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

Chapter 267 Using those two favors

Duan Wenxue never expected that this group of people would go back on their word, taking so much money from her and then betraying her.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have killed them and ended it all. Now I wouldn't be being bitten back like this.

Duan Wenxue was speechless. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said, "I want to see Song Shuyue."

The next day, Song Shuyue arrived at the police station to meet her as promised.

Duan Wenxue looked at the aloof and noble woman in front of her, sneered, covered her face, and felt pathetic.

In both her lives, she had never been able to defeat this woman.

She is clearly much younger than me.

She didn't know where she went wrong.

"Song Shuyue, you win. I could never beat you even if I competed for two lifetimes."

Song Shuyue frowned slightly, puzzled. "What are we competing in?"

Although she and Duan Wenxue had a disagreement in the past, there was no bet between them.

Duan Wenxue's pupils twitched as she stared into her eyes and asked, "You're not happy or proud that I'm not as good as you?"

Song Shuyue was puzzled by her nonsensical words, "Duan Wenxue, do you have delusions? You take your identity too seriously. In my eyes, you are no different from ordinary people. You were scheming against the Song family from behind the scenes, and you deserve this fate."

Duan Wenxue slumped in her chair like a kite with a broken string.

His face turned ashen, and he burst into maniacal laughter.

It turns out she's always been a clown, and she considers her her lifelong nemesis, with the goal of crushing her under her feet.

Now tell her that they don't even care about her.

He's just an ordinary person.

Song Shuyue: "Duan Wenxue, I agreed to come see you today, not to hear you say these things. I'm asking you, how did you get reborn?"

Duan Wenxue had nothing to hide.

"I wouldn't call it rebirth; I just regained my memories from my past life. When I was twelve, I met a fortune teller who gave me a talisman. After I took a nap, I remembered who I was."

Song Shuyue pressed on, "Where did you meet this person?"

Duan Wenxue: "It's on the bridge over Central Street."

After asking her questions, Song Shuyue got up to leave, but Duan Wenxue stopped her, "Song Shuyue, will you be with Xie Junchen?"

In her previous life, Song Shuyue brought the Song family to an unparalleled position and then disappeared.

They all say she's dead.

Song Shuyue stopped in her tracks, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "Why would you ask that?"

Duan Wenxue understood everything from her reaction; her shoulders trembled, and she continued to laugh.

I laugh at myself for being so delusional.

He always regarded Song Shuyue as a rival in love, but little did he know that she had no idea about Xie Junchen's feelings.

Haha, what a laughable life.

Duan Haisheng was going to be imprisoned for several years. He kept looking for An Qiqi, but An Qiqi disappeared without a trace, along with his son.

I deeply regret it; I should never have touched that thing.

As Song Shuyue walked out of the police station, she saw a familiar car parked on the side of the road; it was Xie Junchen.

What is he doing here?

She was being followed.

"Hi, Yueyue, we meet again. Can I give you a ride?"

Song Shuyue crossed her arms and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Xie Junchen, you've been following me."

Xie Junchen hurriedly shook his head, "No, Yueyue, I just happened to be passing by. I absolutely did not wait for you on purpose."

Song Shuyue sneered, "Xie Junchen, didn't anyone tell you that you're boring?"

What exactly is he trying to do?

“Mr. Xie, thank you very much. Without the clues you provided, we could not have solved this case so quickly.”

A policeman came out with a smile and said gratefully to Xie Junchen.

Song Shuyue: "......"

"I just did what every citizen should do, Officer Li, you're welcome, you're welcome."

Song Shuyue stepped to the right.

Xie Junchen watched her retreating figure and strode over to her.

Song Shuyue ignored him, and Xie Junchen followed beside her. "Yueyue, you wronged me just now. I didn't follow you. You saw it yourself. I came to the police station to provide clues."

"Oh, I see," Song Shuyue replied calmly.

After walking a short distance, Song Shuyue took out her car keys. She had driven here; thankfully, she had.

Otherwise, if he really gives me a ride, I'll have to pay for it myself.

Song Shuyue opened the car door and had just sat down when Xie Junchen quickly got into the passenger seat.

Song Shuyue's tone was icy. "Get out."

Xie Junchen looked fearless. "Yueyue, how could you say such a thing to me? You wronged me and even accused me of stalking you. As your friend, we have a deep friendship. You've hurt me so much. Have you forgotten? You still owe me two favors. I wronged you, and you didn't even apologize. You just coldly told me to get lost. Yueyue, is our friendship going to capsize so easily?"

Song Shuyue: "..." Headache. I should never have gotten involved with this guy.

Now I've discovered that he's not just a silver-tongued smooth talker; he can even turn black into white.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that welled up inside her.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Xie Junchen blurted out, "I don't accept your apology unless you treat me to dinner, and I want the most expensive one."

Song Shuyue: "..." There really are people who take things too far so thoroughly.

Xie Junchen saw that she looked unwilling and resentful.

He draped his arms lazily over his shoulders, glanced at her with his deep eyes, and then looked ahead.

He continued, seemingly oblivious to her thoughts: "Yueyue, I believe that a person should be courageous and responsible. If you know you're wrong, you should take the initiative to admit it and set an example by making up for your mistakes. That's what a good modern youth should do. You're not even willing to treat me to a meal, so how can you show any sincerity in apologizing?"

Song Shuyue closed her eyes in despair. If murder were not illegal, she would want to break his neck right now.

Let him die with regret in the Northwest.

Screw your food in the Western Paradise.

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner."

Song Shuyue's face showed no emotion, her eyes were devoid of warmth, and only her tightly gripped steering wheel hinted at the anger in her heart.

When she wasn't looking, a barely perceptible gleam of joy flashed across Xie Junchen's eyes.

Jingge.

Xie Junchen was surprised that Song Shuyue was so generous in inviting him to the Jingge Pavilion. Judging from her expression just now, she probably wanted to tear him to pieces.

I never expected that she would actually treat me to a meal.

Song Shuyue understood the meaning in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "I'm not as petty as you."

After saying that, he strode inside.

Xie Junchen felt a little embarrassed, touched his nose, and strode after him.

"Whatever."

Song Shuyue sipped her tea and said something to the man opposite her.

Xie Junchen picked up the menu, smiled—a handsome smile with deep, captivating eyes—and asked her sincerely.

"Yueyue, can I really order whatever I want?"

Song Shuyue asked, "Xie Junchen, your Xie family shouldn't be so frugal as to not be able to afford a single meal, right?"

She was curious; this guy didn't seem like someone who was short of money.

His entire fortune is at least over seven figures.

How can someone be so stingy?

Xie Junchen met her gaze sincerely, his voice devoid of any hint of jest.

“Yueyue, I’m not short of money, but I need to save money for when I get married. You don’t know how much it costs to get married these days. I can’t let her look down on me. I can’t compare to my older brother’s status. I’m just a businessman, so of course I have to be frugal for my future wife.”

Song Shuyue: "..." Very well, she had no words to refute.

His reasons are very valid.

Xie Junchen noticed the speechlessness in Song Shuyue's eyes.

He retorted, "Yueyue, don't you believe me? Do you think I'm just playing a trick on you?"

Song Shuyue looked away. "No, you should order quickly."

"Oh."

Zhou Yangjun just saw Song Shuyue go in with a boy. He shouldn't be mistaken. They were waiting at the entrance of Jingge.

An hour later, Song Shuyue came out, with a man standing next to her.

Zhou Yangjun didn't recognize this person, but he looked somewhat familiar.

"Miss Song, what a coincidence."

"Zhou Yangjun." Song Shuyue nodded and greeted him.

Xie Junchen's sharp, wolf-like eyes were fixed on Zhou Yangjun in front of him.

She's alright looking, but compared to him, she's nowhere near as good-looking.

"Miss Song, who is this?" Zhou Yangjun couldn't quite place the person for a moment, wondering why he looked familiar.

"I'm Yueyue's good friend. Your name is Zhou Yangjun, right? I've heard so much about you."

Xie Junchen took the initiative to introduce himself.

I don’t know if it was Zhou Yangjun’s imagination, but Xie Junchen said that he was Miss Song’s good friend, and he emphasized those three words so much that it didn’t sound like he was saying good friend, but rather like he was asserting his ownership.

The three words "good friend" perfectly captured my feelings about him.

"I'm flattered. I wonder if this gentleman could excuse himself for a moment? Miss Song and I have a few more words to say."

Xie Junchen's eyes darkened. "Alright then, Yueyue, I'll wait for you in the car. Hurry up and come."

Zhou Yangjun watched as Xie Junchen got into Song Shuyue's car with great interest. What was the relationship between the two of them?

This person seems to know Miss Song very well.

What do you want to say to me?

Zhou Yangjun: "Miss Song, Zhou Zhimei is out. She has no relation to our Zhou family anymore. Her master, out of consideration for our past relationship, allowed her to continue working at the martial arts school. I wanted to tell you about this. It's always good to be cautious."

Song Shuyue nodded. "I understand. Thank you."

After saying this, Song Shuyue was about to leave. Zhou Yangjun hesitated, but ultimately didn't ask the question.

Xie Junchen wished he could press his eyes against the car window, observing their every move intently.

Seeing Song Shuyue return, he quickly straightened up and sat properly.

"Yueyue, did you know him before?"

Xie Junchen asked casually.

Song Shuyue hummed in agreement, and Xie Junchen felt a vague sense of crisis.

Have you known each other for a long time?

"Two years."

Upon hearing this, Xie Junchen was alarmed. They had known each other for two years. On the surface, Xie Junchen remained calm.

In reality, the little devil inside him was frantically biting his clothes and rolling around incessantly.

Why didn't he return to China sooner?

He should have returned to China to find people when the dream occurred to him.

Maybe they're all dating now.

I deeply regret it.

Undeterred, he asked again, "Then you two must have experienced many unforgettable things together."

Song Shuyue recalled that Song Yanzhou and Zhou Yangjun were mortal enemies at the beginning.

Song Yanzhou threatened their interests, and Zhou Yangjun had always wanted to kill him, but she saved him, and the Zhou family was defeated by Song Yanzhou.

After receiving substantial compensation, the relationship began to improve.