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

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place!"

Aunt Zhang glanced sideways at Tang Aijun and answered loudly, almost shouting, as if she wanted everyone to hear.

"You and your little slutty cousin Tang Tiantian had two sons!"

They have no conscience; they switched the child with the silly Weiwei so she could raise him!

They sent Weiwei's two daughters to Tang Tiantian's hometown in the countryside!

We all know about this!

"Little Tang, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?!"

Every word was like a slap in the face, landing hard on Tang Aijun's cheek.

He stood there, his whole body ice-cold.

How was this exposed?

How could it be exposed?

Little did he know that after Tang Tiantian's verdict was announced, her confession was copied out and posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the police station.

Although it was handwritten, the content was clear.

The family compound was not far from the police station, and people had already gone to see what was going on. When they returned, the news spread like wildfire, and the whole railway family compound knew about it.

Furthermore, in order to exonerate Tang Aijun, Tang Qu shifted all the blame for the child swapping onto Tang Tiantian, clearly stating in his confession that "Tang Aijun was completely unaware."

But who would believe that?

The cousins ​​had an affair and had two children. How could Tang Aijun not know?

You're kidding me!

More and more people gathered to watch.

Some people pointed and whispered—

"So it's true... I thought it was a rumor."

"Tsk tsk, you really can't judge a book by its cover. He looks so refined, yet he does such a despicable thing."

"Poor Weiwei, she raised someone else's child for so many years, and her own daughter is still suffering somewhere."

"These two boys don't look like Vivi at all!"

"There's not a single good person in the Tang family!"

……

These words pierced Tang Aijun's ears like needles.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Just then, Tang Yaozong raised his head, blinked his eyes which were still wet with tears, and asked softly:

"Dad, am I really my aunt's child?"

Tong Yan Wuji.

But asking at this time is like adding fuel to the fire.

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Haha! This kid even asks!"

"That's right, he doesn't even know who his biological mother is, how pitiful!"

"Tang Aijun, tell me, was it your aunt's child?"

……

Laughter and sarcasm surged forth like a tide.

Tang Aijun was enraged and all his embarrassment, anger, and despair erupted at that moment.

He raised his hand and slapped Tang Yaozong hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and clear.

Tang Yaozong's head lolled to the side from the blow, he froze for two seconds, then burst into tears, wailing uncontrollably.

"Daddy's bad! Daddy's a big bad guy! I want to find Grandma! I want to find Grandpa! I want to eat braised pork!"

He cried and shouted, stamping his feet like an enraged little beast.

He has certainly been here before.

In the past, when Qi Weiwei brought him to her maternal grandparents' house, her grandparents would cook braised pork for him, and her maternal grandfather would buy him candy.

Although it didn't happen often, he remembered it.

At that moment, amidst extreme grievance and hunger, only one thought remained in his mind: to find his grandmother and eat braised pork.

He broke free from Tang Aijun's hand and rushed upstairs like a small cannonball.

"Bang bang bang!"

He kicked the door of room 201 with all his might, crying and shouting as he did so:

"Grandma! Grandpa! Open the door! Open the door!"

Of course, no one opened the door for him.

Qi Weiwei wasn't there, nor were Qi Chou and Chen Hongxia—they were still with Liang Bing.

Tang Yaozong kicked the door for a long time, his hands were red from pounding, but the door still didn't budge.

He felt even more aggrieved, and plopped down on the ground, crying his heart out.

"I don't want to acknowledge my aunt as my mother anymore, I just want to have enough to eat!"

Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, open the door!

I'm begging you!

I don't want cornmeal porridge! I want braised pork!

I'm so hungry! Waaaaah...

The crying was pitiful and heartbreaking, yet it also carried the characteristic tantrums of a child.

The expressions of the onlookers downstairs became even more complicated.

Some people berated Tang Aijun: "Look what you've done! You've ruined the child like this!"

Some people criticized Qi Weiwei, saying, "She's heartless too, leaving without a word. These two children were raised from a young age."

But most people felt sorry for Qi Weiwei.

"These aren't two children, they're two enemies! Two thorns in our side!"

"Silly Weiwei is so unlucky to have such a family."

"That's right, raising someone else's child while your own daughter is nowhere to be found."

"If you ask me, it's good that they left; it's cleaner that way!"

……

Tang Aijun stood downstairs, listening to the discussions and looking at his son sitting on the ground crying, his mind a complete mess.

Shame, anger, embarrassment, and a hint of inexplicable panic mingled together, almost crushing him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He rushed upstairs, grabbed the still-crying Tang Yaozong, and tucked him under his arm like a sack.

Tang Yaozong struggled and kicked, but Tang Yaozong ignored him.

After going downstairs, he picked up Tang Yaozu, who was still standing there in a daze, and then, like a stray dog, ran out of the family compound in a flash.

Behind him, an even louder burst of laughter erupted.

The laughter was like a whip, lashing across his back.

He dared not look back, he could only run for his life.

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At the same time, in a park on the outskirts of Beijing.

The park in early winter has a unique, desolate beauty.

The leaves have all fallen, revealing bare branches that, against the gray-blue sky, resemble a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The lake surface was not yet frozen; a thin layer of ice had formed near the shore, but the central area was still deep green water, shimmering in the sunlight.

Qi Weiwei and her group rented three cruise boats.

She and Ling Heping took Dandan and Qianqian in one boat, her eldest brother Qi Zhuangzhuang and sister-in-law Ma Lan took Qi Xing and Qi Yang in another boat, and Liang Bing and Chen Hongli took another boat.

The boat was an old-fashioned wooden boat, not very big, and could seat four or five people.

The boatman rowed at the stern, the creaking sound echoing across the tranquil lake.

"Mommy, look! Ducks!" Five-year-old Dandan excitedly pointed to the water.

Several wild ducks were swimming in the middle of the lake. When they saw the boat coming, they fluttered away.

Three-year-old Sisi also wanted to see, but she was too short to reach the edge of the boat, and she stamped her feet anxiously, crying, "Mommy, hold me! Mommy, hold me!"

Qi Weiwei smiled and picked her up, showing her the view.

Sisi's eyes widened, and she pointed her little finger at the departing ducks: "They flew away! They flew away!"

Ling Heping sat at the bow of the boat, looking at them with a faint smile on his lips.

The sun is shining brightly. Although it's winter, there's no wind today, and the sun feels warm on my skin.

The lake surface shimmered, and the distant mountains were shrouded in a thin mist, like a delicate ink painting.

"Mom," Dandan suddenly turned her head to look at Qi Weiwei, a hint of uncertainty on her little face, "Am I really not dreaming?"

Qi Weiwei felt a pang of sadness.

She knew her daughter was still afraid.

I fear that all this beauty is an illusion, that I will wake up one day and return to the tailor's home where I am starving and cold, and continue to do those dirty and tiring jobs that never end.