“It’s too late for that now. Take your precious son, Lin Zhengping, and get the hell out of the Lin family.”  

“And don’t forget—you owe me 100 million. Every last cent better be returned to me. Lin Zhengping knows exactly what I’m capable of.”  

No one had ever dared to scheme against her, and no one ever would. The Wang family must have a death wish, thinking they could pull this off.  

Wang Youfu and his family of three turned deathly pale when they realized Lin Wanwan was serious.  

This wasn’t the outcome they’d hoped for.  

What they wanted was endless wealth and a luxurious mansion. But now, because of Lin Wanwan’s words, not only had their dreams shattered, but they were also saddled with a debt of 100 million.  

A hundred million—what kind of astronomical figure was that? The Wang family, whose entire net worth didn’t even add up to 5,000, couldn’t even fathom it.  

Terrified, the three of them tried to flee, abandoning Lin Zhengping, but the ever-vigilant security guards caught them.  

If the young mistress hadn’t given them permission to leave, they weren’t going anywhere.  

Auntie Wang, sharp as ever, fetched ropes from the storeroom and tied up the Wang family like trussed-up pigs ready for slaughter during the New Year.  

Lin Wanwan wore a smile, but it sent chills down their spines, making their hair stand on end.  

It was as if, at any moment, she would bare her fangs and devour them whole, leaving not even bones behind.  

“Zhengping, I’m your father! Tell your adoptive mother to let us go!” Wang Youfu screamed, pleading for Lin Zhengping’s help.  

Guo Shujuan and Wang Yaozong, shaken by the ordeal, turned pale and begged Lin Wanwan for mercy.  

But how could Lin Zhengping spare a thought for his family when he was already drowning in his own crisis? His mind was consumed by one thing—his adoptive mother was disowning him.  

“Mom, I’m your only son. If you kick me out, who’s going to take care of you when you’re old?”  

Using her future as leverage? Only an idiot like him would try such a pathetic move. The corner of Lin Wanwan’s lips curled in disdain.  

For one, she only had three months left to live. And even if that weren’t the case, with her billions in assets, the line of people begging to call her “Mom” could stretch all the way to Country F.  

“Lin Zhengping, it seems I’ve spoiled you rotten over the years. You’ve forgotten what you really are—how dare you threaten me?”  

Lin Zhengping’s face drained of color.  

He had been counting on that. Because he knew that without Lin Wanwan as his mother, without the Lin family, he was nothing.  

He couldn’t bear a life of hardship. And most of all, he couldn’t give up the Shengshi (Prosperity) Group, which was supposed to be handed over to him in just a few years.  

He refused to let this unimaginable fortune slip through his fingers.  

The position of Shengshi Group’s CEO belonged to him, Lin Zhengping—no one else would take it from him.  

“Mom, I was being foolish earlier. I made you angry, and I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”  

After a brief pause, he turned to his biological parents, tied up like livestock, a flicker of pain flashing in his eyes.  

“If they upset you, just throw them out. I promise they’ll never appear in front of you again.”  

“And you’re the only mother I’ll ever acknowledge.”  

For now, he had no choice but to sacrifice his birth parents. Once he inherited the Shengshi Group and secured his position as CEO, he’d make it up to them tenfold.  

As for Lin Wanwan—this wretched woman—he’d sell her overseas to pay her back for the humiliation she’d put him through today.  

But the older ginger was spicier. Lin Zhengping was still too young, thinking he could hide his schemes when Lin Wanwan saw right through him.  

Including the venom and cruelty in his eyes.  

It had been fleeting, but Lin Wanwan caught it all the same.  

Her heart sank.  

She’d thought he was just a fool. But it turned out he was also an ungrateful, backstabbing wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Having weathered countless storms, Lin Wanwan felt, for the first time, that she had been blindsided.

She cursed herself inwardly for her poor judgment.  

But it wasn’t too late to fix things before they spiraled out of control.  

Seeing his adoptive mother remain silent, Lin Zhengping’s heart pounded wildly. Out of desperation, he resorted to emotional manipulation.  

“Mom, when I was little and had a fever over 40 degrees, you were in Country M closing a business deal. But you dropped everything—a deal worth hundreds of millions—and flew back overnight just to stay by my side. You said I’d always be your only son. Don’t you remember any of that?”  

“Hmm… I remember.”  

Lin Zhengping’s face lit up with hope. He knew she couldn’t truly abandon him.  

But what Lin Wanwan said next left him utterly dumbfounded.  

“I gave up that 500-million deal to fly back and take care of you. So now, you owe me every last cent of it.”  

Lin Zhengping exploded in anger. “Mom, I’m your son! How can you do this to me?”  

“I warned you not to call me ‘Mom.’ If you do it again, I’ll have your tongue cut out.”  

The threat sent a cold sweat down Lin Zhengping’s spine. He shrank back, too afraid to speak.  

“You’re just an adopted son, not blood. Soon, I’ll freeze your black card and announce publicly that Lin Zhengping is no longer my son.”  

The devastating news made Lin Zhengping collapse to the floor, sobbing pitifully, snot and tears streaming down his face.  

Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, he scrambled to Lin Wanwan’s feet, clinging desperately to her leg.  

“Mom, I was wrong! Please forgive me just this once!”  

“Mom, I can’t leave the Lin family. I can’t live without you—”  

Lin Wanwan shot Auntie Wang a look. Immediately, the nanny and several bodyguards rushed forward to drag Lin Zhengping away.  

“Gag him. I don’t want to hear another word.”  

Auntie Wang obeyed, tying him up with ropes. In her eyes, anyone who hurt the young mistress was an enemy.  

Exhausted and acutely aware of her limited time, Lin Wanwan had no patience left for this family’s theatrics.  

With ruthless efficiency, she ordered Lin Zhengping’s expensive custom-tailored suit stripped off him. Still, after so many years together, a sliver of sentiment remained.  

She wasn’t completely heartless—she left him his underwear.  

“You have three days to return 600 million.” With that, Lin Wanwan had the Wang family thrown out.  

Including Lin Zhengping, now disowned and discarded.  

Standing in nothing but his underwear, Lin Zhengping glared venomously at the gates of the Lin estate.  

This humiliation… I’ll make that bitch Lin Wanwan pay a thousand times over.

Everything the Lin family owns will be mine.

Shengshi Group belongs to me—and only me.  

“Husband, what do we do now? Six hundred million! Even if we sold our whole family, we couldn’t pay that back!” Guo Shujuan covered her face and wailed in despair.  

Before Wang Youfu could speak, their eldest son, Wang Yaozong, cut in.  

“This is all his fault! It’s got nothing to do with us. If that bitch Lin Wanwan wants repayment, she can go after him!”  

Wang Youfu shot his younger son a look of disgust. They had hoped this would be their ticket to riches—instead, they were left with nothing but trouble.  

Useless brat. Couldn’t even handle an old woman. 

We were right to abandon him back then.

“Dad, Mom, Big Brother… don’t worry,” Lin Zhengping said darkly. “I won’t let that bitch Lin Wanwan lay a finger on you.”