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

“Song Yanzhao, I said you’re not allowed to go, and that means you’re not allowed to go!” Song Shuyue repeated.

Don't you even know what script it is? Is Song Yanzhao a sucker?

"Yueyue, I think it's all..."

As he spoke, Song Yanzhao glanced down at the script in his hand. Playing an ugly character? A comical clown?

A hint of relief flashed in Song Yanzhao's eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, July, I can't agree to your request. I apologize."

Song Qiyue was so angry that she could hardly breathe. She pointed at Song Shuyue and cursed, "It's all your fault! What good does this do you? We're all relatives. Besides, Song Yanzhao is an actor. He's born to act. What's wrong with letting him play the clown and make everyone happy?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of everyone present changed drastically.

Amman quickly pulled her daughter back, "July! Don't talk nonsense, apologize now."

Taking advantage of being the darling of the family, Song Qiyue was unrestrained and refused to back down. "What did I say wrong, Mom? Isn't Song Yanzhao just an actor? Pretending in front of the camera is his job, isn't it?"

Song Lin snapped, "Shut up! Song Qiyue, apologize right now!"

Seeing that her family was all on Song Yanzhao's side, Song Qiyue cried out in grievance, "No! Why should I apologize? I did nothing wrong. Song Shuyue is just jealous of me. Song Yanzhao doesn't deserve to be my cousin. And you, you short-lived bastard, you're all bullying me."

With tears welling up in her eyes, Song Qiyue pointed at them one by one and said loudly through gritted teeth.

Song Yanzhao was about to stop Song Shuyue, because she knew that Song Shuyue would absolutely not tolerate such a thing.

Before the hand could even be extended, there was a loud "smack!"

Song Qiyue was slapped so hard that she was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

Song Qiyue's head was buzzing, and she couldn't react for a long time.

Everyone stared in disbelief, and the banquet fell silent in an instant.

Fu Yuyao had just heard the commotion and walked over when he saw Song Shuyue. Without saying a word, he hit Song Qiyue.

Song Qitian swallowed hard; what strength!

Song Qiyue got up, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her face red and swollen, and burst into tears.

Song Shuyue's sinister gaze swept over Song Lin and An Man present.

"You're outspoken and ill-mannered. Don't tell me you're young; that's just an excuse!"

Song Shuyue's words were resounding and irrefutable, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Amman knew that it was indeed her daughter's fault, so she quickly went over and helped her up.

"Apologize now."

Song Qiyue's entire face was in pain; no one had ever dared to hit her since she was a child.

Today, on her birthday, she was hit by this woman!

"Song Shuyue, you bitch, you slut, you deserve to die a horrible death, you deserve to die, ah!"

Without hesitation, Song Shuyue slapped him again. The sound of the slap was so sudden that it caught everyone off guard and caused a stir among the crowd.

Song Qitian and his companions silently retreated, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Having experienced firsthand the power of his younger sister, Song Yanzhao dared not even approach her now, let alone try to persuade her.

Song Shuyue's cold gaze sent chills down Song Lin's spine. What was going on?

Yueyue's gaze filled him with fear.

Song Qiyue was completely obedient this time, unable to even open her eyes, and kept crying in Anman's arms.

Song Shuyue exhaled a breath of stale air, "I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it, but I won't allow anyone to talk about my family. I don't have any redeeming qualities, I just hit whoever I don't like. You guys continue with the birthday party."

After saying that, Song Shuyue turned and left. Song Lin stopped her, thinking that she was going to question him and stand up for his daughter. Unexpectedly, she was asked to stay and apologize to Song Qiyue.

Song Qiyue dared not utter a word of protest and could only obediently apologize before following Anman to apply a face mask.

The reason Song Lin kept Song Shuyue was because he felt that Song Shuyue had an admirable prestige, just like an elder, although it sounded a bit far-fetched.

But it was she who saved Song Cheng when he was on the verge of death last time.

So he wanted to ask her some questions.

"Yueyue, may I speak to you in private?"

Song Shuyue nodded. Song Lin was quite capable; he could actually tell that she was not simple.

He immediately asked, "Yueyue, do you know something? Or are you trying to remind me of something? Don't misunderstand, I heard you can tell fortunes, so..."

Song Shuyue frowned and slowly said, "Not long ago I met a girl, sixteen years old, with similar eyebrows to yours, especially her aura. She is a member of the Song family! There is no mistake about that. But her fate was changed, and Song Qiyue does not have any Song family aura at all. I can be sure of that. So there is a 90% chance that she is not your biological daughter."

Song Lin gasped, finding it hard to believe, his heart couldn't take it, and he gasped for breath.

Song Shuyue called out to him from behind, "Stop watching the show and come out to give him his medicine."

Song Qitian immediately came out, gave Song Lin the medicine, and wondered how she had discovered him.

"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. Also, regarding the secretary you've been dealing with lately, I suggest you do some research on her background."

Upon hearing this, Song Lin immediately asked his assistant to investigate. He also felt something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong with his secretary.

Song Qitian gazed intently at Song Shuyue's retreating figure.

She expressed her thoughts, "Dad, don't you think Yueyue doesn't seem like someone her age?"

Song Lin said earnestly, "Perhaps she is indeed a different person, but it's a good thing in the end. Your fifth uncle was being hunted down by Bernard a while ago, and it was Yueyue who single-handedly rescued him. Your fifth uncle said that Yueyue can hold a gun, is extremely accurate with a gun, and is highly skilled in martial arts. He asked your aunt, but your aunt didn't know anything about this."

Song Shuyue sat on the sofa, and Song Yanzhao swallowed hard. "Yueyue, Third Brother is really touched that you stood up for me."

Song Shuyue rolled her eyes at him and said coldly, "I just don't like her, what's it to you?"

Song Yanzhao gave an awkward smile.

"Yueyue, but you can't do that anymore. It's never good to hit people randomly."

Although everything was justified and very gratifying, she was afraid that Yueyue would be hurt.

Song Shuyue casually uttered an "oh".

Fu Yuyao was annoyed that the girl was Song Yanzhao's sister. He scratched his head in frustration, as he had targeted Song Yanzhao many times before.

This is bad.

He wanted to get close to her, but he still had to get past Song Yanzhao.

Song Qiyue's face had recovered somewhat. As the ball began, Song Qiyue, with red eyes, invited Fu Yuyao to be her date.

She thought to herself that since she had just been beaten, everyone would feel sorry for her, and Brother Yuyao would definitely agree.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Yuyao rejected her invitation the next second and turned to walk towards Song Shuyue.

When her outstretched hand missed its mark, Song Qiyue's eyes were filled with disappointment and resentment as she clenched her fists tightly.

Song Shuyue!

It's all you!

As Song Shuyue sipped her juice, a pair of fair hands with distinct knuckles reached out, and a gentle, unfamiliar voice invited her to dance. Just as she was about to politely decline, Song Yanzhao slapped her away with his large hand.

"Get lost! Stay away from my sister. If you dare to involve my family in our business, I'll beat you up."

Song Yanzhao's eyes were sharp, and his voice carried an undeniable warning.