When Lin Zhengping was still a baby, he was cared for by Lin Wanwan. Later, even as she became busy with work, she still made every effort to spend as much time with him as possible.  

Lin Wanwan knew him better than anyone. At this moment, she could see right through what he was thinking.  

All those years of painstaking nurturing had ultimately gone to waste.  

While Lin Wanwan felt a pang of regret, she also secretly felt relieved—relieved that she hadn’t handed over the position of CEO of the Prosperity Group to him.  

Otherwise, after her death, she’d be so furious that she’d jump out of her coffin to strangle him.  

Soon, Auntie Wang arrived with a few burly security guards in tow.  

Seeing that Lin Wanwan was serious, Wang Youfu and his family of three panicked.  

“Zhengping, are you still holding a grudge over us accidentally losing you back then? We truly didn’t mean for it to happen. Afterward, we sold our house and car to search for you. Your older brother is already in his thirties and still hasn’t been able to marry because of it…”  

“Little brother, you can’t abandon your brother. Everyone else my age already has a whole brood of kids, but your poor brother still doesn’t even have a wife to warm his bed at night.”  

Hearing this, a look of guilt flashed across Lin Zhengping’s face.  

While he had lived a life of luxury in the Lin family, his biological family had sold everything and suffered immensely to find him. It was all his fault as an unfilial son.  

Determined to take responsibility for his family, Lin Zhengping turned to his adoptive mother and shamelessly demanded:  

“Mom, my biological parents don’t even have a place to live now because they spent everything searching for me. If you won’t let them stay in the old house, you should at least arrange a new place for them.  

I think that new development our group built last year would be perfect. Let my parents pick any unit there to live in, and also give my brother a manager position at the company. That way, I can take care of both families in the future.”  

The new development from last year was located in the city center, priced at 80,000 yuan per square meter. Even the smallest unit would cost nearly 20 million yuan.  

Looking at her overreaching adoptive son, Lin Wanwan flexed her wrist. Then, to everyone’s shock, she slapped him several times across the face.  

The crisp sound of palm meeting cheek echoed through the room.  

Lin Zhengping clutched his swollen right cheek, staring at his adoptive mother in disbelief. “…Mom, you hit me.”  

“You’re damn right I hit you. And don’t call me ‘Mom’ anymore—I’m not your mother. Just looking at you disgusts me.”  

The moment these words were spoken, the room fell silent. All eyes were fixed on Lin Wanwan.  

Seeing the situation escalate, Guo Shujuan quickly tugged at her husband and eldest son, urging them to leave.  

“Zhengping, there’s no lasting hatred between mother and son. You two should sit down and talk this out. We have things to do, so we’ll head out first.”  

As long as they kept their foothold, there would be plenty of opportunities later. Before coming, she had already done her research: Lin Wanwan had never married in her life and had only one child—her youngest son.  

Once Lin Wanwan died, the vast Lin family fortune would all belong to her son.  

By then, even if their family of three did nothing, they’d have more money than they could ever spend.  

“Who said you could leave?”  

The Lin family’s security guards, hearing Lin Wanwan’s order, immediately blocked the fleeing trio.

Wang Youfu said resentfully, “Madam, what do you mean by this?”  

Auntie Wang scolded angrily, “Who do you think you are? How dare you claim kinship with our young lady!”  

Being called “nobody,” Wang Youfu’s face darkened like a pot. He vented all his anger on Lin Zhengping.  

“Zhengping, control your family’s maid. Now she dares to shit all over your father’s head. Next thing you know, she’ll bully you, her master!”  

Lin Zhengping said with disgust, “Auntie Wang, in this household, you’re just a servant. Know your place, or I’ll fire you.”  

Auntie Wang’s face turned pale.  

When the old master and mistress passed away, she had promised them to take good care of their daughter.  

She couldn’t leave the Lin family. She couldn’t leave her young lady.  

Lin Wanwan firmly grasped Auntie Wang’s hand, standing up for her. “Lin Zhengping, who gave you the guts to speak to Auntie Wang like that? Apologize to her now!”  

“Mom, she’s just a servant! I’m your son!” Lin Zhengping looked at his adoptive mother in disbelief, his eyes filled with reproach.  

“Apologize!”  

“Mom!”  

Having lost all patience, Lin Wanwan glared at her stubborn adoptive son and slapped him twice across the face, leaving no room for argument. “Apologize.”  

Weighing his options, Lin Zhengping clutched his face and reluctantly apologized to Auntie Wang.  

At that moment, his resentment toward his adoptive mother reached its peak.  

He resented her for forcing him to apologize to a servant.  

He resented her for humiliating him in front of his biological parents.  

He resented her for being stingy—unwilling to even give them a house.  

These were his birth parents, the ones who had given him life!  

Without them, he wouldn’t even exist today.  

At this moment, the ungrateful Lin Zhengping, trapped in his own narrow-mindedness, completely forgot who had raised him all these years.  

Lin Wanwan couldn’t even spare another glance at the fool before her. Her gaze swept past him and landed on Wang Youfu’s family of three.  

“Twenty years ago, I found Lin Zhengping abandoned on the snowy roadside—a tiny thing, nearly frozen to death. Later, I hired the best medical team in the country to save his life. Let’s call that eight million yuan. Add in all the expenses over the years, plus this million-yuan leather sofa your family just dirtied, I’ll generously round it to a hundred million. You have three days to pay me back.”  

Lin Wanwan took a breath and continued coldly, “If I don’t see the money in three days, I’ll take your arms and legs as compensation.”  

She was a shrewd businesswoman who never took losses.  

Since this idiot foster son wanted to return to his birth parents, she wouldn’t stop him. But every cent, every ounce of effort she had spent on him over the years would be repaid—with interest.  

Hearing this, Lin Zhengping panicked, his voice tinged with grievance. “Mom, are you abandoning me? I’m your son!”  

“Now that your birth parents have come for you, of course, I’ll return you to them. Our mother-son bond ends here.”  

Lin Wanwan shook off Lin Zhengping’s hand on her arm. Looking at this fool any longer would take years off her life.  

No, wait—the doctor said she only had three months left. She wanted to die happy.  

“Sister Lin—” Guo Shujuan began, but before she could finish, Auntie Wang swung a mop at her. Terrified, she quickly corrected herself.  

“Ms. Lin, you’ve misunderstood. We never intended to take Zhengping back. We just wanted to see how he was doing all these years. Now that we know you’ve raised him so well, we’re relieved.”  

“We’ll leave now and never bother you again.”