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

Chapter 236 10,000 at a time

That night, Song Shuyue slept very restlessly, dreaming of the days she spent with Xie Junchen on the battlefield.

My impression of him is that he was always very cautious.

After waking up, Song Shuyue couldn't fall back asleep. On a whim, she searched for his information, but there was no introduction at all. It seemed that everything was encrypted. Was he the unreliable, idle, and irresponsible second young master of the Xie family?

It doesn't seem as simple as it appears.

There might be an ulterior motive in getting close to her.

Xie Junchen, the other half of Xie Jingfeng, was drinking alone until midnight. When Xie Jingfeng returned home after finishing his gathering with friends, it was already late at night, and he found his younger brother drinking alone.

Xiao Zhou told me that he sold his house in Xifeng Garden Residence, which explains why he has been living in the old house since returning to China.

"Pour me a glass."

Xie Junchen looked up and saw Xie Jingfeng. He silently poured the wine.

Xie Jingfeng looked at his younger brother, who was already slightly drunk, tapping his fingers on the table absently, his expression a mixture of helplessness and surprise.

Although he never inquired about what his younger brother did, he knew that his brother was not the incompetent person he appeared to be.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Xie Junchen's deep eyes were like a cold night, devoid of any warmth. "Brother, do you believe in reincarnation?"

Xie Jingfeng's lips twitched. This was not something his younger brother would say. He took a sip of his drink and asked considerately, "Have you been under too much pressure lately? Have you seen a doctor?"

Xie Junchen: "..." He picked up the wine bottle, stood up and strode away.

Xie Jingfeng reached out and quickly tried to stop him, "Hey, hey, don't go, don't go, it's my fault, please continue, please continue."

Xie Junchen glanced at him expressionlessly, "Go to sleep."

Xie Jingfeng: "..."

The next day, Song Shuyue arrived at a dilapidated rental house, rode her electric scooter, wearing a mask and helmet, and quietly watched the boy in a gray shirt walk out of the rental house before following him on her scooter.

Seeing him put on a baby costume and start handing out flyers, Song Shuyue couldn't help but find it a little funny. She watched him hand out flyers all morning, and then ordered takeout and ate under the shade of a tree.

Song Shuyue then walked over and handed him a bottle of water.

Just as Song Yuxi was about to say thank you and no need, she looked up and saw Song Shuyue. Song Yuxi was stunned and quickly turned her head away, trying to avoid her.

Song Shuyue sat down next to him. "Alright, stop covering up. I'm not blind. I saw you a long time ago."

Song Yuxi turned her head away awkwardly, continuing to shovel rice into her hands. "What are you doing here? If you're here to laugh at me, congratulations, you've seen it. You can leave now."

Not long ago, Song Yuxi was a high-ranking, well-off, and pampered young master of the Song family. But overnight, he was reduced to an ordinary person, living a life of going back and forth between home and work every day in order to make a living.

He then realized how regrettable it was that he had squandered so much money.

How ridiculous it was to be so proud and arrogant in the past.

Don't let him see his friends for who they really are, because no one will be willing to give him a meal, and he'll only be met with ridicule and contempt.

Only now do I truly realize how cold-hearted people can be.

"But I don't find anything funny about you. I think you're fine the way you are now. At least you're self-reliant and don't have to be idle all day, causing trouble everywhere, and acting recklessly just because you have money."

Song Yuxi withdrew his gaze. He truly understood that having money was not a crime; the one who was guilty was him. He had used his power to bully people everywhere, especially those of humble status who were struggling to make a living.

But one day he became one of those insignificant people. He was bullied, scorned, and looked down upon. He even began to hate those rich people who lacked manners.

"Yes, I think things are pretty good now."

Song Shuyue didn't say anything more. She sat with him for a while and then left. Her original intention was just to let him know how bad his past behavior was, but she didn't expect that he would actually experience a lot.

When Song Shuyue returned, she passed by the hospital and saw Fu Shuya fully disguised and wrapped up tightly. She looked around before entering the hospital.

Song Shuyue couldn't help but be curious, so she followed her inside and saw Fu Shuya sitting alone in a chair, waiting anxiously.

Song Shuyue seemed to understand something and walked over.

"Miss Fu."

Fu Shuya was startled when she saw Song Shuyue and looked around in a panic.

Song Shuyue said frankly, "Don't worry, it's just me, there's no one else here. I was a little curious when I saw you alone, so I followed you in. I'm sorry, are you feeling unwell?"

"Yueyue, I'm fine."

Seeing that her gaze was evasive, Song Shuyue knew that she didn't want to talk, so she didn't ask any more questions. Some things are better left to nature. Her excessive interference would only ruin the fate between them.

"It's good that you're alright. I'll be going now. If you have any trouble, Miss Fu, you can come to me."

"Yes, thank you, Yueyue."

Xie Junchen thought about it all night and finally figured it out. Instead of being sad and suffering alone, he should bravely express himself and take action.

He's never been around girls before, so he should learn how to pursue them.

So Xie Junchen arrived at his workplace early in the morning to humbly ask him some questions.

Seeing that he was being hesitant and hadn't gotten to the point, Xie Jingfeng slammed his hand on the table and said angrily, "Xie Junchen, if you have nothing else to do, go home right now. I'm busy and don't have time to waste here with you."

Xie Junchen placed his hands on the table and asked, "Brother, how did you and my sister-in-law get together?"

Xie Jingfeng: "..."

Xie Jingfeng silently took out a business card. "This is a business card of my friend, a renowned psychologist. Why don't you go see him this afternoon?"

Xie Junchen: "...Brother, I haven't changed. I just wanted to ask you something."

Xie Jingfeng: "Get out!"

Xie Junchen: "..."

Three days passed in a flash. Song Shuyue sat in a chair reading a book, while Huo Xiaoyu was once again being criticized by Master Jing for not being careful enough. In Master Jing's courtyard, there was a magnolia tree in full bloom, a beautiful sight to behold.

Hearing the sounds from the inner room, Song Shuyue smiled.

"Miss Song, there is a Mr. Xie outside who wants to see you."

Song Shuyue thought it was Xie Jingfeng, so she let him in.

I never expected it to be Xie Junchen.

Song Shuyue picked up the book she was about to put down and held it in front of her. "Mr. Xie, may I ask what brings you here? If you came to see your sister-in-law, she has already gone back."

Xie Junchen sat down opposite her. "Miss Song, I'm not feeling well. Could you please take a look at me?"

Song Shuyue: "..." Why didn't he choose to go to the hospital?

Song Shuyue closed the book and put it aside. Just as she was about to speak, Xie Junchen interrupted her, saying, "I heard from my sister-in-law that Miss Song is beautiful, kind-hearted, and has superb medical skills. I haven't been feeling well lately. As a doctor, Miss Song should be able to treat me, right?"

"Miss Song, don't worry, I'm willing to pay any amount."

Song Shuyue could tell whether he was sick or not just by looking at his face. She felt a little annoyed; this man was really incredibly boring.

“Mr. Xie, I think you should go to the hospital. After all, I’m just a barefoot doctor, so my fees are quite high and there are no set standards. It all depends on my mood.”

Song Shuyue thought that Xie Junchen's straightforward words would make him back down, but to her surprise, a smile appeared on Xie Junchen's handsome face, and he was full of sunshine and vitality.

His voice was cheerful, "Miss Song, it's alright."

Song Shuyue: "..."

Since you insist on making yourself suffer, don't blame me for being impolite.

Song Shuyue said with a cold face and a serious tone, "Thank you, Junchen, my medical treatment is very expensive, one million per session."