"Where are you? Why aren't you home so late? Where's Lingling?"

She didn't answer the two missed calls on her phone, and Xie Yuan sent her a message, but Song Xia still pretended not to see it.

She scoffed. Xie Yuan was a master of pretense. Perhaps his pursuit from the very beginning was all a scheme. After all, his mistress was his childhood sweetheart! And their illegitimate child was even older than Lingling!

"Still not answering the phone? Her temper is getting worse and worse. Just because she was born into a privileged family, does she think she can look down on us? All her parents left her was a few stinking coins. Isn't this company under your management now? I told you from the beginning that we shouldn't marry a rich girl like her." Zhang Yuefen said angrily while cracking sunflower seeds. "She's just a little brat. Why raise her so delicately? She'll still have to get married in the future."

Xie Yuan frowned and remained silent, but Xie Chuancai coughed and said, "Say less."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuefen became even more displeased, raising her voice to shout, "When she was at home, she was always finding fault with everything. First, she said I didn't change my shoes; second, she said I left my socks lying around; and third, she said I didn't flush the toilet. Now that she's gone, I don't even have the freedom to speak? How dare she be so arrogant? I'm still her elder. In the past, she would have had to kneel down and serve me tea. She has no manners and isn't even as sensible as Shanshan."

When Zuo Shan was mentioned, Xie Chuancai shifted the topic to his grandson, and his usually stern face softened considerably: "How is Tianci?"

Zhang Yuefen smiled brightly: "My dear grandson is doing very well. He's as strong as a calf, not at all like a sickly little brat."

"Zuo Shan has raised the child very well. I'll send more things over another day."

"What do you mean by another day? Anyway, Song Xia isn't answering her calls or replying to her messages, so let's go to our grandson's place together and cook him some delicious dishes while we're at it."

Xie Yuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll call Song Xia again and ask about Lingling's situation."

But obviously, Song Xia still wouldn't accept it, so the family of three emptied their house of all the high-end ingredients and sent them to Zuo Shan.

At the same time, Song Xia contacted the most famous law firm in the area. She wanted to resolve her marital dispute with Xie Yuan and the Song family's financial disputes as soon as possible. The Xie family members were not worthy of enjoying her wealth, and Xie Yuan's mistress and illegitimate child were even less so.

"Ms. Song, your demand is for Xie Yuan to leave with nothing? That's a bit difficult right now. However, according to you, he has an illegitimate child and often visits him with his parents. It won't be hard to sue him for bigamy. In addition, he is suspected of transferring assets, so the judge's decision on the distribution of assets will favor you. You can still get the majority of the share because he is the party at fault, and the child will most likely be awarded to you for custody."

Song Xia remained calm: "My parents made a will before I got married, and all the Song family's property belongs to me, so he has no right to inherit, right? Also, I have the right to recover the money he spent on his mistress and illegitimate child, don't I?"

The lawyer said seriously, "If there is a will, then everything in the Song family has nothing to do with Xie Yuan. The joint property of you and your husband is only the part that generated benefits after marriage, plus the part that was returned by the third party. Ms. Song, we are confident that we can make Xie Yuan lose everything, but we need you to give us some time to collect evidence."

"Time is not an issue, I just want Xie Yuan to get his comeuppance."

The lawyers had encountered similar property disputes before, but they rarely saw someone as audacious as this "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success through poverty alleviation). They felt increasingly sympathetic towards Song Xia.

“Mom…” Lingling slowly woke up, and the lawyers took their leave at the opportune moment.

"Ms. Song, we can discuss the specifics later. From now on, our law firm has accepted your case. Please rest assured, we are 90% confident in our ability to win this case."

"Thank you for your help. I will cooperate as much as possible with the relevant evidence collection."

"Your daughter still needs your company, no need to see her off, goodbye."

"Mother……"

"Lingling, how are you?" Song Xia held her daughter's hand. "Is anything bothering you?"

"With Mommy here, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere." Xie Lingling gave Song Xia a sweet and dependent smile, nuzzling her cheek against Song Xia's, which made Song Xia feel incredibly sorry for her.

She didn't ask Lingling why she suddenly developed a fever, because Zhang Yuefen, that shrew, was used to using underhanded tricks. Lingling was just a three-year-old child; how could she possibly understand anything? Besides, she didn't want her daughter to relive the pain. Those relatives could be forgotten gradually. After the divorce, she wouldn't let Lingling have any more contact with them.

"Are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat?" Song Xia gently stroked her daughter's face.

"I want to drink porridge." Lingling obediently moved aside. "Mom, lie down too."

Song Xia's eyes stung slightly. Such an obedient daughter, what about the hearts of those people?

"Mom isn't tired."

Xie Lingling was very stubborn: "Mom is tired, Mom will sleep with me."

Seeing this, Song Xia stopped refusing, carefully avoiding the IV needle, hugged her daughter in her arms, and then half-reclined on the hospital bed: "Besides porridge, what else do you want to eat? Mom will order some takeout."

"No, I'm not hungry."

"How about Mom orders some yam and pork rib congee, and some steamed buns too, so we can eat together?"

Lingling replied seriously, "Yes, no lamb."

"Yes, our Lingling can't eat mutton."

Song Xia gently patted her daughter to comfort her. Even a child knows that she can't eat mutton, but those two old folks wouldn't listen. They even said that Lingling was a picky eater and insisted on correcting her picky eating habits. She had told them countless times that severe allergies could be fatal.

The system asked blankly, "I don't understand. They clearly committed murder intentionally, so why can they escape punishment by using nice-sounding names and relying on their family connections?"

Song Xia sneered: "Just like you said, the world is full of wonders, and there are always unreasonable things, but they won't have that kind of luck anymore."

Finding a lawyer to divorce and divide the property is only the first step. She wants to drive the Xie family to desperation before settling accounts for being driven insane and locked up in a mental hospital, as well as Lingling's death.

"If I take action against these people and it affects that child, will you stop me?"

The system seemed puzzled by her question: "Who? Xie Tianci? Why should I stop you?"

"He's just a child too."

The system replied matter-of-factly, "Although it has nothing to do with him, he is currently enjoying resources that do not belong to him. It's just a matter of correcting the situation. Why should I stop it? If there is any impact, it is caused by those few people, not you. You are just protecting your and Lingling's legitimate interests."

Song Xia smiled and said, "That's good."

Since that's the case, she doesn't need to hold back when dealing with these people.

The system felt that Song Xia was in some danger, but why was it so excited? She truly was the one it had chosen; it had a feeling that the days spent with Xia Xia would be incredibly exciting.