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Shi Haifeng turned back to seek help from a seductive woman standing beside a red luxury car, but she ignored him completely, and instead drove away.

All her devoted love, only for him to have been involved with another woman long ago, and he even shifted the blame onto her, completely disregarding her and their son. Huang Meilin's face was pale as snow, her body trembling, filled with irrepressible regret.

No wonder her father said Shi Haifeng wouldn't have good days ahead. Indeed, she suspected that Shi Haifeng would spend his lifetime in prison because of these crimes. Hang Shunmiao felt a sudden relief but also recalled her father's words before leaving, which made her feel an inexplicable uneasiness.

After settling her mother, Hang Shunmiao hurried back to the Hang family home. As she opened the door, she heard her father saying that he was going to join Aunty Yang, and Grandpa had agreed, so she knelt beside her father.

She didn't find her father's actions unfilial; on the contrary, she understood his feelings, respected his loyalty, and envied the deep love between her father and Aunty Yang. Since her father had decided to be with Aunty Yang, she would take his place in caring for her grandparents, so he would have no worries.

"Miaomiao..." Seeing the resolute Hang Shunmiao, Hang Zijue was deeply moved, and Hang Qingming was grateful and relieved.

Only Hou Jingya yelled sharply, "I have a son, I don't need some illegitimate brat to support me!" Her face displayed undisguised disgust and disdain, devoid of the former affection and joy.

"Shut your mouth!" Seeing his grandson's dim gaze, Hang Zijue rebuked his wife sternly, and then turned to comfort his grandson with a gentle reassurance, "Your grandma has lost her mind, Miaomiao, don't take it to heart."

He may have been born into a family of scholars, but his family had long since declined. Marrying his wife was considered marrying above his station, combined with his wife's dominant personality and his mild-mannered indulgence of her.

But what he couldn't understand was how his wife became increasingly unreasonable with age, especially since his son married his former daughter-in-law. His wife became more aggressive, constantly giving his former daughter-in-law a hard time.

Anyone who spoke a word in her defense would be met with his wife's furious outburst, turning the house into a place without peace, until finally, she colluded with outsiders to drive his former daughter-in-law away, and after she was gone, coveted the inheritance.

Now, upon learning that his grandson was not her biological grandchild, she turned her back callously and spoke maliciously, utterly unreasonable.

"Grandpa, don't worry, Miaomiao won't mind, I will continue to dutifully care for Grandma and you like always," said Hang Shunmiao, his smile bright and his expression resolute.

Hang Zijue's eyes were moist, "You truly are our good grandson!" He said, smiling as he helped his son and grandson to their feet.

Ignoring Hou Jingya, who was still hysterically shouting beside them, the three generations each returned to their rooms to pack their belongings, as the villa was soon to be taken back.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Hou Jingya felt humiliated and infuriated, but she also deeply understood that the situation was set and she could not change it. Still unwilling to let her carefully hoarded jewelry and clothes be taken by others, she thought of keeping as much as she could and hurried back to her room to find ways to hide her jewelry and clothes.

Completely forgetting that her son had said that the mall and bank would require compensation for lost items based on the vouchers, at that moment, all she could think about was her jewelry and clothes, not her son. To be precise, her heart had always only held herself and the life of luxury, and nobody else.

Not long after, several staff members from the foundation arrived at the Hang family home. They took inventory of items based on the vouchers, some of which were sealed or taken away, and informed Hang Qingming that they would come to take over the villa in five days.

Watching Hang Qingming resign from school, arrange the future for the elderly and Hang Shunmiao, and say goodbye to his friends, Yang Mengchen was beside herself with anxiety. Yet, regrettably, he could not see her, hear her, or stop him. She could only follow him to her gravestone.

Hang Qingming first kowtowed to Yang Mengchen's father and Grandma Zhang, then sat on the ground beside Yang Mengchen's gravestone, his hand tenderly touching the smiling photo of her. His gaunt face smiled softly and tenderly, his eyes soft with love, "Ah Meng, wait for me, I'm coming to find you soon, and I will never leave you again!"

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