Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Aunt Su came over, took Tong Lian's hand, and said with a forced smile, "Miss Tong, the young master isn't here. Why don't you go back first?"

"If my senior brother were here, he definitely wouldn't have kicked me out. I'm not leaving. Who do you think you are!"

Tong Lian shook off Su Ma's hand, ignored her, and stared intently at Zhao Feng with a defiant look on her face.

Zhao Feng stood up, her large pregnant belly protruding, and stood in front of Tong Lian. She put her left hand on her hip and slowly stroked her bulging belly with her right hand, saying with a forced smile, "Just because I'm carrying Song Wenjie's child, I have this ability."

"Hmph! Who knows whose child you're carrying, you lowly servant?" Tong Lian was furious. She had been chasing after Song Wenjie for so long, but he had always ignored her.

Unexpectedly, this lowly slave bought from the street has transformed into Madam Song, and the key point is that she had no idea at all.

Seeing Tong Lian's repeated insults, Zhao Feng decided to stop tolerating it and said coldly, "If you speak politely, I will treat you with courtesy and give you some leeway."

"But you don't respect your place and speak ill of me. I'm sorry, I can't tolerate you here."

After saying that, she stopped smiling, turned her head and shouted at Su Ma, "Su Ma, Hongju, what are you two standing there for? Get her out of here right now!"

Su Ma and Hongju were at a loss. They couldn't afford to offend either side, but no matter what, they had to listen to Madam.

The two could only force a smile and let Tong Lian leave.

Tong Lian glared at him: "Who dares to touch me? Don't blame me for being impolite."

For a moment, neither Su Ma nor Hongju dared to make a move.

Tong Lian looked at Zhao Feng and sneered, "Don't think you're so great just because you're pregnant. Who knows what underhanded tricks you used? Even if I beat you, I'm sure my senior brother won't blame me."

As she spoke, Tong Lian raised her hand as if to hit Zhao Feng. For a moment, Su Ma and Hong Ju were also stunned. The two were close by, and it looked like Tong Lian's hand was about to hit Zhao Feng's face.

No sooner said than Zhao Fu appeared out of nowhere and shoved Tong Lian hard, yelling, "You wicked woman, bullying my older sister! Get out of here right now!"

Tong Lian was caught off guard and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. She took several steps back before she could see clearly that the other person was a boy of about eleven or twelve years old.

He had a dark complexion and looked rustic, yet he claimed that Zhao Feng was his older sister. Tong Lian immediately understood.

With a furious glare, she cursed, "Where did this country bumpkin come from, daring to push me like that?" As she spoke, she raised her hand and slapped Zhao Fu hard twice.

Tong Lian was a trained fighter after all. Although her kung fu wasn't particularly good, she was more than capable of dealing with a little kid.

Zhao Fu's mouth bled from the beating, and he spun around twice before falling to the ground.

"Zhao Fu, Zhao Fu, are you alright!" Zhao Feng, anxious to protect her younger brother, quickly helped Zhao Fu up.

Seeing the blood at the corner of Zhao Fu's mouth, Zhao Feng looked distressed and questioned Tong Lian, "He's just a child, how could you hit him!"

“How dare a peasant hit me? If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll really think you’re something special. I’m not only going to beat him up, I’m going to beat you up too.”

As she spoke, Tong Lian raised her hand again.

At the other end of the corridor stood a tall figure, Song Wenjie, his face ashen and his hands clenched into fists.

He thought he had nothing to do today and was worried about his wife, so he was thinking of leaving work early. He never expected that he would witness this scene.

"Miss Tong, you mustn't!"

Su Ma rushed forward, trying to block Tong Lian's hand, when suddenly a figure flashed before her eyes and a tall figure stood in front of Zhao Feng, tightly gripping Tong Lian's hand with one hand.

The newcomer was Song Wenjie, whose face was ashen and whose bloodshot eyes were fixed on Tong Lian with a sinister glare.

"Senior brother~ Ouch~ Ouch, your hand is hurting me!"

Tong Lian tried to break free from Song Wenjie's grasp, but his glare made her eyelids tingle. Feeling somewhat guilty, she could only grit her teeth and call him "Senior Brother."

snort!

Song Wenjie shoved her back abruptly, his face cold: "Who gave you the guts to hit my wife!"

Tong Lian staggered back a few steps, managing to avoid falling by grabbing onto a nearby pillar.

Tong Lian stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Senior brother, you're actually going to hit me for her sake? What kind of woman can't you have? Why do you have to marry such a lowly servant? What do I lack compared to her?"

"If you had lost to some rich young lady, I would have accepted it wholeheartedly, but you insist on marrying a lowly maid."

Hearing her repeatedly use the term "lowly servant," Song Wenjie's eyes grew even colder. He narrowed his eyes at Tong Lian and said menacingly, "I never hit women, so don't force me."

"If I were to lay a hand on you, it would be out of necessity, and I'm sure Master wouldn't blame me." As he spoke, he clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.

"Senior brother, um~ don't do that! You look kind of scary." Tong Lian said in a softer voice.

"Wife, are you alright?" Song Wenjie ignored her and quickly and carefully helped Zhao Feng up.

“It’s alright!” Zhao Feng shook her head, her face gloomy: “Don’t blame Miss Tong, she’s right, I’m not good enough for you.”

Song Wenjie said with a serious expression, "You are my wife. No matter who she is, I will be the first to not forgive anyone who dares to slander her." After saying that, Song Wenjie helped Zhao Feng sit down on the stool.

Then he turned to look at Tong Lian and said without any politeness, "You can leave now. You are not welcome here. If you treat me with courtesy, I will consider you my junior sister from now on for the sake of our master. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

Tong Lian stomped her foot in anger, tears streaming down her face: "You actually said such hurtful things to me because of her! I hate you so much!"

"Waaah..." After saying that, Tong Lian wiped away her tears, turned around, and ran out.

"Hey~"

Zhao Feng said worriedly, "Why did you scare her away? What if something happens to her? How will you explain it to your master!"

"It's nothing!" Song Wenjie said resentfully, "It's just that my master's wife spoils her rotten, she deserves to be taught a lesson."

"I can't let her bully you. You have no idea how scared I was just now!" Song Wenjie said, still shaken.

If she had returned even a moment later, Tong Lian would have slapped Zhao Feng across the face. If she had lost her balance and sat on the ground, she didn't know if she could have saved the baby in her belly.

"It's okay~"

Zhao Feng comforted him, "I'm perfectly fine!"

Zhao Fu straightened his chest, his face full of stubbornness: "Brother-in-law, don't worry, with me here, I will definitely not let anyone bully my sister."

"And I!"

Seeing that the danger had passed, Qiao Dun'er appeared out of nowhere.

Zhao Fu kicked him: "With your character, all you do is eat, and when trouble comes, you're the first to run away. Go back to your Qiao family!"

Having his secret exposed, Qiao Dun immediately shut his mouth and dared not utter a sound.