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

Song Qinghong blushed. "Yueyue, children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs."

Song Shuyue: "..." Come to think of it, she was also alone in her previous life, so this life can be considered a rebirth!

In fact, when she was reborn into this body, she knew that she could never go back.

She is now Song Shuyue.

Eighteen-year-old Song Shuyue inherited all the memories of a young girl and is slowly being assimilated into her emotions.

But we can't jump to conclusions; perhaps she will go back...

How will Song Xue'er and the others face things after they go back?

Song Qinghong hugged Song Shuyue and said, "Yueyue, I heard you're going to university soon. I've booked the whole place today, so you can buy whatever you want. If it weren't for you, I might not have seen through that scumbag Zhou Lin."

Song Shuyue teased, "Oh? When did you become a deadbeat? Wasn't he the guy you were determined to marry?"

Song Qinghong pinched her cheek, "Song Shuyue! Don't talk nonsense, that's all in the past. Let's go shopping."

Song Shuyue removed her hand, wiped her face, and gave a proud snort, "Who gave you permission to touch my face?"

Song Qinghong absolutely adored her cool and aloof appearance.

He hugged her and couldn't help but kiss her.

Song Shuyue's pupils dilated suddenly, and she glared at her with shame and indignation, "Song Qinghong, you!"

"Alright, alright, my Yueyue, your cousin will take you to buy pretty clothes."

The two began picking out clothes when an uninvited guest suddenly walked in. Why was he an uninvited guest? Because Song Qinghong also disliked Song Qiyue.

The two had previously had a heated argument.

Upon seeing Song Shuyue, Song Qiyue's anger flared up immediately. Pointing at her, she cursed, "Song Shuyue, you damned bitch, bitch, murderer! You must have killed Aunt Lin! The police should arrest me! If it weren't for you, how could Aunt Lin have suddenly had a heart attack?"

Song Qinghong slapped her hand away, "Song Qiyue, what are you doing here? Are you sick? Yueyue, ignore her."

Song Qiyue was furious and glared fiercely at Song Qinghong. "Song Qinghong, I don't want to argue with you. Get lost. Song Shuyue, you come with me to turn yourself in right now."

Song Shuyue's eyes turned sinister as she sized her up with her sharp gaze.

"What? Getting itchy skin? Did you think the two slaps last night were too lenient?"

Song Qiyue instantly remembered the pain in her face, and instinctively stepped back, a look of fear flashing in her eyes.

But today she brought bodyguards, so the person who was beaten should be Song Shuyue.

"Song Shuyue, don't think I'm afraid of you. You slapped me twice last night, and I'm going to pay you back tenfold today! Guards, seize him!"

Song Qinghong shielded the person behind her, saying, "Song Qiyue, what are you doing? How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me?"

"Go away!"

Song Qiyue shoved Song Qinghong aside, and the bodyguards, hearing what the young lady said, swarmed over.

Song Shuyue shook her head and said to Song Qinghong, "Go to the side."

"No! Yueyue, I will protect you."

Song Shuyue: "Please don't hold me back, okay?"

Song Qinghong then understood what she meant. After hesitating for a moment, she walked to the side. There were five bodyguards. Song Qinghong couldn't even see how they fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, they were lying on the ground groaning.

Song Qiyue was shocked. How could this be!

Song Shuyue is so amazing.

"You! What do you want to do?" Song Qiyue backed away in fear.

Song Shuyue rubbed her hands together, a smile playing on her lips. "Kneel down, and I won't hit you."

"You! You! You dare to say that?!" Song Qiyue had barely finished speaking when she was kicked hard in the knee, causing her to fall to her knees in pain.

Song Shuyue lifted her chin. "Song Qiyue, you've been influenced by what you see and hear all along, and you've been influenced by those you associate with, right?"

Song Shuyue was no longer in the mood to fool around with her; anyway, her good days were numbered.

"Get lost and don't show your face in front of me again, or I won't care if you're a minor or not."

Song Shuyue turned around, and Song Qiyue's eyes flashed with venomous hatred as she swung the vase and smashed it down on her.

"Watch out!" Song Qinghong shouted.

Song Shuyue kicked backward, and Song Qiyue flew out like a rag doll.

"roll!"

This time, Song Qiyue didn't dare to go forward again. She left with a "You just wait" and ran away.

Song Qinghong stared in disbelief, gave her a thumbs up, and came to her side, praising, "My God, Yueyue, tell me, what did you do before? How did you become so amazing?"

Song Shuyue: "Let's go, weren't you going to take me out to eat?"

Song Qinghong asked in confusion, "Wait, how did you know?" While she was still puzzled, Song Shuyue had already walked far away, so she ran after her.

"Yueyue, I haven't even told you yet, how did you know? Did Shen Shiming tell you?"

Song Shuyue: "I guessed."

She dreamt last night that she would meet a benefactor today, which is why she went out. This benefactor should be related to Song Qinghong.

In an antique-style room

Across from Shen Shiming sat a noble man dressed in a black retro-style top with a strong aura. He had a refined and elegant appearance, and his eyes were as fierce as those of an eagle in the sky. At this moment, he was staring at the tea in his cup.

"Introduce a young girl to me?"

Shen Shiming picked up his tea and took a sip. "Big brother, although I call you big brother, you're only older than me in terms of seniority but younger in age. Don't always act like an old-fashioned person. Girls don't like that."

Shen Heming frowned, picked up the tea, gently blew away the foam on top, and took a sip.

"You mean you're going to introduce me to someone? Shen Shiming, don't you have anything better to do right now?"

Shen Shiming said helplessly, "What do you mean by introducing someone? It's a problem if they don't even like you. It's just about making friends. I think you would be very happy to be friends with my little cousin because you two have such similar vibes."

Shen Heming stood up. "I don't have time to play with you. I have other things to do."

"Hey, big brother, you can't leave. I've already talked to my wife about letting Yueyue get to know you."

Shen Heming: "I have to leave in an hour. I need to go to Hong Kong for some business."

Shen Shiming: "Don't worry, I guarantee we'll be very compatible."

When he first met Song Shuyue, he felt that the two of them were compatible and would definitely be able to get along and become friends.

Today, Song Shuyue was wearing a retro chiffon top, her long hair falling obediently over her shoulders. She walked in slowly, her cool and beautiful face ethereal and otherworldly.

The moment she walked in, Shen Heming was momentarily stunned. Besides her beauty, her eyes seemed to have been tempered by time, giving off a sense of seeing through everything yet not taking anything seriously.

Calm and composed, with an aura of noble elegance and unparalleled refinement, she is indeed a remarkable girl.

"Yueyue, you're here. Please sit down. Let me introduce you. This is my older brother. He's just a senior to me. He's 26 years old this year. His name is Shen Heming."

Song Shuyue knew why she had met such a benefactor; it was none other than her soulmate from a past life.

Shen Heming, Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.

She should have realized why the memory in her dream felt so familiar.

"Hello, Ms. Song, my name is Shen Heming."

Song Shuyue also extended her hand, "Hello, my name is Song Shuyue."

Shen Heming, unlike his usual rigid self, started to actively find topics to talk about. Shen Shiming sat to the side, dumbfounded. When did his older brother start chatting like this?

"Miss Song, there's an auction tomorrow night. Would you do me the honor of attending with me?"

Song Shuyue: "Okay."

Song Qinghong pulled Shen Shiming outside and questioned him, "Didn't you say you were going to introduce a friend to Yueyue? Why is it Shen Heming? What exactly are you planning?"

Shen Shiming took her hand and said affectionately, "Wife, don't you think Yueyue has a similar temperament to my older brother? They even have common interests, both liking antiques and calligraphy and paintings. Wouldn't it be great if they got to know each other and became friends?"

Song Qinghong squinted at him with a dangerous look in her eyes, and decisively reached out and grabbed his ear.

"So that's what you were planning! Yueyue is only eighteen, you beast! Shen Heming is the same age as her older brother."

"Oh, my dear wife, what are you thinking? I just want them to be friends. Besides, Yueyue is going to university in Beijing soon, and my older brother is a university professor."

Song Qinghong was skeptical. "Really?"

Shen Shiming: "Of course, I guarantee that I have absolutely no bad intentions."