After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

"You damned bastard, behave yourself! If you dare to resist again, I'll give you a good beating!"

Murong Feng's gloomy voice exploded in Murong Chen's ears.

At this moment, Murong Chen was held tightly by Murong Feng and could not move at all. Fear occupied his heart. When he thought of the tragic end after being caught, he was like a frightened little animal, struggling frantically and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Let me go! Let me go now, or I will never let you go again!"

However, his resistance was met with a heavy slap in the face.

With a "slap", the slap hit Murong Chen's face hard, and the huge force knocked his head to the side.

"You damn bastard, how dare you say such things in front of me? Second brother, shut his mouth!" Old Lady Deng cursed viciously.

As soon as she finished speaking, a fawning expression instantly appeared on Mrs. Deng's face. Like a pug, she twisted her body and walked towards Butler Chen with a smile on her face.

"Butler Chen, I've already prepared the people."

Just as Butler Chen opened his mouth to respond, an old voice hurriedly interrupted him, interrupting this chilling transaction.

"Wait!"

"The chief is here!" Someone shouted, and the crowd quickly made way for a path like waves being split apart.

I saw a white-haired head of the Murong family, supported by his son, walking in with steady steps and a solemn expression on his face.

He cast a dignified glance at Old Lady Deng and asked in a questioning tone, "Old Lady Deng, what exactly do you want?"

Facing the powerful leader of the Murong clan, Old Lady Deng showed no fear at all, but instead seemed justified.

"Clan leader, this is our Murong family's own business. I am selling my own grandson, and no one has the right to interfere!"

Upon hearing this, the Murong clan leader's beard trembled with rage. He shouted in a deep voice, "Five years ago, your Murong family expelled Murong Ling'er and Murong Chen, mother and son, from the family, severed all ties, and even signed a written agreement in black and white. Now, Murong Chen is no longer a member of your Murong family! Therefore, you have no right to sell him!"

When Old Lady Deng heard this, she immediately became unhappy. She put her hands on her hips, glared, and shouted, "Clan leader, I don't care what's written in black and white. This kid has the blood of our Murong family flowing in his veins, so he belongs to our Murong family. It's not against the law for me to sell my own grandson!"

"If it's not against the law, don't blame me for breaking the law!"

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded from outside the yard.

Everyone was startled and turned to look, only to see Murong Ling'er slowly walking in amid everyone's astonished gazes.

She stood tall and straight, her eyes filled with determination and anger, as if she was the embodiment of justice, determined to break this dark deal.

"boom!"

A loud noise broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Old lady Deng's sharp scream was heard immediately, and her body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, screaming.

Murong Ling'er's face was frosty. As soon as she walked in, she knocked the hateful old witch away with a clean and neat punch.

Then, she turned her head abruptly, looking at the two Murong brothers with a sharp gaze. She hooked her hand slightly, her eyes full of contempt, and asked coldly, "Either come together, or get out of here!"

"No...don't..." The two brothers of the Murong family were so scared that their faces turned pale. They shook their heads and waved their hands desperately. Fear made their voices tremble.

However, their pleading for mercy did not soften Murong Ling'er's heart. She flashed and rushed forward in one step. With a few punches as fast as the wind, the two Murong brothers were beaten away in an instant.

"Ahhhhhhh..." The miserable screams resounded through the sky.

"Mom!" Murong Chen cried out in a tearful voice, and he ran towards Murong Ling'er with all his might.

Murong Ling'er moved quickly and untied the rope that bound Murong Chen in a few seconds. Then she hugged the crying little guy tightly into her arms and said gently but firmly: "My dear son, don't cry. Watch how your mother will avenge you."

After saying that, Murong Linger hugged Murong Chen tightly, turned around without hesitation, and kicked the frightened housekeeper Chen next to her.

"ah one one"

Butler Chen was kicked away unexpectedly. The piercing pain made him scream, and he immediately fell to the ground, rolling in pain.

Murong Ling'er looked down at Butler Chen, whose face was twisted with pain and was about to faint. Her eyes were cold and intimidating, without a trace of mercy.

She said loudly, "Remember, I am Deng Lanying's daughter, Murong Ling'er. If you have any insidious tricks, feel free to use them. My Murong family is not afraid of that so-called Mr. Chen."

Seeing this scene, the heart of the Murong clan leader suddenly skipped a beat and felt heavy. After openly offending the tyrannical Mr. Chen, did Murong Ling'er not want to live anymore?

Murong Ling'er didn't care what the Murong clan leader was thinking. She turned around and her sharp gaze like a knife swept across the faces of everyone outside the yard.

That fierce look seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts, frightening all the onlookers so much that they trembled instantly. After glancing around, she opened her red lips and shouted, "Get out!"

This roar was like a thunderclap.

As soon as the words fell, everyone fled in panic like frightened birds and beasts.

Even the housekeeper Chen, who was lying on the ground in excruciating pain, was carried by two servants and ran out as if he was risking his life.

In the small courtyard, for a moment, only Chief Murong and his son were still standing there in a daze.

Murong Ling'er had no intention of saying more to them at this moment. She simply pointed at the courtyard gate and said coldly, "Patriarch and Uncle Murong, please leave."

Murong Chen nestled in Murong Ling'er's warm embrace. Seeing that the bad guys had been driven away, he raised his little hand to wipe away the tears on his face. His face flushed with excitement, and he shouted to Murong Ling'er, "Mom, you're awesome!"

Murong Ling'er looked at the ragged and skinny Murong Chen in her arms, and a wave of sadness welled up in her heart. She said softly, "Chen'er, I'm sorry for you! I've made you suffer."

Hearing this, Murong Chen hugged Murong Ling'er's neck tighter, and leaned his small body tightly against her arms. He said with great dependence: "As long as mother stays with Chen'er all the time, Chenji will be satisfied!"

Murong Linger's eyes were red, and she nodded heavily, promising: "Yes, mother will always be with Chen'er!"

Her thoughts drifted away, thinking about the original owner when he was alive, sometimes lucid, sometimes crazy.

Most of the time, it was Murong Chen, who was only four years old, who accompanied and took care of the original owner. The mother and son depended on each other in this difficult world.

Even in the brief moment of lucidity before the original owner's death, what he couldn't let go of the most was still this sensible and heartbreaking little guy.

"Ouch, I'm going to die, my waist is going to break." At this time, the painful groan of Old Mrs. Deng was heard from a distance.

Murong Ling'er hugged Murong Chen tightly, looking firmly in the direction where the voice came from, and secretly swore in her heart that she would make those who bullied her and her son pay the price they deserved.