Chapter 23: The Scumbag Father Gets Reported and Flees Abroad

Father Song and the others stumbled their way toward the outskirts of the city.

As they passed a newsstand, a gust of wind blew a newspaper directly to Father Song’s feet.

He initially ignored it, but his eyes were instantly drawn to the bold headline on the front page:

[Daughter of Former Department Store General Manager, Song Kexing, Issues Public Statement Severing Ties with Her Family…]

“This unfilial girl! She actually dared to cut ties with me—how dare she! How dare she!!”

After reading the statement, Father Song flew into a rage and tore the newspaper into shreds.

Seeing someone from the newsstand about to come out, He Ling quickly grabbed him and ran.

“Jianye, calm down. Now’s not the time to be angry.”

Song Fubao also tried to soothe him. “Yeah, Dad, just calm down.

Honestly, it’s a good thing Song Kexing has cut ties with us. That way, she can’t touch any of the family’s properties or assets. Let’s see what she’s so proud of then.”

Father Song felt much better after hearing that from his son.

“You’re right. The one thing I hate most in this life is betrayal. That unfilial daughter dares to treat me like this? She’ll never get a cent of my assets!”

At those words, a flicker of guilt crossed Song Fubao’s eyes.

Earlier that morning, Song Kexing had lured him into the basement with a steamed bun.

He had been starving and dizzy at the time, and in his daze, he told her the location where the family’s assets were hidden.

He wasn’t sure if she had actually gone there.

But that place was guarded by a few strong men that his father had hired.

Even if she had gone, with her amateur-level skills, there was no way she could get in.

As for the statement she released, it was probably just a fit of powerless rage.

Thinking this, Song Fubao’s expression eased significantly.

He Ling was thinking the same thing.

Mother and son clung to a sliver of hope, completely unaware that a storm was about to break…

…

After a long, exhausting journey, they finally arrived at the warehouse on the outskirts.

The warehouse was eerily silent, and Father Song immediately felt something was wrong.

He had hired some men from the black market to guard the place.

It wasn’t even that late—no one should’ve been asleep yet. It shouldn’t be this quiet.

Just as he was about to knock, he noticed the warehouse door was ajar.

Pushing the door open, he was met with complete darkness and total silence.

“Whoosh!”

He Ling struck a match and used the flame to find the kerosene lamp on the table, lighting it.

Scratching his head, Song Fubao said, “Why is no one here? And the door wasn’t even closed.”

But when he glanced to the right, his head instantly went blank.

“Dad… those crates… they’re all gone!”

“I see it!” Father Song’s face darkened as if it could drip ink. “Those damned thugs—they’ve stolen everything!”

That was all of his wealth. Losing it felt like having his flesh carved away.

How would they survive abroad without any assets??

Father Song’s mind was on the verge of exploding.

He had no idea that Song Kexing had already been there and assumed the black market men were unreliable.

But Song Fubao and He Ling knew the truth—and both their faces turned deathly pale.

“M-Mom…” Song Fubao was terrified, afraid his father would find out.

He Ling tried to calm him down. “Don’t be scared… maybe it was those thugs who took the stuff.”

After all, everyone was gone and there was no proof of who had done it.

Song Fubao’s eyes flickered.

He hadn’t expected that his mother had overheard his conversation with Song Kexing that morning.

If his father ever found out, and started blaming people, he’d just push it all on his mom.

She loved him so much—she’d definitely help him keep the secret.

Just then, a few men stumbled into the warehouse.

They were the ones Father Song had hired to guard the place.

Song Kexing had tied them up and dumped them behind the warehouse, but they had finally broken free.

Hearing noise inside, they rushed in.

The moment they saw Father Song, their eyes lit up, and they all began shouting angrily:

“Mr. Song! You’re finally here! Someone knocked us out and took everything from the warehouse!”

“What? It wasn’t you guys?” Father Song’s face twisted with fury. “Then who the hell did it?!”

One of the men answered, “It was a young woman—she was really skilled. Her face was wrapped in a scarf, but I saw a scar on her face.”

The moment he heard that, Father Song knew exactly who it was.

“Song Kexing! You ungrateful wretch! I’ll kill you! Ahhhh!”

Father Song roared in fury, completely losing his mind.

Meanwhile, hidden in the rafters above the warehouse, Song Kexing sat comfortably eating watermelon, thoroughly enjoying the scene.

Maruko clutched a huge slice of watermelon, munching happily.

Hearing Father Song cursing, the little guy huffed indignantly:

【Big Boss, he’s so mean! He keeps yelling at you. Should I teach him a lesson?】

【No need. Someone else will take care of him later. Let’s just enjoy the show.】 Song Kexing replied.

【Okay!】 Maruko dug into its pouch and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds, offering them. 【Big Boss, have some seeds!】

Song Kexing gave its fluffy little head a rub and smiled sweetly: 【Good little one~】

【Hehe~ I’m Big Boss’s good baby~】

Maruko squinted its eyes in delight.

…

After his fit of rage, Father Song finally noticed something odd.

Back in the basement, he would rather starve than tell Song Kexing the truth.

So how did she find out about the warehouse?

He turned to look at his wife and son—and noticed their expressions were off.

“Speak! Who told that unfilial girl about this place?!”

Frightened by his father’s fury, Song Fubao immediately shouted:

“Dad, it was Mom! This morning, Song Kexing tempted her with a steamed bun, and she gave it away!”

“Fubao!” He Ling stared at him in disbelief. “How could you…”

But before she could finish, Father Song kicked her to the ground.

“You damn traitor! You threw away our future for a bun! How could you be so stupid!”

He kicked her down and then started punching wildly.

At this moment, he was like a furious lion, howling and unleashing all his fury with his fists.

He Ling couldn’t fight back at all and was soon a bloody mess, crying uncontrollably.

Song Fubao cowered in the corner, too scared to move.

The men who had been guarding the warehouse couldn’t stand the sight anymore and struggled to pull Father Song away.

Even as they held him back, he kept panting and shouting that he wanted to beat her to death.

But not wanting to get involved in someone else’s family mess—especially worried Father Song would blame them for the lost goods and make them pay—they all left without looking back.

Just as Father Song was about to go back for more, another man ran in from outside.

Without a word, he punched Father Song straight in the face!

“Song Jianye, you’ve completely ruined me!”

It was the contact who was supposed to help the family flee tonight.

Though he had been hit, Father Song still held his temper and asked:

“Old Zhang, why did you hit me?! What happened?!”

“You still have the nerve to ask?!” Old Zhang shouted furiously.

“Do you know you were reported for trying to flee abroad tonight? You dragged me down too! The public security bureau is already tracing me!”

“What?!!”

In that instant, Father Song and his family turned pale as paper…