Dad's secret family of eight years was finally discovered by Mom. She vowed to cut ties with him, even if it meant leaving with nothing. This time, I stopped her. Because I was reborn. Dad has a terminal illness and is about to die. As long as we outlast him, all his assets will belong to Mom and me. 1 "Joy, if Daddy and Mommy separate, do you want to live with Mommy?" When Mom asked me this question again, I finally didn't hesitate. I told her firmly, "Mom, don't divorce him." Mom's eyes reddened. "Do you know that your father's illegitimate child is only six months younger than you? How can I swallow this? If we divorce, out of sight, out of mind. Come with Mommy, okay? Mommy only has you." "Mom, no!" "Why?" she asked. Because I was reborn. In my last life, when Mom and Dad divorced, to fight for my custody, Mom left the marriage with nothing, giving up all the property. The house, money, and company that Mom and Dad built from scratch all fell into the hands of that mother and son. Two months after the divorce, Dad died of terminal stomach cancer. He let Mom know about their existence only because he was dying. He wanted to pave the way for his illegitimate son but couldn't bear to let Mom take half the assets. He insisted on my custody, and Mom, to take me with her, had to give up the wealth they had built together for years. The moment he got the divorce certificate, he married the mistress. After his death, the mistress and her son legally inherited all his assets. As for Mom and me, the mistress drove us to extinction. Mom's attempts at starting a business or finding a job were all ruined by them. Even when she set up a street stall, they hired thugs to target her. To raise me, Mom had to work as a hostess, eventually falling into the sex trade. The mistress tortured Mom for ten years. Finally, on my 18th birthday, Mom jumped from a 21-story building. After Mom died, the mistress didn't let me go. She paid people to bully me at school, twisting the truth to say I was the illegitimate daughter and Mom was the homewrecker. Orphaned and isolated, I was hit by a speeding truck on a dazed night and died. The capital used to besiege Mom and me came from the assets the mistress inherited from Dad. In this life, I will protect Mom and not let that scum succeed. 2 "Mom, do you believe in dreams?" I recounted everything that happened in my past life to Mom. Mom murmured to herself, "I wouldn't objectify myself to do such lowly things, nor would I leave you behind." I know, but when backed into a corner, who can guarantee they won't grab the only straw available, even if it's covered in filth? Disheartened by Dad's betrayal, Mom had neglected the company. Dad took advantage of this time to feign trying to keep Mom, making her think he still had feelings for her. Meanwhile, he consolidated control over the company while Mom was distracted. Mom was skeptical, but her love for me was bone-deep. Even if it was just a dream, she would verify it. Mom went back to the company. In the evening, she and Dad came back together. Dad's face was tense and ugly. I approached him, "Dad, are you a dirty cucumber?" Dad was so angry his chest heaved, unable to catch his breath. "Netizens say a cheating man is like a dirty cucumber; you can't use it no matter how much you like it." Mom covered my mouth, "Stop surfing the web so much, don't talk nonsense and learn those dirty things." I nodded quickly. Mom let go, and I asked again, "Mom, Dad, will you still get a divorce?" Mom smiled, "Of course not. Mommy has forgiven Daddy. Our family of three will be fine." Dad's face turned green and purple. He scolded me a bit and went to his room without dinner. Mom's phone pinged. She went to shower, and I expertly unlocked her phone. The mistress, Wanda, came to provoke Mom. She sent Mom photos of her and Dad being intimate. Her words goaded Mom to divorce Dad quickly. She called Mom a hen that couldn't lay eggs, mocking Mom for not being as open as her and not pleasing Dad. She claimed she and Dad were true love, and if Grandpa hadn't forced Dad to marry Mom, they would be the rightful family. I replied for Mom, "I don't believe it. Your photos are photoshopped, right? I remember Old Yuan has a big mole on his left buttock, but your photos don't show it." Wanda actually sent a spicy video. To provoke Mom, it was a 360-degree HD video. The big mole on Dad's left buttock was very clear. Disgusting. Fighting the urge to vomit, I downloaded the original photos and video, sent them to my account, and deleted the chat history. After dinner, I opened my laptop, imported the video and photos. I applied heavy mosaics to Dad and Wanda's private parts and posted them on my Moments (social media feed). Caption: "Auntie says her technique is good, and Mom isn't as open as her. Now Dad dislikes Mom and wants a divorce. What should I do? Joy doesn't want to be a child without a father (Crying Emoji)." I'm not even nine yet. Posting this kind of stuff shouldn't land me in juvie, right? 3 Dad played the emotional card with Mom, while Wanda provoked Mom to divorce quickly. Nice calculation. I knew Dad would be angry, but I didn't expect him to be this furious. He slapped me so hard two of my teeth flew out. God, it hurt so much. But compared to the excruciating pain of being crushed by a truck, this slap was a drizzle. Mom pounced on him, scratching his face into a bloody mess. He ordered me to delete the video, and I obediently did. But deleting it was useless. After a night, who knows how many people saved their video? My Moments friends include several aunties who are always surfing the forefront of gossip. I believe their combat power won't disappoint Dad. Dad scolded Mom, "Look at the good daughter you raised!" He slammed the door and left. My mouth was full of blood. Mom cried and wanted to take me to the hospital. I refused. "Mom, when in trouble, find the police uncle." Mom felt sorry for me and wanted to take me to the hospital first, but I dragged her to the police station. Holding a mouthful of bloody water all the way, I finally spat it out inside the station. With blood in my mouth, I tremblingly extended my hand to a pretty police auntie, holding my two teeth. "Auntie, Joy wants to report a crime..." Dad had smooth sailing for so many years; this must be his first time in a police station. And for beating his own daughter. Successful and spirited as he was these years, he had never lost face like this. His face turned green and purple, changing colors. I lost two teeth, and my face was swollen like a soaked bun. The police auntie said my injuries warranted administrative detention. If Mom and I insisted, Dad could be detained for five days or fined. Locking Dad up was exactly what I wanted. It bought Mom five more days. Dad brought up my posting his private video. I quickly pulled out my kid's phone, opened the video of Wanda and Dad, turned the brightness to max, and showed the uncles and aunties present. "This is the video Dad talked about. The auntie said Dad likes her technique, she gave birth to a son for Dad, and told Mom to divorce Dad quickly. Although Dad is a rotten cabbage, Joy doesn't want Dad and Mom to divorce. Joy doesn't want to be without a father. Joy just wanted to ask the family on Moments for advice..." Speaking of the sad part, my tears flowed like two rushing rivers, washing over my swollen cheeks. If there were a crack in the floor, I believe Dad would have buried his head in it immediately. After an awkward silence, the police uncles and aunties kindly explained that posting such dirty things on Moments is illegal. But because I was young and ignorant, and deleted it in time, they just gave me a verbal warning. Now everyone knew about Dad's betrayal and despised him even more. Because Mom and I insisted, with the facts laid out, Dad had to sing the iron bars blues for five days. 4 Trading two teeth for five days of time for Mom felt worth it. Now wasn't the time to pity me. After seeing the doctor, I persuaded Mom to go to the company. And told her that several key positions in the company were held by Wanda's relatives. Mom didn't dare delay. She asked a friend to find two strong female bodyguards to take care of me, then rushed to the company to handle things. Dad could be considered what the internet calls a "Phoenix Man"—rising from a poor background. He only had a widowed mother who worked hard to support his education. Mom's family wasn't particularly well-off either, but Grandpa's work unit had allocated him an apartment. The apartment was in the city center, a decent location. After Mom and Dad graduated and married, Grandpa sold the apartment to give them capital. With this money, they grew a small mom-and-pop workshop into a factory now worth nearly a billion. Although Mom is very smart and handles company matters with ease and organization, she values relationships heavily. In my past life, Dad used himself and me to play the emotional card, coaxing her into leaving with nothing. Mom thought she could start over. But the world changes fast. With me as a burden and Wanda chasing her down, let alone starting a business, even feeding us was hard. Children always seem to be the weakness of most mothers. If not for me, how could Mom willingly give up the fruits of her years of hard work? I don't want to repeat the tragedy of my past life. In this life, it's my turn to protect Mom!
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