Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The tranquility in the corridor lasted only a few seconds.

Song Qiang suddenly let out a roar like a trapped beast and sprang up from the ground.

He grabbed Lin Xue'er's arm.

The force was so great it felt like it was going to crush her bones.

"Come in with me." Song Qiang's eyes were bloodshot as he dragged Lin Xue'er into the house.

"Brother Qiang, what are you doing? Let go of me, it hurts!" Lin Xue'er was scared.

The first time she saw Song Qiang, he seemed like a madman.

The housekeeper, Wang Sao, had just peeked out of the house when Song Qiang's angry shout startled her, and she shrank back inside.

"Get out."

He shoved Wang's wife out the door, followed by a loud bang.

The door slammed shut and clicked shut, locking itself from the inside.

"Song Qiang, what do you want to do? Zongzong is your child!" Lin Xue'er's terrified scream pierced through the door.

Zongzong pounded on the door frantically from outside.

"Dad. Dad, open the door!"

Outside.

Song Xianglan was also afraid that something might happen, so she stepped forward and knocked on the door twice.

"Song Qiang, wake up. Don't ruin your life for a few scoundrels. You have plenty of ways to get revenge on their family; it's not worth risking your life."

We won't do anything illegal.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Song Qiang's rough, desperate voice came through: "Third Aunt, I know what I'm doing."

In the master bedroom, Lin Xue'er was violently thrown to the ground.

Before she could even get up and escape, Song Qiang had already closed in, grabbed her by the neck, and pinned her against the wardrobe door.

"Cough cough... Brother Qiang..." Lin Xue'er's feet were almost off the ground, and her face was flushed red.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Song Qiang gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. "I made it very clear to the middleman that I wanted someone to have a child with, and I would pay a sum of money for each child. We would be even after that."

Lin Xue'er's mouth was open.

She tried desperately to pry his hands off, shaking her head repeatedly.

Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with fear in her eyes.

"You took the money back to get married, and then you came back saying you wanted me to support you and your future child. Fine, I accept it." Song Qiang roared, spitting on her face. "I even supported your good-for-nothing brother's family. You...you're trying to fool me with some bastard."

"I've never cared about money in my life."

"The world is either men or women, and I just want a son."

"A one-in-five chance. Why? Why did you lie to me?"

Lin Xue'er's eyes rolled back.

She patted Song Qiang's arm, but her strength waned.

His consciousness gradually faded, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

Song Qiang abruptly released his grip.

Lin Xueer slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

He stared at the woman on the ground for a while, then bent down, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the bathroom.

Turn on the shower.

The icy water jets sprayed directly onto Lin Xue'er's face.

Song Qiang's tears mingled with the sound of the showerhead as he sobbed softly, his voice filled with suppressed pain.

"Ah...help!" Lin Xue'er was awakened by the water.

They scrambled and crawled to hide in a corner.

Those outside the door, hearing the mournful cry, felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Yi Feng rushed up and pounded on the door.

"Dad, open the door. Don't do anything foolish, we can't live without you."

Yang Liu panicked and started banging on the door.

"Song Qiang, are you sick? You don't have a son, but you still have a daughter. Look at Song Yulu and her husband, they can't have a son or a daughter, you're much better off than them."

Song Xianglan's lips twitched, and she turned to glare at Yang Liu.

"Is your mouth borrowed? Yu Lu is also your cousin, why do you have to reopen old wounds?"

Yang Liu wiped her face. "I was just in a hurry."

The sound of water stopped in the bathroom.

"I won't do anything foolish," Song Qiang replied through the door, his voice as cold as ice.

He casually tossed aside the showerhead, pulled out the crumpled photos from his pocket, and flung them at Lin Xue'er's wet face.

"See for yourself."

Lin Xueer picked up the photo with trembling hands, her eyes fixed on it, her whole body shaking like a leaf.

How is that possible?

The younger sister has only come here twice, and each time she was sneaking around. How could she have been photographed so clearly?

"I've already had Lin Jie apprehended." Song Qiang looked down at her. "You'd better tell me the truth. What exactly happened?"

Lin Xueer initially tried to argue, but upon hearing that her brother was being controlled, she completely broke down.

She crawled over and clung tightly to Song Qiang's leg.

"Brother Qiang, I was wrong. My brother forced me to do this." Lin Xue'er cried her heart out. "He owes gambling debts and insists on using my money to pay them off."

When I was pregnant, he said he wanted to give me a son, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl.

Zongzong really is his son. I'll never do it again. I can still have children. I'll give you a real son, okay?

Song Qiang looked at the woman in front of him, who was crying her eyes out.

I found it utterly disgusting.

He had the affection of a wife who had shared hardships with Yang Liu, but he had absolutely no pity for Lin Xue'er.

Anyone who can establish themselves in Shenzhen by running a security company and a customs brokerage firm must be ruthless and cold-blooded.

He usually tries to be a good man.

That's because he thought he had an heir.

Now that the truth has been revealed, his heart is harder than stone.

Half an hour passed.

Outside in the corridor, Song Xianglan paced anxiously.

"No, it's been so long and there's been no movement. Yifeng, break down the door."

Yi Feng took two steps back, ran a running start, and rushed forward. The door opened with a "click".

Yi Feng lost her footing and crashed straight in, bumping right into Song Qiang.

The two fell to the floor in the entryway.

"What are you doing?" Song Qiang pushed Yi Feng aside, patted his pants, and stood up.

"Dad, we're afraid you'll kill someone," Yi Feng said irritably, rubbing her shoulders.

Lin Xueer walked out of the bedroom, leaning against the wall.

She was soaked to the bone, her hair was plastered to her scalp, and her dress was wrinkled and hanging on her body, making her look extremely disheveled.

Yang Liu stood outside the door, looking at Lin Xue'er's miserable state.

The anger that had just begun to ignite inexplicably died down.

She didn't go up and yell at them, nor did she lay a hand on them; she just watched quietly.

Not only Yang Liu, but even the neighbors who were watching the spectacle didn't utter a sound of mockery.

Women eventually understand the difficulties women face.

Born into a family that treats girls as cash cows, Lin Xueer's only asset is probably her physical appearance.

She had been brainwashed since childhood to sacrifice for her brother and family, and she had lost the courage to resist.

This is Lin Xueer's tragedy.

It is the fate of girls who are not treated kindly by their families.

A strange, bittersweet feeling permeated the air.

Lin Xue'er lowered her head and silently walked towards her room.

Start packing your luggage.

Zongzong seized the opportunity to slip inside and grabbed Song Qiang's leg. "Dad, I don't want to leave."

With a cold face, Song Qiang yanked him away.

"I'm not your father. You're Lin Jie's son."

"I don't want to be someone else's son. I want to be Dad's son. Dad, I'll take care of you in your old age."

Song Qiang crossed his arms and remained unmoved.

He would never raise an illegitimate child.

He understood the inherent flaws in men; even a son-in-law who married into the family would change his child's surname after his death.

Besides, this kind of adopted son is impossible to raise properly.

Yi Feng bent down and pried open Zong Zong's fingers. "Don't claim kinship with strangers. Your surname isn't Song, it's Lin. You're a descendant of the gambling-addicted Lin family."

"You're talking nonsense. You're a big bad guy, I'm Dad's son."

Yi Feng scoffed and ignored him.

Song Qiang turned to look at the nanny hiding in the corner. "Go and pack up his clothes, books, and toys. We'll take them directly back to the Lin family later."

Sister Wang nodded repeatedly.

Hurry up and get a bag to pack the things.

When Zongzong saw that Song Qiang was serious, she simply lay down in the middle of the living room, kicking her arms and legs wildly and crying loudly.

Song Qiang didn't even give him a second glance.

After a while, Lin Xue'er came out dragging a large woven bag.

Her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"Are you really this heartless?" Lin Xue'er gritted her teeth. "You don't even have a son, can't you keep Zongzong?"

Lin Xueer was afraid of disappointing her parents.

She was afraid her brother would scold her for being useless and unable to do even the smallest things properly.

She abandoned her biological daughter and made Zongzong Song Qiang's son, just to let her parents know who was the most sensible and obedient.

"I don't have time to raise someone else's son," Song Qiang sneered. "My men are waiting downstairs. I'm taking Xi Mei away today. If your family dares to have any wicked thoughts, Lin Jie will never see the light of day again."

Lin Xue'er gasped.

She knew Song Qiang was influential, but she didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

"Song Qiang, you're not human."

She dragged the bag to the door, gritting her teeth as she reminded Yang Liu, "Yang Liu, you're laughing at me today, but tomorrow it'll be your turn. This man is too cruel; be careful he doesn't chew you up to pieces one day."

"Don't think you'll win; you're just like me."

Yang Liu pursed her lips and didn't respond at all.

She has five daughters to rely on, and there's still the bond between her and her husband from their youth. No matter how ruthless Song Qiang is, he can't possibly harm her.

Besides, she's brainless and only knows how to throw a tantrum.

A person like Song Qiang who uses his brain wouldn't be too harsh on someone like her who doesn't.

Yi Feng's face turned cold.

He stepped forward and blocked Yang Liu's path.

"You've done shady things yourself, and now you're trying to sow discord?" Yi Feng pointed to the stairwell. "Based on what your Lin family has done, it's enough to send your whole family to jail. My dad hasn't called the police and sent you in; he's already being lenient. Get out of here."

"Yifeng, you are just as selfish and cruel as your father."

Lin Xueer carried the bag and walked out.

"Stop." Song Qiang suddenly spoke.

Lin Xue'er paused in her steps.

"Yifeng, check her luggage." Song Qiang raised his chin. "Besides clothes, she's not allowed to take any jewelry, cash, or bankbooks. Leave the gold necklace and rings behind."

Lin Xue'er stared at him in disbelief. "Song Qiang, you might as well just force me to my death."

"Either leave your things behind, or your whole family will end up in jail. I can even have your brother's limbs dislocated." Song Qiang's tone was calm, yet chilling.

Lin Xue'er gripped the handle of the woven bag tightly, but eventually let go.

She did it in front of everyone.

She took off her gold bracelet, gold ring, and gold necklace and threw them on the ground.

Yifeng searched through all the luggage.

He took out the more than 1,000 yuan in cash and a passbook with 2,000 yuan inside.

Lin Xueer carried a woven bag full of old clothes, and led her wailing Zongzong and youngest son down the stairs step by step.