The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

Zhang Xinyi sat down cautiously on the side, and Song Shuyue patted her hand, "Don't be nervous, aren't we friends? They are my family."

"Um, Sister Yueyue, shall I cut some fruit for you?"

One sentence made Anman unable to hold back her tears. She covered her mouth, her heart aching. Song Lin comforted her.

"We had some sad things happen to us today."

a few hours later

Zhang Xinyi expressed her confusion, feeling that Yueyue's relatives were acting strangely, always staring at her.

When Zhang Xinyi returned to the hospital, she was startled to find her parents sitting in chairs. She clutched her clothes tightly and walked in uneasily.

Instead of her usual beatings and scoldings, her parents spoke to her in a very gentle tone, telling her they would take her home for dinner that evening.

Zhang Xinyi was terrified of being beaten and scolded, and she knew they must have ill intentions, so she shook her head and refused, saying, "I haven't finished my homework yet, so I won't go tonight."

"What? Zhang Xinyi, are you asking for a beating? How dare you refuse us!" With that, the woman rushed over aggressively, reaching out to hit Zhang Xinyi. The old lady on the hospital bed used all her strength to shout, "Stop! Get out of here! No one is allowed to bully my granddaughter!"

“Grandma.” Zhang Xinyi’s eyes filled with tears as she walked to her grandmother’s side.

The man gave the woman a wink, and the woman stepped forward with a smile. "Xinyi, Mom, what are you doing? I'm your mother. Can't I even have a meal with you? Come on, Xinyi, I've already prepared the food."

The old man, his voice hoarse and veins bulging on his forehead, held Zhang Xinyi's hand tightly.

"Get out, get out, all of you get out! You inhuman beasts! You weren't her parents when you sold her to that thirty-year-old cripple three years ago. You don't deserve to be. Get out of here now. Don't even think about taking my granddaughter away."

The woman's expression changed drastically. She stepped forward and pulled Zhang Xinyi, saying, "I'm your mother. You have to come home with me. Zhang Xinyi, are you asking for trouble? Get out of here."

Zhang Xinyi fearfully sidled up to her grandmother, saying, "I don't want to go with you. I'll call the police."

"Call the police? You little brat, we're your parents, who are you going to call the police to arrest?"

Zhang Xinyi, her small, trembling body gripping her grandmother's hand, kept shaking her head, "I don't want to go with you."

"Stop arguing, let's go!" The woman violently pulled her arm.

The elderly man on the bed dragged his ailing body to his feet and slapped the hands that were restraining Zhang Xinyi. "Let go, let go! You don't deserve to be her parents. She is my granddaughter. You are not allowed to touch her!"

"What a nuisance." The man behind her strode over and slapped Zhang Xinyi hard across the face. The girl's thin body was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

The old man was also thrown away, landing on the headboard. He clutched his heart and gasped for breath.

"grandmother!"

Zhang Xinyi was about to visit her grandmother when her father suddenly grabbed her hair and forcibly dragged her out of the ward.

The woman didn't even look back.

Zhang Xinyi was led onto a truck, her body tense, and she cried, "Where are you taking me? I don't want to go! I want to see my grandma."

“Zhang Xinyi, that old hag won’t die. As long as you behave, I promise I’ll make things easier for you.”

Why are you treating me like this? Aren't I your daughter?

The woman said viciously, "If you weren't our daughter, you would have starved to death long ago. Would we have raised you all these years? Zhang Xinyi, we've raised you for over ten years. It's time you repaid us, your parents!"

Although Zhang Xinyi was only sixteen years old, she had grown up in this kind of environment and understood the meaning behind those words.

"What do you want? You've never cared about me at all. My grandmother raised me. All you do is beat and scold me. You're not my parents, you're not!"

Zhang Xinyi trembled and looked helplessly out the window. She had been abandoned countless times since she was a child. Who could save her?

Soon the car drove in a more and more remote direction until it entered a small road. The car jolted violently, and the scalp was torn apart with excruciating pain. The burning pain on her face made Zhang Xinyi's heart tremble. She didn't know how much time had passed, but the shaking and jolting made her, who was drowsy, fully awake.

The fear and anxiety in her heart grew stronger, and she began to plead desperately, "Mom and Dad, please let me go back. I promise I won't study anymore, and I will work hard to earn money, okay?"

No one answered her; her father kept driving while her mother played cards.

Zhang Xinyi was utterly desperate. She hugged her knees and buried her head between them.

**

Song Shuyue informed Anman and Song Lin to go to a remote suburb. The two arrived there ahead of time and waited, not knowing why.

A car slowly drove in a moment later, and Zhang Xinyi was violently pulled out of the car. "Go, get out of here quickly."

When Anman saw that it was her daughter, she tried to rush out without saying a word, but fortunately Song Lin stopped her in time.

Song Lin narrowed his eyes dangerously, realizing why Song Shuyue had called them here.

Zhang Xinyi sobbed softly, and Anman's heart ached terribly—it was her daughter!

Song Lin stared at the surrounding movements and saw a man emerge from the bushes. He was wearing a mask and a black coat, so his appearance was completely obscured.

“We’ve brought the person, and it’s the 100,000 yuan you mentioned.”

The man threw the bag on the ground and then took a closer look at the person on the ground.

Zhang Xinyi knew she had been sold. Her trembling hands grabbed the woman's clothes. "Mom, Mom, I beg you, I beg you, please don't sell me. I will be obedient, I will be obedient, I will work hard to earn money. I will not study anymore. I will do whatever you tell me to do. Please."

The woman had no interest in paying attention to her; she picked up the money from the ground and started counting it.

"We have enough money, let's go!"

Zhang Xinyi was left behind, and the two turned to leave. "Don't go, don't go, why are you doing this to me? Why?"

Amman covered her mouth tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably—her daughter!

Seeing the man behind Song Lin pull out a knife and say "action" into the walkie-talkie, Song Lin immediately jumped out and kicked the man.

The man grunted, and when he saw it was Song Lin, he turned to run away, but Song Qitian knocked him to the ground, quickly removed his mask, dislocated his jaw, and grabbed the pill hidden under his tongue to stop him from committing suicide.

Amman quickly ran over, hugged the girl, and stroked her back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mom is here, don't be afraid."

Zhang Xinyi felt the embrace was so warm. Holding her in her arms, her heart was pounding. What did she mean by "Mom"?

Isn't she Yueyue's aunt?

The couple was also arrested, and Song Lin instructed Song Qitian to take them directly back to the capital for processing.

"Yueyue, why didn't you let them recognize each other directly?" Song Yanzhao asked, puzzled.

Song Shuyue: "This is a grudge between Song Lin and the others. They should investigate and resolve it themselves."

If they don't even have this much ability, how can they be considered members of the Song family?