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

As soon as Song Qiyue got home, she complained that Song Shuyue had hit her, and the entire living room was filled with her curses.

Anman and Song Lin remained silent, heads bowed. Anman's eyes were red and swollen, while Song Qitian smoked, staring at Song Qiyue with a complicated expression.

Song Qiyue felt a chill run down her spine, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart.

"What's wrong? Mom, Dad, Big Brother, why aren't you saying anything?"

Amman was the first to stand up; she couldn't accept this fact yet.

"I'm going upstairs to rest first."

Song Qiyue grabbed her hand, "Mom, what's wrong with you two? You're not saying anything. I've been bullied. I will definitely not let that Song Shuyue get away with it."

"Enough! Leave me alone." Amman shook off her hand, her tone extremely displeased.

Song Qiyue was startled because Anman had never been angry with her before, let alone in such an extremely impatient tone.

Amman closed his eyes helplessly and strode away.

Song Qitian said coldly, "Song Qiyue, go back to your room immediately."

"Big brother, what do you mean? I'm the one who got hit." Song Qiyue thought that if he shouted loudly like before, they would side with him.

Song Lin didn't look up, and simply said, "Go back inside."

Song Qiyue was furious. Tears streaming down her face, she picked up a nearby vase and smashed it to the ground with a loud bang. The vase shattered into pieces.

"Why is everyone siding with that woman? Why? What's so great about Song Shuyue? I'm going to kill her."

Song Qiyue shouted hoarsely, and Song Lin clenched his fists, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. "Song Qiyue, you should move to a different place for a while."

"What?" Song Qiyue was stunned. What did they mean? Were they trying to kick her out?

Before she could even ask, Song Qiyue was forcibly dragged away by the housekeeper. Now she really didn't dare to cause any more trouble. The fear that sprouted in her heart instantly enveloped her, and she asked the housekeeper anxiously.

"Butler, what's going on? What happened? Where are you taking me?"

No one answered her. Song Qiyue bit her lower lip and comforted herself, "I won't bother Song Shuyue anymore, okay? Take me back right now, I don't want to leave my mother."

"Miss, please be quiet. The master only asked me to take you to the vicinity of the school."

Song Qiyue then nodded.

The other half of Song Yanzhao looked at the girl bending over and pulling weeds not far away, his gaze deep. His assistant handed him a document, which he read through. She should be the real Song Qiyue.

The substitution of children should not have happened in a family like the Song family, so why did it happen?

They have their blood relations identified right after birth.

Powerful families value bloodlines above all else, but this particular case has occurred, so what happens next...?

The thought in his mind sent chills down his spine; the Song family was truly on the decline.

He had previously been somewhat dismissive and perfunctory in his elder brother's advice, but now he could not. He had to become stronger, as the Song family was being dismantled.

The incident involving Song Qiyue serves as a bloody lesson, proving that they were outmaneuvered.

Upon receiving news from his fourth brother, Song Cheng immediately went there. Hearing about Song Qiyue's situation, he was shocked and grabbed Song Lin's shoulder, asking, "Are you telling the truth? Qiyue has no blood relation to you? What about the real Yueyue?"

Song Lin pulled his hand away and walked dejectedly to the window. "Fifth brother, someone is setting up a trap."

"Who is it?" Song Cheng asked with a stern expression.

Song Lin: "I don't know. We can't find any information now. There's only a paternity test result. Even the doctor who delivered the baby has disappeared without a trace. Our nanny, Aunt Lin, was their informant, but we didn't notice anything."

Song Cheng: "How could this be?" Song Cheng couldn't believe it, his eyes wide with shock. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he said, "Find Yueyue! Yes, find her. She must know."

Song Lin suddenly realized, "Yes, she also told me this news. Yueyue must know where my daughter is."

Song Shuyue was sitting on the balcony drinking tea when Song Lin and the others came to visit. Song Shuyue had known they would come, so she specifically asked them to stand in the back garden.

Zhang Xinyi was watering the flowers, her face beaming with a smile. Her small, delicate face was gentle and pretty, much like Anman's.

As soon as Anman entered, she grabbed Song Shuyue's hand and knelt down, crying, "Yueyue, Yueyue."

Although Song Shuyue could hold back her kneeling, she couldn't accept it given her current status.

They quickly helped her up. Anman looked haggard, her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were white and cracked. "Yueyue, you must know what that is, right? Auntie begs you, please tell me, where is my daughter?"

Song Shuyue glanced at Song Lin and the others behind her and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He said in a deep voice, "Okay, but don't get too excited, you'll scare her."

Zhang Xinyi cannot accept the fact that her biological parents are different people in an instant. If they force her to acknowledge them, it will backfire.

It's necessary to want it, but not now.

"Okay, okay, we just want to know if she's safe." Song Lin was also feeling overwhelmed, but more than anything else, he wanted to know if their biological daughter was alive or dead.

The sudden discovery that their daughter was not their biological child, coupled with the complete lack of leads in their investigation of their biological daughter, left them in a state of profound anguish.

"Calm down! She's right here."

Upon hearing this, everyone except Song Yanzhao stared in shock. Anman hurriedly looked around and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I saw the girl watering the flowers behind Song Shuyue. The girl was wearing a gray shirt, very thin, and rather short.

Is it her?

Amman composed herself, put on a smile, and walked over.

Zhang Xinyi was watering the flowers when she sensed someone approaching. She quickly turned around and saw a beautiful and elegant woman walking towards her. She hurriedly backed away with her things in her hand.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Amman knew at a glance that she was her biological daughter, a blood relative; her eyes and nose were so similar to her father's.

Amman smiled and said, "I'm Yueyue's aunt. Do you work here? What's your name?"

"Then you must be looking for Sister Yue. Sister Yue is upstairs. I can call her for you. I'm in charge of watering the flowers and weeding here. My name is Zhang Xinyi."

Amman: "Zhang Xinyi?"

"Yes, Madam, would you like me to call Sister Yue for you?"

Song Shuyue and the others also came over. "Sister Yue." Zhang Xinyi walked to Song Shuyue's side.

"Don't be afraid, they are my family. Come on, have some tea with us."

Zhang Xinyi felt a little embarrassed and nervously gripped the spray bottle. "Sister Yue, I won't bother you any longer! Since you have things to do, I'll go back first."

Song Yanzhao: "No need, let's go!"

Zhang Xinyi felt inferior and timid when facing these wealthy people for the first time, and she leaned on Song Shuyue to walk.