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

An Qiqi didn't see the result she wanted, and she felt resentful towards Ma Juncai.

Useless things.

She stepped forward and asked kindly, "Yueyue, are you alright? Did Juncai bully you? If Juncai has had a bad influence on you, don't hold it against him. He's not a bad person, he's just too impatient."

Song Shuyue asked directly, "He just said I bullied you. Tell me, how did I bully you?"

Song Shuyue didn't have time to play along with her acting, so she directly asked her question.

An Qiqi was surprised that Song Shuyue would ask, and her smile became a little stiff.

"Yueyue, you didn't bully me at all. They just misunderstood. Aren't we best friends?"

Those behind her couldn't bear to watch An Qiqi's submissive and humiliating demeanor any longer and pushed her aside.

He shouted, "Song Shuyue, how dare you ask? Didn't you ask Qiqi to go up and accept the award for you, but you went up yourself? Do you know how embarrassing that made Qiqi?"

"Oh?" Song Shuyue listened to their words, and it was the first time she had ever heard such speechless and shameless words.

Stand up straight casually.

"I asked her to go on stage to accept the award for me? An Qiqi, when did I say that?"

An Qiqi panicked and looked away. "Dad told me. He said you weren't feeling well and asked me to go up and accept the award for you. Yueyue, I really didn't know you were coming. If I had known you were coming, I definitely wouldn't have gone up."

Song Shuyue is acting very strangely today; she doesn't usually have this kind of courage.

In the end what happened.

Song Shuyue raised an eyebrow and brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead.

“I never said that. An Qiqi, stop trying to pin this on me. This is the first time I’ve seen someone try to impersonate someone else to accept an award on stage, and keep making excuses. Why don’t you just fly to the moon? All you ever do is lie. Did your own parents teach you how to be a liar when you were still in the womb?”

An Qiqi felt deeply insulted and glared fiercely at Song Shuyue, still trying to argue.

"It really was Dad who said you were up to something. Song Shuyue's trophy is yours. I've known that from the beginning. I just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Shuyue's bamboo stick slammed down on her calf.

Because An Qiqi was wearing a formal dress, a red mark from being hit was clearly visible on her calf.

An Qiqi was in so much pain that she immediately knelt down on the ground.

Song Shuyue's haughty and arrogant words rang out, just like when An Qiqi first met her.

She was a glamorous princess living in a castle.

She was like a beggar.

"An Qiqi, don't think I don't know what you're up to. You dare to scheme against me? You should consider your place and see if you have the ability. I've already asked the teacher about today's award ceremony. Because I took leave, the teacher asked you to notify me to receive the award today. Did you notify me, An Qiqi, as the teacher asked you to?"

Song Shuyue's words suddenly turned An Qiqi's face pale. She hadn't expected Song Shuyue to suddenly become so shrewd.

"Qiqi, what's going on? Song Shuyue didn't know about the awards ceremony?"

Because of her heart condition, Song Shuyue rarely comes to school, and An Qiqi relays many messages on her behalf.

Hearing the whispers around her, An Qiqi knew she had lost, so she covered her face and ran out of the classroom.

"Song Shuyue, you've gone too far! Qiqi is your sister, how can you talk to her like that?"

Ma Juncai felt a pang of pity and whispered something.

"Oh, is she the Empress or a Noble Consort? Do I need to be obsequious and speak softly to her? If you're sick, go see a doctor! And what did I do wrong? Is there anything wrong with me taking my own trophy? Is it hers? She just went on stage. If you've never heard of the phrase 'cuckoo in the nest,' go look it up in the dictionary."

Ma Juncai was speechless for a moment, and it seemed to make sense.

Just as he was about to chase after her, a cold voice behind him warned, "If you ride your beat-up motorcycle home today, you're sure to get into an accident."

Ma Juncai was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and then he flew into a rage, saying, "What do you mean by a broken motorcycle? It's worth ten million! Song Shuyue, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense. Who else would have a car accident? You're the one who's in a car accident! Don't you know who I am? The Nameless Qiushan Car God! Haha! Me, having a car accident? That's the most ridiculous and stupid joke I've heard all year."

After saying that, he stormed off, afraid that if he was even a second late, Song Shuyue's stick would fly over.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Song Shuyue shook her head helplessly, "Those who don't listen to the elders will suffer the consequences."

Everyone was speechless. "You're not an old man, are you?"

Song Shuyue slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and slowly walked out of the school gate. When she took out her merit book, she saw that the merit she owed of 10,000 had actually increased to 10,000.

It must be because he went on stage to receive the award and was envied by everyone.

But it only increased by eight? That's so stingy!

When Song got home, he saw An Qiqi crying and telling Song Xueer about her grievances, her face covered in tears.

Song Xue'er looked at her with nothing but indifference.

My heart is breaking. How ridiculous that I'm raising a child for another woman's husband.

"Qiqi, that's enough, I'm tired."

"Mom!" Upon hearing this, An Qiqi looked up at Song Xueer in disbelief.

Why would she react this way? Before, whenever she mentioned the grievances she had suffered...

She will definitely blame Song Shuyue for what happened today.

Did she discover something?

Song Xue'er's pupils dilated suddenly, she clenched her fists, turned around and roared at her, "Don't call me Mom, I'm not your mom, An Qiqi, remember your surname is An, not Song."

An Qiqi was startled, unable to believe that Song Xueer had actually lost her temper with her, and asked weakly, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xue'er pinched her brow and went upstairs.

Song Shuyue stood at the door and witnessed everything. A slight smile appeared on her lips. Ms. Song Xueer wasn't too stupid after all.

An Qiqi turned her head and saw Song Shuyue sitting on the sofa eating strawberries, which startled her and made her scream.

"Song Shuyue! What are you doing here?"

How did Song Shuyue manage to sneak in without anyone noticing? How come she didn't hear a thing?

It almost scared her to death.

She drank that glass of milk and is still alive? What a stubborn person!

Song Shuyue devoured strawberries, savoring their sweet and sour taste. She felt she had really been wasting her life as a ghost for the past hundred years.

There are so many delicious things in the world, but she has never tasted any of them.

"Song Shuyue, did you say something to Mom?"

Considering Song Shuyue's series of strange behavior today.

An Qiqi was convinced that Song Shuyue must have said something bad about her to cause this.

Song Shuyue looked up at her and said, "An Qiqi, she is my mother, not your mother. Don't call her that. But your father is your father."

As soon as Song Shuyue finished speaking, An Qiqi felt flustered, especially after hearing the last sentence, "Father is your father."

She was so frightened that her face turned pale. Did Song Shuyue find out something?