Chapter 20: Draining the Scumbag Father’s Family Fortune

Day Six.

The whole family of three had fallen into a hunger-induced stupor, so weak they couldn’t even open their eyelids.

“Hungry… hungry… so hungry…”

Song Fubao mumbled to himself, feeling like his internal organs were on fire.

Song Father lay motionless on the ground.

He Ling, on the other hand, was growing anxious.

Though disappointed in her son, she still didn’t want anything to happen to him.

Another day of agonizing torment passed.

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Day Seven, Daytime.

Everyone was so weak from hunger that they couldn’t move and had slipped into unconsciousness.

At that moment, a slender figure slowly appeared in the basement.

Song Kexing’s cool voice rang beside Song Fubao’s ear:

“Tell me where your father hid the family fortune, and I’ll give you a bun to eat.”

As she spoke, she held a bun in her hand, waving it right in front of his nose.

The aroma of the bun made Song Fubao’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably. He snapped out of unconsciousness in an instant.

“Give it to me… let me eat…”

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes locked onto the bun like a starving wolf.

Song Kexing said coldly, “I’ll give it to you—if you tell me the address. If not… I’ll toss it.”

Song Fubao panicked. “Don’t throw it… don’t… I’ll talk…”

Very quickly, he revealed an address in the outskirts of Beijing.

When a person is in extreme weakness, it’s easy to extract the truth from them.

Song Kexing wasn’t worried he was lying.

She had plenty of ways to make them talk.

Tossing down the bun, Song Kexing turned and walked away.

Song Fubao immediately snatched up the bun and began devouring it ravenously.

But because he ate too fast, he ended up choking.

“Cough… cough…”

“Fubao… what’s wrong… are you okay…”

He Ling’s weak voice drifted over.

“Cough… ugh… I’m fine…”

Afraid his mother would try to take the bun from him, Song Fubao quickly covered his mouth.

He Ling’s eyes dimmed instantly.

She had vaguely heard parts of the earlier conversation between her son and Song Kexing.

Though her son gave away the address, she didn’t blame him.

Today was the last day—someone would probably come save them tonight.

Besides, that place was guarded.

Even if Song Kexing went there, she wouldn’t gain much.

Her son had probably considered that before revealing the truth.

But if her husband found out, he’d definitely be furious.

After all, Song Kexing was far too crazy—who knew what might happen?

Still, He Ling was thinking of her son’s well-being. If things were exposed later, she would take the blame for him.

But watching her son sneakily eat the bun without sparing even a crumb for her, his own mother…

He Ling’s heart once again chilled to the core.

Truly cold… utterly cold.

——

While He Ling was still grieving…

On the other side, Song Kexing had already set out for the outskirts.

This time, she was dressed fairly inconspicuously.

Wearing dull gray clothes and a scarf covering her face, she didn’t attract any attention.

She took three buses, transferred twice, and finally arrived in the suburbs.

Song Kexing then walked for over half an hour before she finally saw a wooden cabin hidden among the wilderness and trees.

[Maruko: Boss, there are people guarding the door. There are several inside the house too.]

Maruko flapped its little wings and quickly came back to report.

[Song Kexing: Mm, got it.]

This time, she didn’t bother with disguises—she boldly walked straight over.

The guards at the door immediately shouted:

“Where did this brat come from? This is a restricted area! Get lost!”

Song Kexing didn’t waste words.

In a flash, she dashed forward—throat lock, knock-out blow—done in three seconds!

After washing her marrow and transforming her body with spatial spiritual spring water, her skills had become formidable.

She had also trained constantly inside the space, drinking the water daily—her combat power had soared.

Her body wasn’t just immune to toxins now—it was extremely resilient. Fighting two or three dozen strong men at once wasn’t a problem.

You could say, apart from modern firearms, no one could beat Song Kexing now.

And even with firearms, it wasn’t certain they could.

After all, her space held a truckload of guns and explosives.

The people inside the house heard the noise and rushed out.

Song Kexing swiftly advanced—one clean, decisive round of combat.

In under five minutes, the whole group was subdued.

She tied them all up, stuffed their own stinky socks into their mouths, knocked them out, and dumped them behind the wooden cabin.

Then, she casually strolled into the house.

The cabin turned out to be an abandoned warehouse, roughly 300 square meters in size.

To the left were some tables, chairs, and wooden beds—places for the guards to rest.

The right half was covered by a large gray tarp, beneath which the outlines of wooden crates were faintly visible.

With one strong yank, Song Kexing flung the tarp aside.

Rows of old-style wooden crates were instantly exposed to view.

Song Kexing raised an eyebrow.

She had expected the Song family to have some hidden wealth—but not this much.

They really were big-time capitalists—filthy rich!

Curious about what was inside, little Maruko flapped its wings and huffed and puffed as it opened one crate after another.

When all the crates were opened, even the heiress of the richest family, Song Kexing herself…

Was completely stunned by the scene before her.