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

Chapter 088 Batter

Qi Weiwei felt a chill run down her spine—

Although Tang Qu is under investigation, he has been operating in Dongcheng for many years and his network of connections is still intact.

Perhaps he influenced the military's decision through some channel, making them request a guarantee, which he then secretly destroyed.

This means Tang Tiantian's case is now closed, and she will have to spend eleven years in prison.

Tang Aijun, on the other hand, was completely out of danger.

Qi Weiwei felt that the latter was more likely.

A man like Tang Qu would do anything for his only son.

Sacrificing a niece to save his son is perfectly normal for him.

It seems that although Tang Qu has been investigated, his influence still extends to the decision-making of high-ranking military personnel in the suburbs of Beijing.

Qi Weiwei sneered inwardly.

good very good.

She'll just play with them.

"Company Commander Wang," she said calmly, "I did bring the guarantee. Since they want it, please wait a moment while I go back to the room to get it."

Wang Dong nodded: "Okay."

Qi Weiwei left the east wing, crossed the courtyard, and returned to the room she was staying in.

This is a guest room in Liang Bing's house. It's not big, but it's clean and tidy.

A double bed, a five-drawer chest, and a chair.

She sleeps here with her two daughters.

She opened the drawer of the chest of drawers and took out a letter from the very back.

The envelope was made of ordinary kraft paper, and it had already turned a bit yellow.

She pulled out the letter inside—it was the guarantee.

Tang Aijun's handwriting is messy and perfunctory, but it is indeed his handwriting.

Every single word was disgusting.

Qi Weiwei's eyes were icy cold.

She carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

Then, she pulled open a hidden compartment in the drawer—a small space she had made herself, partitioned off with cardboard.

From the hidden compartment, she took out another letter.

The envelopes were the same, the paper was the same, and the handwriting was almost identical.

This is a copy she made carefully, comparing it with the original.

In her past life, Tang Aijun often asked her to help copy materials. In order to please him, she practiced his handwriting diligently for a whole year until it was indistinguishable from his.

At the time, she thought it was proof of love; now, looking back, it's ironic.

She copied the guarantee so well that it was almost indistinguishable from Tang Aijun's handwriting.

But on a few characters that she wasn't quite sure how to write, she deliberately rubbed the ink for a while longer, letting it spread and making the characters blurry.

He folded it several more times, making the paper wrinkled and crumpled, so it looked like it was frequently taken out to look at.

She was eager to see who would end up with the guarantee and what the outcome would be.

Regardless of the outcome, one of Tang Aijun and Tang Tiantian will inevitably suffer the consequences.

She was delighted.

Qi Weiwei took the copied guarantee back to the east wing and handed it to Wang Dong.

"Company Commander Wang, this is it," she said. "Take it."

Wang Dong took it, opened it, and confirmed it was a guarantee. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Comrade Qi, thank you."

Qi Weiwei nodded: "Of course, you should take care of yourself."

Wang Dong carefully put away the guarantee, noticing nothing amiss.

He looked at her, hesitated, and finally said, "Comrade Qi, you must be careful in everything you do. The Tang family... is not a good family."

"I know." Qi Weiwei smiled. "Company Commander Wang, take good care of yourself."

Wang Dong nodded and turned to leave.

Qi Weiwei stood in the east wing, watching his figure disappear into the night, silently making plans in her mind.

The guarantee has been submitted.

Now, we just have to wait and see what happens.

Did Tangqu's people destroy the guarantee to protect Tang Aijun?

Is someone trying to use this guarantee to overturn Tang Tiantian's case?

She was ready for either one.

Late at night, in a small courtyard in the west of the city.

Tang Aijun had just beaten his two sons.

Now, they are huddled in a corner, sobbing as they drink half-cooked cornmeal porridge.

The lights were off in the room, only the faint glow of the stove illuminated the mess.

The ground was littered with broken glass, shards of porcelain, torn clothes, and cornmeal spilled by Tang Aijun while cooking.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and the stench of a child's urine.

Tang Aijun sat in the chair, feeling utterly weak.

He has never set foot in a kitchen in his entire life.

Although the Tang family wasn't particularly wealthy, he was served by Sun Xidi from a young age, and later by Qi Weiwei, so he never even had to wash a dish.

When he returned from the hospital today, he discovered that his money had been stolen, so he immediately took his son and secretly slipped away.

He felt that the hospital couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

Sun Xidi has already been hospitalized; the doctors can't just watch her die, can they?

He spent the whole day running around for his grandmother, selling bicycles, begging his mother, and even getting his money stolen... He can be considered a very filial grandson.

This is all he can do for his grandmother in this lifetime.

Besides, Grandma is so old... to be honest, she's lived a long and fulfilling life.

Back in the courtyard, he was starving, and his two sons were also crying out in hunger.

He started looking for food.

After searching the kitchen thoroughly, the only edible thing I found was less than ten pounds of cornmeal.

At first, he didn't even know it was cornmeal—yellow and coarse, completely different from the white flour he usually ate.

It was five-year-old Tang Yaozong who told him:

"Dad, Grandma made all the white flour into a paste and we ate it."

Later, Grandma couldn't move anymore, and she couldn't make a sound when called.

However, this yellow noodle is also edible.

My mother used to always eat those; she would eat the yellow ones herself, and we would eat the white ones.

She said the rations weren't enough for everyone, so we ate the good stuff.

Tang Aijun shuddered.

Mother?

Qi Weiwei?

Tang Yaozong continued:

"If Mom can eat it and she wasn't poisoned, then we can eat it too."

I used to think that my mother was secretly eating good food behind our backs and had even sipped her porridge.

As a result, it made my throat feel dry and didn't taste good.

But you can drink it!

Tang Aijun stood there, stunned.

Qi Weiwei... eating cornmeal?

Should we leave the wheat flour for the children and eat cornmeal ourselves?

He never knew.

In his memory, Qi Weiwei always wore clean and tidy clothes, had a flattering smile on her face, kept the children clean and tidy, and kept the house spotless.

He never wondered how she did it.

Looking back now, those wheat flour, rice, meat, eggs, sugar... were all scarce commodities that required ration coupons and were supplied in limited quantities.

With only that little money each month, she had to support two children, take care of her grandmother, and deal with his and Tang Tiantian's occasional attempts to "borrow" money...

Since his marriage and taking his grandmother away, his mother has never given him a single penny.

How did Qi Weiwei manage to live a decent life despite being so strapped for cash?

Tang Aijun felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

hungry.

I'm so hungry.

Under Tang Yaozong's guidance, he began to make cornmeal porridge.

The outcome of a five-year-old child instructing a man who has never cooked before is predictable.

Tang Aijun used an entire box of matches to start a fire.

The coal in the stove wouldn't light no matter what he did, and the smoke made his eyes water.

After finally getting it lit, he didn't know how to control the heat.

He was scooping water, but he didn't know how much to scoop.