She described the horrifying days she endured in her foster father's home, which made him deeply distressed. If her foster parents weren't already dead, he would have made them pay. The thought that a fake had lived as the young lady of the Qiao family for twenty years while his true blood sister suffered in a mountain village made him wish he could turn back time and set everything right. He couldn't reverse time, but he could make up for the twenty years of neglect. Yet, Yunyun couldn't tolerate her. As an adopted daughter of the Qiao family, what right did she have to reject the true daughter of the Qiao family? He wanted to teach her a lesson. But who knew she would leave so resolutely? Ever since she left the Qiao family, their fortunes had declined. Now, because of thirty thousand, he had to be harsh with his sister. It was just thirty thousand—why lose his temper? Qiao Pengjian felt he must be under too much pressure lately, with everything going wrong. He rubbed his temples, and his phone suddenly rang. "Third brother, are you scolding Shiyue over a mere thirty thousand? Do you know how much she's suffered outside? How can you be so cold-blooded?" Qiao Penghua scolded him harshly over the phone. Qiao Pengjian froze, and the faint guilt he'd just felt vanished instantly. Qiao Shiyue had gone to tattle to their second brother. He sneered, "A mere thirty thousand? Will you pay it back for her?" Qiao Penghua said, "Third brother, you're being unreasonable. It's just thirty thousand—do you have to haggle with your own sister?" "You're so generous, then pay it for her. I need the money urgently—transfer it to my account." "Is money all you care about now?" Qiao Penghua fumed. "Just send the money." Qiao Penghua hung up in a rage and grabbed his phone to transfer the money to his third brother. But the phone showed insufficient balance. How could it be insufficient? Qiao Penghua didn't believe it and immediately checked his bank card. He found only three yuan left on the card. His eyes widened in shock. How was this possible? This card had over six million yuan—how could it be down to three? He rushed to the bank to reconcile the account. Within a month, all six million had been spent. Three million had been transferred in one lump sum to someone named "Jia Xiangyang." He quickly found Jia Xiangyang and learned he was a private investigator. What did Qiao Shiyue need a private investigator for? Qiao Penghua was baffled. Jia Xiangyang naturally wouldn't enlighten him or reveal any client information. "I serve my clients and charge fees accordingly. As for your family's internal issues, sort them out yourselves," Jia Xiangyang said, washing his hands of it. How Qiao Shiyue could access Qiao Penghua's money wasn't his concern—he just needed to get paid. Furious, Qiao Penghua called to confront Qiao Shiyue. She said nothing, just cried incessantly, irritating him to no end. As soon as he hung up, Qiao Pengyu called, telling him to come home early that evening. Thinking something major had happened, he returned to the Qiao villa only to find that their eldest brother had summoned both him and their third brother back early. They were called back just to be lectured. Qiao Pengyu, playing the role of the eldest brother, scolded them both like children. Qiao Pengjian glanced at Qiao Penghua and asked, "Second brother, where's the money you were supposed to transfer?" Qiao Penghua's face darkened, and he said nothing. Lately, his assets had shrunk drastically, with several investments all losing money. One project had even turned out to be a scam, swindling him out of over twenty million. It was too embarrassing to talk about.