The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Butler Song shook his head and sighed slightly. Xu Shuang'er was really courting death.

The coroner was also oblivious to his own thoughts; this was the first time he had ever seen such a stupid person.

"Enough!" Gu Huaizhou shouted angrily. "Guards, drag this arrogant maid out and sell her off. Also, expel her and her family from the Marquis's mansion and never use them again."

Xu Shuang'er's eyes widened suddenly. She said in a panic, "My lord, please have mercy! The coroner is clearly lying. Why don't you believe me? Someone has bribed the coroner to keep him from telling the truth. I beg you, my lord, to investigate thoroughly..."

"Drag him away." Gu Huaizhou was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his fists clenched tightly.

The servants quickly covered Xu Shuang'er's mouth and dragged her out.

Along with her brother Xu Dalin, they were all expelled from the Marquis's residence.

Xu Shuang'er was taken away by human traffickers and immediately sold to a brothel.

That very evening, Xu Shuang'er took a client.

Because of her humble origins and the interference of Gu Huaizhou, Xu Shuang'er ended up working as a low-class prostitute.

Soon, she was tortured to the point of near death.

Xu Dalin wanted to save her, but unfortunately, he was also in dire straits himself.

After being driven out of the Marquis's mansion, he had nowhere to stay and not a penny to his name, so he had to work as a laborer at the docks.

At the end of the day, the money earned was only enough to buy two steamed buns to fill their stomachs.

In order to earn more money, he worked twice as much as others, but even so, he did not gain the foreman's appreciation.

When it came time to pay wages, the foreman withheld half of his pay.

Xu Dalin was a straightforward man, and upon seeing this, he immediately became agitated. He grabbed the foreman's hand and shouted angrily, "This is my money! What right do you have to deduct my wages?"

"Hey, you ignorant brat, don't you know who here doesn't give me some face? Even if I deduct half your wages, or don't give you a single penny, you can't complain."

After the foreman finished speaking, he kicked Xu Dalin in the chest: "Go to hell, a kicked-out lackey dares to yell at me."

"Ah..." Xu Dalin was kicked to the ground by the foreman.

He tried to argue with them, but the foreman's whip came crashing down on his face.

Two fists can't fight four hands, and Xu Dalin was soon beaten until he was a bloody mess.

The foreman took the money and left. Xu Dalin lay curled up on the ground for a long time before slowly getting up, clutching his chest.

He was filled with anger and resentment, but in the end, all he could do was cry his heart out, unable to do anything.

The sky gradually darkened, and the north wind howled.

Pedestrians on the street huddled together and ran home, while vendors prepared to pack up and go home.

Xu Dalin was covered in injuries, exhausted and hungry.

He swallowed hard as he looked at the steamed bun shop, then pitifully approached and asked, "Boss, could I have two steamed buns?"

"Alright..." The vendor was about to give him a steamed bun when he suddenly saw Xu Dalin's shabby appearance and immediately changed his tune: "Get lost, get lost, where did this beggar come from, he's such bad luck."

After saying that, he put the steamer lid back on.

Xu Dalin was so hungry that before the vendor could put the lid back on, he grabbed two steamed buns and ran into the street.

"Stop! Stop right there!" the vendor shouted angrily, chasing after him.

Finally, they intercepted Xu Dalin in a dead end.

Seeing that he had stuffed the whole steamed bun into his mouth, the vendor's fists began to rain down blows on Xu Dalin.

"I'll beat you to death, you filthy beggar! How dare you steal my steamed bun! You're asking for trouble..."

Xu Dalin buried his face in his hands and cried, tears streaming down his face. His eyes revealed a death wish; he would rather be beaten to death than live such a wretched life.

He gave up struggling and prepared to face death.

However, the expected fist did not fall; instead, a woman's voice reached his ears: "Stop."

The vendor's hand was intercepted by a strong hand, which pushed him away.

A woman wearing a veil appeared before them. Although her face was not clearly visible, her figure suggested she was an extremely young and wealthy woman.

Beside the woman was a round-faced maid.

The vendor's hand was intercepted by this maid.

"It's just two steamed buns, we'll pay for them." The maid took out a few coins from her bosom, stuffed them into the vendor's hand, and shouted at him, "Get out!"

The vendor got the money and left quickly without lingering.

The woman was well-dressed, so her family must be powerful; he couldn't afford to offend her.

Xu Dalin looked at the woman in front of him blankly and asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

This woman was none other than Song Wenjun.

After the Xu siblings were expelled from the Marquis's mansion, she secretly had people follow them, keeping a close eye on their every move.

She is not a saint and will not give alms indiscriminately.

The reason I saved Xu Dalin was simply because he was useful.

As for Xu Shuang'er, she brought this upon herself; she's not worth her time or effort to save.

"Do you want to live?" Song Wenjun asked softly.

Xu Dalin's eyes were filled with tears. He nodded, then shook his head: "I want to live, but it's so hard."

Without the protection of the Marquis's mansion, he is nothing.

Even if they were alive, they would be bullied, so it would be better for them to be dead.

Song Wenjun handed him a token and said, "If you want to live, you must change your name. Only when Xu Dalin no longer exists in the world can you live."

Xu Dalin looked at Song Wenjun with a look of horror, and slowly reached out to take the token.

The sign above read "Song Family Trading Company" in four large characters.

He hesitated; no one is kind to someone for no reason.

If Song Wenjun saves him, he will inevitably pay a price.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

Song Wenjun gently curled her lips: "I want you to swear on your life that no matter what happens in the future, you must protect Master Song. Can you do that?"

Xu Dalin did not accept the token; he hesitated.

"In exchange, I will rescue your sister and take good care of her."

Xu Dalin showed no more hesitation, took the token, knelt down at Song Wenjun's feet, and said, "My life belongs to you from now on, Madam. I am willing to serve you with my life, even at the cost of my life."

Then he picked up a piece of tile from the ground and slashed it forcefully at his face.

A bloody wound was clearly visible on his face.

"There will be no more Xu Dalin in this world. I beg you, Madam, to bestow a name upon him."

Song Wenjun was very satisfied with his performance. After a moment's thought, she said, "Stone."

"Thank you, Madam, for bestowing this name upon me, Stone." Xu Dalin kowtowed to Song Wenjun, then took the token and disappeared into the night.

Xiao Tao asked Song Wenjun, puzzled, "Madam, why did we go to so much trouble to save a good-for-nothing?"

In her eyes, Xu Dalin was honest and simple-minded, and simply not cut out for anything.

Song Wenjun disagreed with her view: "He is not honest, but he has been too well protected and has never seen the evil in the world. Now he has seen the ugliest side of the world. Once such a person awakens, he will be very scary. Xiao Tao, remember, never underestimate any insignificant person, because you never know when they will turn the tables."