The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

The man was about to smash it down; if he did, the woman on the ground would probably die.

Feige rushed over and kicked the man in the chest. The man was kicked into the stairwell, leaving a gaping hole, and his chest ached terribly.

Feige stepped on his hand and heard the sound of bones cracking on the back of his hand.

"Ah!" the man shouted.

The little guy was terrified.

"Sweetie, go see how your mom is," Feige said softly, looking at the stunned little guy.

The little one realized what was happening, and started crying and shouting.

"mom"

He ran over and hugged his mother, bursting into tears.

suddenly,

The man stood up; he could still stand up.

Feige thought this man could take a beating, so she went over and kicked him again. His ribs broke instantly; Feige heard it clearly – the sound of cracking ribs.

The man was in excruciating pain. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't; he couldn't move an inch. Any movement brought excruciating pain. He could only lie there, paralyzed, his eyes filled with madness. After a while, the man looked at the old woman—no, at Feige—as if he hadn't been himself just moments before. He laughed and shouted:

"Mom, what brings you here?"

"What, can't I come? Does being a stall mean I'm not allowed in your house?"

"No, Mom, you've misunderstood."

"Yeah, when I wasn't paralyzed, I was only fit to sleep in your stairwell."

"mom"

Feige found it disgusting to hear the man call her "Mom," so she took a shoehorn and slapped him several more times until his lips were swollen.

Feige felt much better now. Looking at him, Feige couldn't help but want to punch him.

"I'm not your mother. If I hear you call me 'Mom' again, I'll rip your tongue out!"

Feige said with disdain.

After Feige finished speaking, she squatted down and looked at her adopted daughter. Her head was covered in blood, her clothes were stained red with blood, and the numerous scars on her body were particularly conspicuous; it was hard not to notice them.

Especially on her neck, there was a deep scar that was still bleeding. Feige reached out and used one energy point to heal her adopted daughter's wound. The bleeding stopped, but the scar remained. Feige had seen some television programs about domestic violence before, and she thought it would be useful to keep it.

"Master, her internal organs are shattered!"

"Master, we need to go to the hospital."

Feige stood up and walked up to the man.

"Give me the money, quickly!"

The man looked at Fei Ge, feeling a little intimidated, but only for a moment.

"No money? Where would we get money?"

Slap, slap, slap! Fei Ge slapped her twice.

"Give me the money, or die. Choose one."

Perhaps it was Fei Ge's sharp gaze that made the man instantly intimidated, but he remained silent.

Feige kicked him twice more, but the man still didn't make a sound. Feige was furious.

"Master, there's a bankbook and some cash in the drawer of the bedroom upstairs."

Hearing this, Feige ran upstairs.

She quickly returned with the money and bankbook. She walked up to the man and knocked him unconscious with a single blow.

Then he went to his adopted daughter, and took her and his grandson away.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the adopted daughter was taken into the operating room. After a nine-hour surgery, she was finally out of danger.

The doctor said she needed to be observed for a few days, so the adopted daughter was admitted to the intensive care unit.

Feige spent most of her time with her adopted grandson, either eating out or pointing fingers outside the intensive care unit.

"Grandma, I'm worried about Mom. Will she wake up?"

"It's okay, trust Grandma."

"It's all because of me. From childhood to adulthood, because of me, my mother has suffered so much, been beaten so many times, and I..."

"Alright, it's all in the past now. Don't worry, with Grandma around, he'll never hit you again."

Feige crouched down, looked at the little one, and then hugged him in her arms.

"My dear, when you grow up, be a good son or daughter to your mother. She has suffered so much for you, so you must treat her well. You will also get married and have a wife someday. Don't be like that man; that's wrong. A wife is meant to be loved and cherished, not hurt, understand?"

"it is good"

"Honey, how did your mom's divorce from that man go?" Feige asked softly.

"Let's get a divorce. There's no point in going there anyway. I'll stay with my mom. I'll be wherever she is. A home is only a home with Mom around."

"it is good"

"good"

Feige took an apple from the basket next to her and gave it to the little guy.

"Eat up, then keep a close eye on your mother. Grandma's going to see the doctor."

"it is good"

The little guy was looking at his mother through the window. Feige went to find the doctor and told the hospital what had happened.

The doctor readily issued a certificate, and Feige took it to court—yes, he was going to sue.

After the court accepted the case,

Soon, the police arrested the man and simultaneously filed for divorce.

When the police found the man, he had already passed out from the pain. He had broken ribs, a swollen mouth, and his legs were broken from the two kicks Fei Ge gave him from behind.

The police officers were at a loss for words, and in the end, they simply carried him onto a stretcher and put him in the police car.

The man woke up to find himself in prison, and he was devastated. Then he heard that the court had granted him a divorce.

The man was sentenced to 10 years in prison for serious domestic violence.

The man exploded, screaming loudly and disrupting the peace of the prison. His fellow inmates, annoyed, punched and kicked him, beating him until he was unable to scream any longer and collapsed on the bed.

Now it was quiet.

……

A month has passed, and the adopted daughter is out of danger and has been transferred to a regular ward.

The little guy keeps chanting in his mother's ear all day long. The doctor's advice is to talk to the patient more each day so she'll wake up faster.

Feige entrusted this glorious task to his adopted grandson.

Of course, she was responsible for other things, such as giving the little one advice. In short, everything was for her daughter to wake up as soon as possible.