Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Rong Jianguo: "We're all doing this for your own good, don't be ungrateful."

So bringing her back was really just to get her to remarry.

Rong Zheng was filled with sorrow. It was all wishful thinking on her part. They were still the same as before, only concerned with their own interests and showing no regard for their daughter.

The words she overheard before entering the room, and the bowl of sweet mung bean soup on the table, were probably all meant to coax her into remarrying.

All the warmth in her heart vanished at that moment, leaving only a chill that made her feel completely cold.

She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. "What if I insist on not remarrying?"

Zhao Yuxiang had long lost her patience and angrily said, "If we remarry, then we're still a family. If not, then give us five million to repay the kindness of raising us for the past twenty years, and from now on we'll sever all ties."

Whether it's preventing her from getting a divorce or forcing her to remarry, their goal has always been the same: money.

Previously, she was a tool for them to climb into wealthy families; once that function was gone, she became a commodity to be sold.

If they have money, she is their daughter; if they don't, she is just a rag that can be thrown away at will.

Rong Zheng suppressed the rising moisture in her throat and looked at Zhao Yuxiang with eyes full of disappointment. "I used all the money from the divorce to rebuild the orphanage. I don't have a single penny left, so I can't give you the money you want."

Zhao Yuxiang didn't believe Rong Zheng would spend so much money on orphans who had nothing to do with her. "Don't try to fob me off with that excuse. I raised you for twenty years, and now that you're successful, you think you can just dump us? No way!"

Upon hearing that there was no money, Rong Jianguo lost his temper. "If you don't give us the money, I'll go to your workplace and find your boss. I'll let your boss and colleagues see what an ungrateful person you are!"

Zhao Yuxiang chimed in, "That's right. Don't think that just because you're in Beijing now, we can't find you. The First Hospital, that's where you work, isn't it?"

Rong Zheng was filled with disbelief. They could actually do this for money. Only at this moment did she truly see through the family affection she cherished and loved, and she completely lost faith in her parents.

She stood up somewhat numbly, saying, "Whatever." Then she turned and walked towards the door.

Zhao Yuxiang was furious. Pointing at Rong Zheng's retreating figure, she cursed, "I raised you with so much hardship, and you can't even spare this little bit of money for us? How could I have raised such an ungrateful and cold-blooded wretch!"

Rong Jianguo's eyes were filled with rage. "Since you've started this, don't blame us for going after you. I'll make sure everyone knows what kind of heartless bastard you are!"

As Rong Zheng stepped out the door, the scorching sun shone on her, and the heat waves in the air rolled around, but nothing could warm the bone-chilling cold in her heart. Suddenly, something slid across her face.

She raised her hand and touched it; it was a tear. The sunlight must have been too bright.

She wiped away all her tears decisively, strode away from the home she had lived in for twenty years, and could still hear Zhao Yuxiang's angry curses behind her, but she didn't care anymore. From now on, this place had nothing to do with her anymore.

Rong Zheng walked along the country road for quite a while and was already covered in sweat. She glanced at the ride-hailing app on her phone, but still no one accepted her order. In this heat, probably no one would want to drive to the countryside. It seemed she would have no choice but to go to the bus stop and take the bus.

She walked towards the bus stop, and as she walked, she felt like someone was watching her from behind.

She glanced back and saw two men not far behind her, both wearing short-sleeved T-shirts and beach shorts. One had a tattoo on his left arm, and the other had a tattoo on his neck. They didn't seem like good people.

Rong Zheng turned around and continued walking forward, feeling inexplicably uneasy. Just as she suddenly turned around, the two men seemed to avoid her gaze, so they were the ones watching her?

Why are they staring at her?

She calmly surveyed her surroundings. In the sweltering summer heat, with the sun blazing down, there wasn't a soul in sight.

The footsteps behind them seemed to be getting closer.

She gripped her phone tighter. What should she do?

run?

But how could a woman outrun two men?

Sitting idly by and waiting for death is not in her nature.

Should I call the police?

What if these two men meant her no harm, and she was just overthinking things?

Moreover, even if the two men had malicious intentions, they were so close to her that by the time the police arrived, it would be too late.

What should I do?

Stay calm, you must stay calm at this time.

Rong Zheng quickened her pace toward the platform, where there should be people waiting for the train. Once she reached the platform, she would be less afraid. At the same time, she was thinking about who to call for help.

The first person that popped into her mind at that moment was Song Shiyan.

He helped her out several times when she encountered difficulties. Moreover, he was extremely powerful and acted calmly and steadily, as if he could easily solve any problem.

However, since he was located in Beijing, thousands of miles away, no matter how capable he was, he couldn't help him in his immediate situation.

Lu Peichuan?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Rong Zheng extinguished it. He was already clinging to her; if she contacted him now, she would likely find it even harder to get rid of him later.

After a brief moment of thought, Rong Zheng dialed Luo Qinghe's number. As the phone rang, the footsteps behind her seemed to quicken. She was anxious; answer the phone quickly.

She glanced back, and this time the two men didn't look away at her. They gave her a wicked smile and then suddenly ran towards her.

Rong Zheng was so frightened that she ran away. When no one answered the phone, she suddenly remembered that Luo Qinghe had a court hearing that afternoon. She was probably not answering the phone because her phone was on silent during the hearing.

Is she doomed today?

She ran while shouting, "Help! Is anyone there? Help!"

The two men exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with ruthlessness, and quickened their pace, soon catching up with Rong Zheng.

The man with the arm tattoo grabbed Rong Zheng's shirt from behind and yanked it hard.

Rong Zheng leaned back, lost her balance, and fell to the ground, a dull pain shooting through her buttocks.

The next second, two men each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her up from the ground.

Rong Zheng asked them in confusion, "I don't know you, why are you arresting me?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"I have no grudge against you, you..." Rong Zheng hadn't finished speaking when she felt as if she had been hit hard on the back of her neck with a stick. At the same time, her vision went black, and she was momentarily dazed before falling into endless darkness.

On the other side, after Luo Qinghe finished her court hearing, she saw that Rong Zheng had called her. She immediately called back, but the phone rang for a while without being answered, and then she hung up.

She frowned slightly. Why did he hang up?

Are you busy?

Just then, the family members of the person involved came to find her, so she put away her phone. After talking with the family, she dialed Rong Zheng's number again. This time, a mechanical, smooth female voice came through the phone, "Sorry, the number you dialed is not being answered. Please try again later..."

Why is it off?

Perhaps it was due to her occupational hazard that made her overly sensitive, but Luo Qinghe felt a vague unease, as if something bad was about to happen. Worried, she hailed a taxi after leaving the courthouse. "Driver, to Peking Union Medical College Hospital."