The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

Special care ward in Beijing, 2026.

73-year-old Qi Weiwei is on her deathbed.

The husband leaned closer, and shadows fell over him.

With her last ounce of strength, Qi Weiwei pulled her chapped lips upwards.

Should we... say goodbye with a kiss?

However, those lips slid to her ear and she said coldly:

"You old hag, there are some things I have to tell you!"

Your whole life is a joke!

I, Tang Aijun, have never liked you in my entire life!

Because my heart can only hold Tian Tian!

Qi Weiwei stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Tang Aijun continued:

"I married you only because you're still somewhat useful in managing the family!"

Also, Tang Yaozu and Tang Yaozong, whom you raised like your own flesh and blood, are both my and Tiantian's children!

As for those two bastards you gave birth to, they're both just little girls!

As soon as she was born, I took her back to my sweet hometown in the countryside.

Qi Weiwei's withered hand grasped weakly in the air, her voice barely audible, yet carrying an astonishing persistence:

"No... Aijun...you're lying to me..."

You're testing me again, aren't you?

She even tried to force an understanding smile:

"Don't worry... I'm leaving... I won't bother you anymore..."

I will bless you... and Sweetie...

With the children…

Tang Aijun seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, and let out a cold snort: "Incredibly stupid."

He straightened up and burst into laughter without any restraint. The laughter echoed in the empty, cold ICU ward, jarring and manic.

Before the laughter had even subsided, the ward door was pushed open.

Qi Weiwei's two "sons," whom she had raised with all her heart and soul, flanked the well-maintained and impeccably dressed Tang Tiantian as they entered, like victors reviewing the battlefield.

A final glimmer of light suddenly burst forth in Qi Weiwei's cloudy eyes. She tremblingly reached out to her two "sons": "Yaozu... Yaozong... quick... your father..."

The eldest son, Tang Yaozu, slapped away her withered hand, his face full of disgust: "You old hag, what are you touching me for! Who are you calling? My mother is right here!"

He put his arm around Tang Tiantian's shoulder in a fawning manner.

The "youngest son," Tang Yaozong, was even more blunt, spitting at the hospital bed: "Pah! You've occupied my mother's place your whole life. Just die already and make room for our family reunion!"

Qi Weiwei's hand froze in mid-air. Her tear ducts had dried up and no more tears could flow, but she still blurted out, "You cousins... have committed adultery? I'm going to tell..."

Tang Aijun sneered: "Who can I tell? You've already killed off your entire Qi family of twelve! There's no one left in this world who can stand up for you! You might as well just die already! Be sensible!"

Tang Tiantian stepped forward gracefully and gently patted Qi Weiwei's sunken cheek with her hands, which had been meticulously manicured. Her tone was as gentle as ever: "Good sister-in-law, we will properly 'inherit' the wealth you've worked so hard to build up over your lifetime. Rest in peace."

Qi Weiwei stopped talking.

She stared blankly at the white ceiling, her soul seemingly detached from her body.

A moment later, with the last of her strength, she asked hoarsely, word by word, "Where...is...my...daughter?"

Her response was met with a fierce argument—

"Of that old hag's 80 million, I get 40%!"

"Bullshit! I'm the eldest brother, Mom and I will take half!"

"Shut up, all of you! How the money is divided is up to your father!"

Those she had loved and protected her whole life were now like a pack of hyenas, surrounding her still-warm body, greedily arguing and tearing at it.

She hates it so much.

An overwhelming hatred consumed her more fiercely than cancer cells.

She suddenly widened her eyes, staring intently at Tang Aijun's smug face, as if she wanted to drag his soul down to hell with him.

Ding--!

On the electrocardiogram monitor, the jumping curves were stretched into a cold, straight line.

Qi Weiwei's eyes remained wide open.

……

……

……

"Mom! Carry me! I can't walk anymore!"

"I want a carry too! I can't walk anymore!"

In what seemed like a moment of distraction, Qi Weiwei found herself standing on a bustling street.

There were two little boys in front of me.

The older ones were four or five years old, and the younger ones were two or three years old; they were all lying on the ground, acting spoiled.

My clothes were already covered in dirt.

Qi Weiwei leaned against the cold telephone pole, the rough texture of which felt so real to her fingertips.

She took a deep breath, and the distinctive smell of coal smoke from the early winter of the 1970s, mixed with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes from the street vendors, filled her nostrils, making her eyes red from the cold.

Was it a dream?

Isn't she already dead?

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if it were about to jump out of my throat.

She released her grip, leaving several faint fingerprints on the utility pole.

Looking down at myself—a navy blue cotton-padded jacket, black corduroy pants, and on my feet were the black leather shoes that my third sister had sent me last year, which were already a bit worn.

This was...the winter when she was twenty-six.

"Mom! Carry me! I can't walk anymore!"

Tang Yaozong's voice rang out again, carrying his usual arrogance.

Qi Weiwei slowly turned around, her gaze falling on the two little boys who were covered in dirt.

The older one, about four or five years old, was so fat that his cheeks sagged and his eyes were squeezed into slits—that was Tang Yaozong.

The younger one, two or three years old, was also round and was lying on the ground kicking his legs, imitating his older brother—that was Tang Yaozu.

In her past life, if she saw this scene, she would rush over immediately, worried that they would be cold or uncomfortable. She would squat down and pick them up one in each arm, regardless of the stares of passersby, even if she was so tired that she could not straighten her back.

But now, she only felt a churning in her stomach.

These two "sons" she raised with all her heart are the offspring of Tang Aijun and Tang Tiantian!

According to Tang Aijun's "confession" before her death, her two biological daughters were sent to remote and impoverished areas, and their fates are unknown.

Hatred, like molten lava, instantly spread from the heart to every part of the body.

Qi Weiwei walked over step by step, her little leather shoes making a crisp "click" sound on the frozen ground.

When the two boys saw her approaching, instead of being afraid, they lay down even more brazenly, shouting:

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling! I'm freezing!"

"I want candy! Otherwise, I won't get up!"

Passersby around them turned their heads to look.

An elderly woman carrying a shopping basket shook her head: "If they're spoiled like this, what will become of them in the future?"

The middle-aged man in blue overalls next to him snorted, "If you wanted mine, you'd have been beaten to a pulp with a belt long ago."

Qi Weiwei stopped in front of the two boys.

She looked down at their little faces, contorted with rage from their tantrums.

In her past life, she thought this appearance was extremely cute, but now, all she sees are Tang Tiantian's always affectionate eyes and Tang Aijun's extremely hypocritical face.

Without any warning, she lifted her foot.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The little leather shoes slammed into the two boys' butts, three kicks from each of them, fast and hard!