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

Tang Tiantian often brought them delicious food and played with them, almost spoiling them.

Qi Weiwei felt indebted to Tang Tiantian because of this.

In short, regardless of past or present lives, the two children are much closer to Tang Tiantian than to her as their "mother."

"Yes," Qi Weiwei smirked, "Your aunt is your biological mother. Tang Aijun is your biological father. This is incest between the siblings. They should be dragged into the street and have rotten eggs thrown at them, and they should be shot."

As she watched the two boys' faces turn pale, she continued in a calm tone, "From now on, you will have neither father nor mother. No one will want you; you will be wild children, and no one will even give you food when you beg."

"Wow--!"

Tang Yaozu was the first to cry, his voice shrill.

Tang Yaozong's eyes also reddened, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry. He just glared at Qi Weiwei and said, "You're lying! I'll have Grandpa beat you to death!"

Qi Weiwei kicked him over.

She stood up, ignoring the two crying children, and turned to walk towards the main room.

Time is running out; she needs to hurry.

First, push open the door to the east wing where Sun Xidi lives.

The room smelled of old people mixed with the smell of medicine.

The bed was covered with a thick mattress, which was newly made for Qi Weiwei's wedding, but now Sun Xidi had taken it.

On the shelf sat a tin biscuit box containing the old lady's "treasures"—a few peach shortbreads she couldn't bear to eat, a few cents, and a few food coupons.

Qi Weiwei picked up the cookie box, opened it, poured the contents onto the ground, and crushed the peach shortbread with her feet.

Then he overturned the closet, pulled out all the clothes and bedding, and threw them on the ground.

When Grandma smelled Su Mei's suitcase, Qi Weiwei did not react violently.

She simply took things out of the box, smashing what could be broken, cutting what could be cut, and flattening what could be flattened.

She walked to the window, which she had paid someone to install last year because Sun Xidi said the old window was drafty.

She picked up the stool from the ground, swung it around, and with a crash, the glass shattered all over the floor.

Next is the west wing where Tang Tiantian lives.

As I pushed open the door, the familiar scent of face cream wafted towards me.

The room was very tidy. A pink sheet was laid on the bed, and on the bedside table were a small round mirror, a comb, a bottle of face cream, and a small photo frame containing a solo photo of Tang Tiantian, smiling brightly.

Qi Weiwei walked over, picked up the photo frame, and smashed it on the ground.

The glass shattered, and the photo fell out.

She picked it up, tore it in half, then tore it again, until it was shredded.

She opened the wardrobe, which was full of clothes, including three more winter outfits than when she last looked through it.

She tore off the pieces one by one, and with the scissors she found in Sun Xidi's house, she cut them all to shreds with a "ripping" sound.

The face cream bottle was smashed.

The comb, broken in half.

She cut the quilt in half and tore the cotton inside all over the floor.

As usual, the window glass was smashed.

Finally, there was the main house where she and Tang Aijun used to live.

The moment Qi Weiwei pushed open the door, her breath caught in her throat.

The furnishings in the room remained almost unchanged.

The double bed has a red "囍" character pasted on the headboard, which has faded but hasn't been removed yet.

On the chest of drawers sat an enamel tray with a glass inside.

A wedding photo hangs on the wall—she's wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, and Tang Aijun is in a military uniform.

—Although he is not a soldier, he likes to wear clothes that resemble military uniforms.

The two leaned against each other; she smiled shyly, while Tang Aijun smiled perfunctorily.

In her past life, she treasured this photo and wiped it every day.

Now, all she feels is the glare.

She walked over, stood on tiptoe, and took the picture frame down.

In the photo, my eyes are clear and full of longing for the future.

How foolish.

She used all her strength, and with a "crack," the wooden frame of the picture frame broke, and the glass shattered on the ground.

The photo fluttered down, she picked it up, tore it to pieces without even looking at it.

Open the wardrobe.

Tang Aijun also got a new cotton-padded jacket.

She tore off one by one the military-style cotton-padded jackets, Zhongshan suits, and work pants, cutting and shredding them.

Inside the chest of drawers were some odds and ends: a sewing kit, buttons, a few Little Red Books, a stack of letter paper... and a small tin box containing grain coupons, cloth coupons, and some loose change—Tang Aijun's salary and benefits for the month.

It seems that Tang Aijun may have discovered the money was missing.

She took out the tin box, put all the grain coupons, cloth coupons, and change into her pocket—it was what she deserved.

They could still smash things, so they smashed everything.

The glass window was smashed with a stool.

Tables and chairs were overturned.

The thermos flask was smashed on the ground and shattered with a "bang," spilling hot water all over the floor.

The entire courtyard was in a mess.

When Qi Weiwei stopped and stood in the center of the room, panting heavily, there was nothing left intact.

The ground was littered with fragments, scraps of cloth, and pieces of paper, mixed with the scent of face cream, the steam from hot water, and an indescribable smell of dust.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to get the courtyard back anytime soon.

Although she has the property certificate, the Tang family will not let go of it easily.

Tang Qu is the director of the harvest committee, and he has plenty of ways to stall her.

However, she couldn't let them continue living comfortably.

Today's events are interest.

She walked out of the main house and back into the courtyard.

Sun Xidi was still lying on the ground, her face pale and trembling, whether from the cold or from fright, it was hard to tell.

The two boys huddled against the wall. Tang Yaozu had wet his pants, leaving a wet puddle on the ground. Tang Yaozong hugged his younger brother tightly, and both of them were crying with snot and tears all over their faces.

Qi Weiwei glanced at them, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

She walked to the gate, unlatched it, and opened the door.

The alley was deserted, and no one noticed the commotion.

She turned around, took one last look at the place that had once been called "home," and then walked out without looking back.

The door closed behind her.

She isolated herself from the mess in the courtyard, and also from her ridiculous first half of life.

Almost at the same time that Qi Weiwei left the courtyard, another good show was unfolding in the deepest courtyard in the back alley of the West City Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Wang Dong didn't wait "in a couple of days" at all.

After receiving confirmation from Qi Weiwei, he took action that very noon.

At 12:40, the back alley of the supply and marketing cooperative was quiet.

This alley is very remote, with abandoned warehouses and storage rooms on both sides, and few people usually come here.

The innermost courtyard was secluded, its door closed, but faint sounds of taunting laughter could be heard coming from inside.

Wang Dong, along with two trusted brothers who had risked their lives for him, and the three of them dressed in civilian clothes, quietly crept up to the courtyard wall.

The courtyard wall wasn't high, so Wang Dong stepped on his companion's shoulders and peered inside.

The curtains in the main room weren't fully drawn, leaving a gap.

Through the crack, one could clearly see two white, mottled bodies entangled together on the kang (heated brick bed) inside the room, a sight too gruesome to behold.

Wang Dong's eyes instantly turned red.

He flipped over and jumped into the yard, landing very lightly.