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

Calm down, Qi Weiwei, calm down.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

This letter is important evidence, but it cannot be used now.

She needs to plan carefully to ensure this letter serves its maximum purpose.

Tang Tiantian's husband is Wang Dong; their marriage is a military marriage.

If he knew his wife was having an affair with his cousin and they had two children...

Qi Weiwei quickly thought of how to make this matter escalate.

However, all of this is contingent on one thing—she first needs to find her two biological daughters!

She carefully folded the letter, put it back in the notebook, and returned it to the box.

Then close the lid and restore the room to its original state.

After leaving Tang Tiantian's room, she returned to her own bedroom with Tang Aijun.

The room was completely empty.

A double bed, a five-drawer chest with peeling paint, a desk, and two chairs.

Apart from that, there was almost no other furniture.

Qi Weiwei opened the wardrobe.

Inside, there were two sides. One side was Tang Aijun's clothes, which were hung neatly: Zhongshan suits, work clothes, woolen coats, sweaters, shirts... a total of more than twenty pieces.

On the other side were her clothes.

I counted them, and there were five items in total: two cotton-padded jackets—including the one I was wearing, one even older—a pair of corduroy pants, a polyester shirt, and a sweater.

There were also two sets of patched-up smocks.

They were all made before the wedding, and they've been washed until they're faded. The cuffs and collar have been patched several times.

She searched through the items and, just as she remembered, found that she indeed had no money and no tickets.

The drawer contained only a few odds and ends: needles and thread, buttons, a nearly empty tube of toothpaste, and half a bar of soap.

This is what her six years of married life have been like.

He gave the best to others, while he lived like a beggar.

Qi Weiwei walked to the desk.

On the table were Tang Aijun's books and documents, as well as his usual fountain pen—a gift from his older brother Qi Zhuangzhuang, a Hero brand with a gold nib, which cost him more than half a month's salary.

She opened the drawer.

Inside were Tang Aijun's notebook, work ID, and some letters.

She flipped through them; most were official letters, nothing special.

She searched the house again to make sure nothing was left behind before she began packing the things she was going to take back to her parents' home.

The most important things are money and tickets.

She separated the money she received from Sun Xidi and Tang Tiantian.

Tang Tiantian kept her dowry of 800 yuan close to her body, put 400 yuan of her money in the inner layer of her bundle, and put the loose change in her outer pocket.

Tickets and certificates were also packed separately; important ones were kept close to the body, while ordinary ones were placed in a bundle.

She also took off her Shanghai brand watch, wrapped it in a soft cloth, and kept it close to her body.

There was also Grandma's handkerchief bag, which was wrapped tightly in a smock and placed inside the bundle.

After tidying up and tying the knots, she had just sat down on the edge of the bed to rest for a moment when the frantic banging on the door and the children's shouts and curses came from outside the courtyard gate again:

"Open the door! You bitch! I'm freezing!"

"Grandma! Grandma! Come back quickly! That slut has locked the door and is cheating on you with another man!"

It is Tang Yaozong and Tang Yaozu who have returned.

Qi Weiwei frowned, got up and walked out of the house.

There are many unruly little boys in the alley, and many of them swear a lot.

However, most of these are unconscious imitations of adults.

But these two little beasts, they are not.

She didn't open the door, but instead walked to the jujube tree, found a clean stone to sit on, and waited quietly.

The shouting and cursing outside the door lasted for more than ten minutes, gradually turning into wailing.

It's cold in winter, and those two bastards weren't dressed warmly enough. They must have been freezing outside for so long, they couldn't stand it.

After a while, the knocking stopped and the footsteps faded away—they had probably gone to find Sun Xidi.

Qi Weiwei remained seated.

She can't leave now; she has to let Sun Xidi know that she's sick and that she's a burden before she can let go.

About ten minutes later, Sun Xidi's shrill curses could be heard from afar outside the courtyard gate:

"You vile woman! Open the door! How dare you lock my grandson out? You've gone too far!"

Then came a violent banging on the door, the door panel was pounded loudly.

Qi Weiwei then slowly got up, walked behind the door, and unlatched it.

The door had barely opened a crack when Sun Xidi rushed in, nearly bumping into her.

The old woman turned pale with anger and pointed at her nose, cursing:

"You shameless woman! How dare you lock my grandson out? In this freezing weather, can you afford to compensate him if he freezes?!"

Tang Yaozong and Tang Yaozu followed behind her, their noses running and their faces turning blue from the cold. They shrank back whenever they saw Qi Weiwei, clearly terrified of being beaten.

"Grandma, what are you saying?" Qi Weiwei said calmly, "It was Yaozong and Yaozu who ran out on their own. How could I stop them? Didn't you tell me to stay home and rest? I was dizzy and lying in bed. When I heard noises outside, I thought it was a stray cat scratching at the door."

"You—" Sun Xidi choked and couldn't catch her breath for a long time before she could catch her breath.

She looked around, but didn't find any other men, and then became arrogant again: "Weren't you going back to your parents' house? What are you doing here?!"

"I'm dizzy and have no energy. Grandma, the babies are cold, please take them inside to warm up." Qi Weiwei stepped aside to make way. "I'm not feeling well, I'll go back inside and lie down first."

After saying that, she really turned around and walked into the house.

Sun Xidi stomped her feet angrily behind her, yelling, "Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?! You said you were going back to your parents' home but you haven't! What about lunch?! You've been lying around like a corpse until now, and you haven't even cooked?! Did the Tang family marry you into the family of a patriarch?!"

Qi Weiwei didn't turn her head: "Grandma, I'm dizzy. You can cook for yourself, or wait for Tian Tian to come back and cook. I'm really dizzy, I need to lie down."

"Feeling dizzy means you don't have to cook?! Dream on! The day I was pregnant with Ai Jun's dad, I was still working in the fields! You're just being dramatic!"

Sun Xidi was cursing and swearing, but Qi Weiwei had already gone inside and closed the door.

Outside the door came the old woman's even more offensive curses, along with the crying of two children:

"Grandma, I'm hungry!"

"I'm hungry! I need food!"

Qi Weiwei leaned against the door, listening to the commotion outside, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

This is nothing.

Qi Weiwei lay on the bed for about twenty minutes, listening to the sound of a spatula clattering in the yard—Sun Xidi was making lunch in the kitchen.

She then got up, slung the small bundle containing the money over her shoulder, and pushed open the door to go out.

The sky was overcast and gray in late autumn. Most of the leaves on the old jujube tree in the yard had fallen, and the remaining leaves were withered, yellow, and curled, shivering in the cold wind.

Smoke billowed from the kitchen chimney, wafting the aroma of scallions being stir-fried in a wok.

Sun Xidi was bending over the stove, stirring the food, when she heard the noise. Turning around, she saw Qi Weiwei carrying a bundle and about to leave. She immediately threw the spatula into the pan and demanded in a shrill voice:

"It's time to eat, where are you going to go and act all sexy again?!"

Her voice was high-pitched and sharp, shattering the silence of the courtyard like a broken gong.

The two boys, who were playing with pebbles in the corner of the yard, looked up when they heard this. Tang Yaozong's eyes flashed with malice that was beyond his years, while Tang Yaozu grinned foolishly.

Qi Weiwei stopped and leaned against the doorframe, feigning weakness. "I need to go to the hospital. I'm really dizzy; it might not be something serious. Grandma, can you come with me?"

"Pah!"

Sun Xidi spat fiercely, her triangular eyes filled with malice.

"No woman in the world is as fortunate as you! You married into the Tang family, you don't have to go to work, you don't have to work in the fields, you just take care of the kids and cook, and you're still healthy! Why don't you just kill yourself?! You want me to go with you? Bah! Bah! Bah!"

She grew angrier and angrier as she spoke, hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke:

"I bet you're just being crazy for no reason. Let me tell you, if you don't eat this meal, you won't get any food for the next three days! Even if you kneel down and beg for forgiveness, I won't admit it!"