Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

The law enforcement officer stood there with a deep look in his eyes, obviously knowing the ins and outs of this farce very well.

They selectively turned a blind eye to the angry slap in the face. After all, it was just a minor incident in their daily work.

But the issue of the child's ownership is something they cannot ignore - especially when the child legally belongs to the mother, Song Tangxue, who is known as the "mistress".

When Ling Jinxing finally stopped chasing Song Tangxue, he stood still and gave the law enforcement officers an apologetic smile: "I'm so sorry, I lost control of my emotions."

Her tone was relaxed, as if the heated argument just now was just a game.

The law enforcement officers exchanged knowing smiles. One of them stepped forward, his tone formal yet tinged with a subtle hint of teasing. "Ms. Ling, based on the video footage and your behavior, we've decided that, given your need for emotional management, the child is better suited to stay with Ms. Song Tangxue."

Ling Jinxing shrugged, looking indifferent: "I have no objection, as long as Miss Song can promise to treat my son well."

Take it away quickly. It costs at least 20,000 yuan a month, and she doesn’t want to spend this money!

Song Tangxue curled her lips into a cold smile, showing her victorious demeanor: "Don't worry, he's my son. I will naturally love him with all my heart."

There was both determination and tenderness in her eyes, as if she was declaring her sovereignty to the world.

Su Shaoshao was forcibly taken into Song Tangxue's car. Along the way, his curses came one after another, like a discordant symphony.

"I don't want to be with a bitch like you. I want to go back to find my real mother!" Su Shaoshao's voice was sharp and angry.

"Why don't you just die? It's a mistake for you to be alive!" His words were filled with hatred.

"I hate you, I hate you!" His voice became hoarse with emotion.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense, and Song Tangxue's hands turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

Suddenly, the car braked suddenly, and Su Shaoshao rushed forward due to inertia and fell heavily back into his seat.

Song Tangxue turned around abruptly and slapped Su Shaoshao hard in the face. Her voice was low and powerful: "Su Shaoshao, look carefully, I am your mother! No matter how good she is, she is not your mother! You are my child."

Su Shaoshao was stunned by the beating, but soon, he raised his head stubbornly, his eyes full of resentment: "I don't care! You are not my mother, I will never acknowledge you!"

Because of this woman, he couldn't take any of his cell phone, tablet, or computer with him.

Because the police said the money wasn't his! The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

"You damn old woman! One day I will kill you and go back to my mother."

"You..." Song Tangxue was so angry that she was speechless. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Young Master Su, you'd better not challenge my limits!"

Su Shaoshao was completely disdainful, "So what? I'm not afraid of you at all!"

Ling Jinxing lazily sank into the soft sofa, his eyes fixed on the picture of the mother and son arguing on the system page, a playful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

This is just the beginning, isn't it? It's just an appetizer for the plot, and the little one can't handle it?

And Song Tangxue is about to collapse now? What will happen next?

Su Shaoshao, the young master who was once built up by money, is now like an angel pulled down from the clouds and falling into the quagmire of reality.

He looked around. This shabby rental house with its mottled walls and simple furniture was a far cry from the mansion he once lived in.

He couldn't accept this disparity, tears welled up in his eyes, and he finally couldn't help crying loudly: "I don't want to live in this damn place, this is what a slum should look like!"

"I want to go back to find my real mother!" Su Shaoshao's voice was full of despair and unwillingness.

Song Tangxue, listening to her son's cries and curses, felt a burning rage in her heart.

She grabbed the belt at hand and whipped Su Shaoshao fiercely, her voice trembling but firm: "Do you think I want this? If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this today? You still have the nerve to despise me?"

Thinking of all the insults along the way, my anger grew even stronger.

The beatings became heavier and heavier.

Su Shaoshao staggered a few steps after being beaten, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm.

He stared at Song Tangxue with wide eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive. "I didn't ask you to give birth to me! You shameless mistress, you destroyed my once happy family! I don't have a mother like you!"

"You little beast!" Song Tangxue was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She raised her belt and was about to hit him again.

Su Shaoshao suddenly smiled, that smile was full of indifference and determination: "Go ahead and hit me, beat me to death."

He swore that he would kill this woman! Then he could go back to his real mother.

Song Tangxue was stunned. She looked at her son's eyes full of hatred, and an inexplicable fear surged in her heart.

Then, as if swept by a torrent of rage and despair, Su Shaoshao swung the belt in his hand like a dancing snake, striking Song Tangxue even harder. Each blow was laced with his dissatisfaction with the current situation and his longing for his former luxurious life.

"Money! I want money!" Su Shaoshao screamed hysterically, his eyes red as if burning with the flames of greed. "I want a computer! I want a cell phone! I want a tablet! I also want to eat those expensive delicacies!"

Every day, he tortured Song Tangxue in different ways, as if this could bring a little comfort to his heart, which was torn apart by poverty and anger.

His curses became more and more unpleasant, and his words were filled with disgust and hatred for Song Tangxue, as if she was the root of all his misfortunes.

Song Tangxue is now exhausted by the torture of life.

She lived under Su Shaoshao's insults and violence every day, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

But she never gave up, because she knew that once she gave up, she would really have nothing.

Su Shaoshao looked at Song Tangxue's tired and determined face, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

He realized that if this woman didn't die, he might never be able to return to his mother who was full of warmth and love.

Thus, a crazy idea quietly grew in his mind.

That night, while Song Tangxue was sleeping soundly, Su Shaoshao quietly slipped into the bedroom, holding a sharp knife in his hand.

His eyes flashed with determination and madness, as if he wanted to sever all ties between him and this woman with his own hands.

He took a deep breath, raised the knife in his hand, and stabbed it hard into the quilt.

However, at this critical moment, Song Tangxue suddenly walked out of the toilet. Seeing Su Shaoshao's crazy behavior, she screamed, her voice full of fear and despair.

Su Shaoshao was also startled by the sudden scream. The knife in his hand stopped in mid-air, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, you bitch!"