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Lin Zhao Di watched as Wang Ping cradled the child, initially taken aback. Once she regained her composure, she began to scold Wang Ping for being ungrateful and helping outsiders instead of her own family, while frantically trying to snatch the child away.
With a forceful shove, Lin Zhao Di pushed Wang Ping aside and seized the child, gripping the little one’s neck tightly.
“Jiang Tian, you better transfer the house back to me, or I’ll strangle your daughter,” she threatened.
“Okay, okay, don’t be impulsive. It’s too late now; we can’t do it tonight. Tomorrow, I promise we’ll take care of it,” I replied without hesitation as I watched my daughter cry with Lin Zhao Di's grip tightening.
“Mom, please don’t be rash. Don’t hurt your granddaughter,” Wang Ping tried to calm Lin Zhao Di down.
“You’re talking about a granddaughter after a divorce? You ungrateful wretch! You wouldn’t help your brother but come running to assist this shameless woman. I don’t want a daughter like you,” Lin Zhao Di spat out.
As she spoke, she kicked Wang Ping in the stomach, and her grip on the child grew stronger, causing the baby’s cries to diminish.
Tears streamed down my face as I fell to my knees. “Please, let my daughter go. She’s innocent. I’ll give you the house deed right now; we can sort it out tomorrow. Is that alright?”
I quickly retrieved the deed and took advantage of the moment to snatch my daughter back.
Wang Ping rushed over to help, and amidst the struggle among the three of us, Lin Zhao Di accidentally bumped into the corner of the table.
Wang Ye arrived just in time and hurriedly took his mother to the hospital.
Lin Zhao Di had hit her head and after that collision, she became disoriented and erratic.
With no other choice, Wang Ye had to take Lin Zhao Di back to their hometown.
He then came back to ask me, “When are we going to get our marriage certificate?”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "I'm not going to remarry you, so give up on that idea!"
With the agent in tow, I boldly stepped into Wang Ye's house, where I found him sprawled on the floor, drunk.
The moment he saw me, he quickly scrambled to his feet. "Tian Tian, are you here to get the marriage certificate with me?"
I smiled slightly. "Nope."
Wang Ye looked puzzled. "Then what are you here for?"
I casually replied, "To sell the house."
Before I could finish my sentence, Wang Ye grabbed an empty wine bottle from the coffee table and hurled it at me.
I stood my ground, neither dodging nor avoiding it.
The bottle struck my shoulder perfectly, and I winced in pain, taking a sharp breath.
Wang Ye was stunned; he hadn't expected me to actually get hit.
And I hadn't anticipated that he would fall for it so easily.
I brushed off the bruise on my shoulder and called the police. "Hello, I want to report an attempted suicide."
A few minutes later, the police arrived.
Wang Ye was on his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Tian Tian, please forgive me this time."
I let out a cold laugh. "From the moment you told me to die on that operating table, you lost your chance."
"I merely returned the favor for everything you did to me," he replied.
"Weren't you the one who didn't save me on the operating table?"
Wang Ye looked utterly bewildered.
I reported his workplace harassment and physical assault to the company headquarters.
The headquarters quickly issued a notice, terminating Wang Ye's employment.
A few days later, I received a call from an unfamiliar number—it was Wang Ye.
On the other end of the line, he humbly pleaded, "Tian Tian, please let me go. I truly know I was wrong."
"I can't sleep at night," he added.
I smiled faintly. "Can't sleep? Why not find a night shift job?"
After hanging up, I tossed the SIM card into the trash.
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