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

Qi Weiwei looked at Wang Dong's bloodshot eyes.

She knew how much pain he was in—the same excruciating pain she felt when she first learned of the betrayal.

This upright soldier was not only betrayed by his wife and cousin, but was also kept in the dark for so many years!

Fate was too cruel to him.

"Company Commander Wang," she said softly, "you must take care of yourself. This matter... might not go so smoothly. Tang Qu won't stand idly by."

"I know." Wang Dong clenched his fist. "But I'm going all in. At worst, I'll give up this uniform, but I'll make them pay."

Ling Heping patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be impulsive. Contact me immediately if anything happens."

Wang Dong nodded, glanced at Qi Weiwei again, and turned back to the police station.

Qi Weiwei and Ling Heping got into the car.

The car started and drove away from the chaos.

The car was quiet.

Qi Weiwei leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

So much happened today.

The yard was smashed, Sun Xidi was beaten, Tang Aijun and Tang Tiantian were arrested, and Sun Xidi came to report the crime again...

But all of this is just the beginning.

Tangqu will not let this go easily.

He will definitely try to get his son out of trouble, and he will definitely take revenge.

And the charges against my father haven't been cleared yet.

The two daughters are still at the home of Ling Heping's comrade-in-arms; they can't keep hiding forever.

A thousand and one thoughts weighed heavily on my mind.

But she didn't panic.

Having experienced life and death and seen through the hearts of men, what else does she have to fear?

"Weiwei," Ling Heping said gently, "what are your plans for the future?"

Qi Weiwei opened her eyes and looked at the street scene rushing past outside the car window.

The winter in Beijing is gray and oppressive, but it also harbors new vitality.

"Wait," she said. "Wait for Tang Qu to make his move, wait for the police station's result, wait for a... chance to put an end to this completely."

She turned to look at Ling Heping, her eyes resolute: "Brother Heping, thank you. But there may be tough battles ahead. However... Tang Qu has connections everywhere, and you've helped me too much; it might implicate you."

Ling Heping laughed, a laugh brimming with the pride of a soldier: "What's there to be afraid of? If I, Ling Heping, were afraid of being implicated, I wouldn't be wearing this uniform. Besides, no matter how powerful Tang Qu is, can he really control everything?"

He paused, then said earnestly, "Weiwei, remember, you are not alone. You have the Qi family behind you, I have you, and everyone who can't stand the Tang family's evil deeds. Evil cannot prevail over good; that's the truth."

Qi Weiwei felt a lump in her throat and quickly turned her head to look out the window.

Yes, she is not alone.

In her past life, she was blind, pushing away her family and those who were genuinely good to her, and plunging headlong into the Tang family's fiery pit.

In this life, she will not make the same mistake again.

She wants to protect her family and all those who are worth cherishing.

As for the Tang family...

She clenched her fists, the wound under the gauze throbbing slightly.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

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At the police station, Sun Xidi "woke up".

She sat on the bench, her eyes glazed over, muttering, "It's all...it's all over..."

Tang Aijun and Tang Tiantian, who were in the corner, were locked in separate detention cells.

Tang Aijun clung to the iron bars and shouted outside, "I want to see my father! I want to see Director Tang Qu of the District Committee! If you dare to lock me up, my father will never forgive you! Anyone who can pass a message to my father will be richly rewarded!"

No one cares about him.

Only his hoarse cries echoed in the corridor, growing weaker and weaker, more and more desperate.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened.

That night, many families in Beijing were discussing the "big event" that had happened that day at their dinner tables.

Tang Aijun, a propaganda officer at the steel rolling mill, was caught having an affair with his cousin Tang Tiantian by his military husband.

The daughter-in-law caused a scene at the Tang family home and even went to the police station to demand a divorce.

When Tang Qu's mother and granddaughter Xi Di went to report the case, they were outmaneuvered instead.

One by one, these incidents, like birds with wings, have spread throughout the streets and alleys.

At this moment, in Building 3 of the Dongcheng District Committee Family Compound, on the third floor, east-facing unit.

Tang Qu sat in his study, the cigarette in his hand had burned out and burned his fingers, before he suddenly came to his senses.

The phone on the table rang.

He answered the call.

The voice on the other end was that of the police station chief, speaking cautiously and with a hint of difficulty: "Director Tang, look at this matter... your son and your niece were indeed caught red-handed, and Comrade Wang Dong is an active-duty soldier, this matter... is not easy to handle."

Tang Qu remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, the director thought the call had been disconnected and cautiously asked, "Director Tang? Are you still there?"

"Yes," Tang Qu said, his voice hoarse. "I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle.

The city he had managed for many years now seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

He suddenly remembered what Qi Weiwei had said at his house earlier that day:

"From this day forward, I sever all ties with the Tang family."

At the time, he just found it laughable, thinking that what kind of trouble could a little girl like her cause?

But now...

He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

Qi Weiwei.

This daughter-in-law, whom he had never taken seriously, had unexpectedly become his biggest problem.

good very good.

He wanted to see who would have the last laugh.

Turning around, Tang Qu picked up his coat from the hanger and strode out of the study.

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It was 11 p.m. in the military officers' barracks on the outskirts of Beijing.

This camp is located at the foot of Xishan Mountain, far from the city center, surrounded by high walls, and guarded by sentries 24 hours a day.

The camp is divided into several areas. At the innermost part are several three-story buildings with red brick walls. They are old-fashioned but quiet and peaceful. They are inhabited by officers at the regimental level and above and their families.

A black Shanghai-brand sedan silently drove into the camp gate.

After the sentry checked the documents, the car was allowed to pass. It drove along the cement road, the wheels making a slight crunching sound as they rolled over the thin ice on the surface.

The road was lined with bare sycamore trees, their branches swaying in the cold wind and casting distorted shadows.

The car was parked in front of the innermost small building.

Most of the windows in the building were dark, with only a few lights still on.

The camp was eerily quiet on a winter night, with only the occasional changing of the guard command and the sound of the wind in the distance.

Tang Qu got out of the car and wrapped his military overcoat, which had no epaulets, tighter around himself. Although he wasn't in the military, he, like his son, liked to wear military-style overcoats and felt it made him look imposing.

He looked up at the leftmost window on the third floor, which still had its light on, his eyes dark and gloomy.

There were no lights in the stairwell, so he groped his way upstairs in the dark.

The old-fashioned cement staircase had cold handrails and peeling paint in some places.

When he reached the third floor, he stopped in front of the door on the left, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

Three long and two short.

This is the agreed-upon code.

There was a rustling sound coming from inside, and after a while, the door opened a crack.

A face was revealed—around fifty years old, with a gloomy complexion, and most noticeably a red nose, clearly a mark left by years of drinking.