

“Okay, Mom.” Song Yangxi reluctantly got down and walked to his mother Lin Qingru’s side.

"Sorry, this guy is very mischievous, please don't mind him."

Lin Qingru's lips were pale, and she spoke weakly.

"It's nothing. You often feel weak all over, have many dreams, and occasionally cough up blood, right?"

Lin Qingru was momentarily stunned, and she spoke every single word correctly.

She smiled gently, "Yes, it's an old problem. The medicine doesn't seem to help. I'm used to it. Thank you for your concern, Yueyue."

There's no need to hide her illness; many people know about it.

"What's your name?"

Lin Qingru was puzzled, but she still told him her name.

"Hey, how dare you talk to my sister-in-law like that? Song Shuyue, what does my sister-in-law's name have to do with you?"

Song Qiyue strode over and said sternly.

Song Shuyue ignored her words, and Lin Qingru said unhappily, "July, you are not allowed to talk to your cousin like that."

"Fine, I'm trying to stand up for you, and you're siding with others. You're really biased towards outsiders. You deserve to die young."

"You, cough cough!" Lin Qingru was always very familiar with her sister-in-law's temper.

How could she possibly be kind to herself? She was clearly targeting Song Shuyue.

"What do you mean, 'I'? You should stay away from people like that. She even hit her own father. What kind of good person is she? Humph."

Song Qiyue said she saw a few friends and then walked away.

Lin Qingru's eyes were full of guilt and apology. "I'm so sorry, July was too spoiled. Please don't mind."

"She's not worth my concern, but you are."

"Me?" A look of confusion appeared in Lin Qingru's eyes.

"Well, as far as I know, although your family has a hereditary lung disease, it was cured when you were ten years old. You only started to look haggard again after giving birth to Xixi, right?"

Song Shuyue's words greatly shocked Lin Qingru. These were things that no one would normally know unless they got married.

But how could she?

Seeing her confusion, Song Shuyue smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you."

Lin Qingru thought so too. What did she need to be schemed against? Right now, she was just dragging her broken body along, barely clinging to life.

"Yes, the doctor said that this is a postpartum relapse, which is difficult to treat."

Looking into her eyes, Song Shuyue told her, word by word, "It's not difficult! Your illness is not hereditary, but caused by someone administering a slow-acting poison."

"What!" Lin Qingru's eyes widened suddenly as she looked at Song Shuyue in disbelief.

Song Shuyue continued, "If you believe me, stop drinking the soup. Your nanny is the one who poisoned it. The mastermind is your best friend, surnamed Zhang, right? She suddenly returned to China five years ago. Before that, she liked your husband. After returning to China, she found out that you were married and had children, and decided to give her her blessings. She's the one who harmed you."

Lin Qingru was struck dumb, seemingly unable to accept the truth, and kept backing away.

Song Yanzhao overheard everything and, seeing that Lin Qingru had guessed the carpet was about to fall, quickly pulled her up.

“Sister-in-law, I believe my sister. I can guarantee that what she said is true.”

Lin Qingru still found it unbelievable; how could it be her?

They've been best friends since they were little.

Seeing that Lin Qingru's expression was off, Song Qitian walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingru shook her head and leaned against her husband's chest.

Song Shuyue has said this much; whether or not to believe it is up to Lin Qingru.

Lin Qingru does not belong to the Song family, so she cannot forcibly reverse her fate, but she can change it.

"Big brother, she must have bullied sister-in-law. She even dared to hit her father, what else wouldn't she dare to do?"

Song Qitian frowned and rebuked, "Shut up. An Linsheng deserved it. It has nothing to do with Yueyue."

An Linsheng's affair became widely known; everyone understood the situation and hated the beast.