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

Tang Tiantian was imprisoned, Tang Aijun was released but his reputation was ruined, Tang Qu was investigated, and Zhou Lingbin was arrested.

The real contest has only just begun.

Qi Weiwei, whom Brother Ling asked him to look after, is still in danger.

Chen Xiangqin said that Tang Qu still has two copies of her parents' confessions.

Liang Bing rubbed her temples.

These events are interconnected, involving more and more people.

He only hoped that the final result would be fair to those who had been hurt.

On the same morning, Tang Aijun walked out of the police station.

He was released, but no one saw him off. They simply unlocked his handcuffs, said "You can go now," and left him standing at the entrance of the police station.

The winter sun was glaring, but it wasn't very warm.

The wind lashed my face like knives.

Tang Aijun stood at the entrance of the police station, squinting as he watched the people coming and going on the street.

They all looked at him strangely, pointing and whispering.

He knew that he, Tang Aijun, had become the biggest joke in Beijing.

A propaganda officer at a steel rolling mill had an affair with his cousin, fathered two children, and had his wife support them... This kind of thing would be a scandal in any era.

He lowered his head and walked quickly home.

All the way, he could feel those gazes, like needles pricking his back.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He finally reached the alley entrance and breathed a sigh of relief.

There aren't many people here, so it's quiet.

But as soon as he entered the alley, he saw several neighbors chatting together. When they saw him return, they immediately dispersed, but the disdain and mockery in their eyes were unmistakable.

Tang Aijun gritted his teeth, pretended not to see, and quickly walked to the gate of his own yard.

The courtyard gate was ajar.

He pushed open the door.

The yard was still a mess.

Broken glass, shards of porcelain, torn clothes, shredded paper... the floor was covered in debris, just like when Qi Weiwei left.

No one is cleaning it up.

The door to the main room was open, and the sound of a child crying could be heard from inside.

Tang Aijun went inside.

In the main room, Sun Xidi lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, motionless.

Her face was sallow, her lips were chapped, and her eyes were closed as if she were asleep, but her chest was rising and falling very faintly.

Two little boys squatted by the bed, both wearing dirty cotton-padded jackets, their faces streaked with black and white, and covered in snot and tears.

They are Tang Yaozong and Tang Yaozu.

When Tang Aijun came in, the two boys were stunned for a moment, then burst into tears and rushed over to hug his legs.

"Dad! Dad, you're back!"

"Dad! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!!!"

Tang Aijun looked down at the two children.

This is his son.

His son with Tang Tiantian.

He used to think the two children were cute, smart, and like him.

Looking at it now, I only feel disgust.

It's because of those two bastard children that he's ended up like this today!

He raised his foot, intending to kick them away, but seeing their pitiful crying faces, he held back.

"What's wrong with Grandma?" he asked, his voice cold.

Tang Yaozong sobbed, "Grandma...Grandma is sick...She can't get up...No one cooks for us...People outside...are throwing stones at us...We...are afraid to go out..."

Tang Aijun then remembered that Sun Xidi had gone to the police station to report a case yesterday and then fainted.

The police station said they would have someone from the neighborhood take care of it.

But judging from the current situation, nobody seems to care.

He walked to the bedside and reached out to feel Sun Xidi's forehead.

It was terribly hot.

The old lady has a high fever.

"Grandma..." he nudged her.

Sun Xidi didn't react, only letting out a muffled groan.

Tang Aijun's heart sank.

He turned around, rushed out of the yard, opened the gate, and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy running past the gate.

"Kid!" he shouted, "Go and call Director Wang from the neighborhood committee! Tell him Tang Aijun is looking for her!"

The little boy glanced at him, a hint of fear in his eyes, but nodded and ran away.

When Tang Aijun returned to the house, he saw the mess, the old woman lying on the bed, and the two crying children. He felt dizzy and almost collapsed.

He leaned against the wall to steady himself.

This family is finished.

It's completely over.

He sat in the chair, waiting for Director Wang.

I waited for over an hour, but the person still hadn't arrived.

He went out to check again, but the alley was deserted, without a single person in sight.

He smiled.

That little boy probably didn't even bother to call for help.

Or perhaps Director Wang simply doesn't want to come.

Tang Aijun's heart sank little by little.

He knew that from this day forward, he, Tang Aijun, was no longer the glamorous young master of the Tang family he once was.

He became a pariah, hated by everyone.

And all of this is because of Qi Weiwei.

His wife, whom he had never taken seriously, and that submissive fool, had actually driven him and the Tang family to this point.

Tang Aijun clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

Qi Weiwei.

You wait.

As long as I, Tang Aijun, have a breath left, I will not let you have an easy time.

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Tang Aijun staggered out of his house and ran towards the street office at the entrance of the alley.

The winter wind felt like knives on his face, but he didn't feel cold; he only felt panicked and his hands and feet were icy.

The street office is located across the street from the entrance of the alley. It is a row of single-story houses facing the street, with a wooden sign with white background and black characters hanging on the door: "Dongcheng District Hongqi Street Revolutionary Committee".

The red paper cutout of "Serve the People" pasted on the windowpane has faded a bit.

He pushed open the door, and a mixture of coal smoke and old paper wafted out.

The room was warm and cozy with a stove burning inside, but Tang Aijun shivered.

The clerk was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses, who was knitting a sweater. When she saw him come in, she raised her eyelids slightly but didn't say anything.

"Comrade Su, I'd like to use the phone."

Tang Aijun forced a smile, trying his best to make his voice sound normal.

The clerk put down the sweater and pointed to the peeling wooden table in the corner: "Use it, long-distance calls need to be registered."

"No long-distance calls, just local calls." Tang Aijun walked over and picked up the old-fashioned black rotary phone.

His hands were shaking.

The man surnamed Su used to be very attentive to him, so why is he so cold to him now?

She found out about his shameful deeds so quickly?!

The dial pad was heavy, and he struggled to dial that familiar number—the office of the director of the Dongcheng District Committee.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone is on.

Tang Aijun breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, his heart jumped again.

The person who answered the phone was an unfamiliar young man, speaking in a businesslike tone: "Hello, this is the Dongcheng District Committee."

"I'm looking for Director Tang, Tang Qu," Tang Aijun said.

There was a moment of silence on the other end: "Comrade Tang Qu is currently under investigation by the organization and has been suspended from all work. What's your name? Which unit are you from? We need to register!"