Song Mengmeng took her younger brother to the hospital and had his wounds treated.
Her stepbrother had a fierce and menacing look on his face. Even the nurse treating his wounds seemed impatient. The stinging hydrogen peroxide she applied to his face made him grimace in pain, making his expression even more terrifying.
"B*tch, do you deserve a beating?!" He roared at the nurse.
"I'm sorry, he's a school child. He didn't mean to."
Song Mengmeng was extremely embarrassed. Looking at the young nurse's face, which was as black as the bottom of a cauldron, holding a syringe filled with an anti-inflammatory injection, she wasn't sure if there was a bit of revenge in her heart. She ripped up Song Baogen's fat arm and jabbed him with the needle.
"Ah—" Song Baogen roared like a pig being slaughtered.
"Monster, you did that on purpose!"
The nurse tidied up the medical supplies and couldn't even be bothered to look at him. She raised her chin and angrily went back to the doctor's office to help out. She hated dealing with such troublesome and annoying little kids. She was seething with anger.
"Song Baogen, you've been here for seven years now, do you think you're still a child? Your mouth is so foul, that Pei Yi classmate should have punched you more just now."
Song Mengmeng saw that he had no internal injuries, so she quickly took him away from the hospital to avoid disturbing the doctors and nurses from working.
"Stay out of this!"
This person, ungrateful as can be, glared at her with fury and spat a curse before bolting out of the hospital.
Song Mengmeng chased after him in her 7-inch high heels, but he was already gone.
Her phone rang. She glanced at it, and her mood immediately darkened. She didn't want to answer, but the person on the other end was insistent, calling over and over again as if they were giving her an order.
"Where did you take the baby?!" A sharp and anxious female voice came from the phone, immediately questioning her sternly.
Song Mengmeng extremely disliked this voice, feeling a tightness in her chest. She had no desire to communicate with her stepmother, Mo Yun.
"The teacher said, 'Baby was beaten up at school! How is he now?' "
"Why didn't you tell me right away? Where did you take him?"
Song Mengmeng sarcastically said, "There's nothing I can do if your son doesn't want to find you."
She was really fed up talking to this phony woman. Just hearing Mo Yun's voice made her feel sick, especially Song Baogen's stout and stocky figure. He was seven or eight years old and still called himself "baby."
"Bring him back at once!" A stern male voice then took over, that of her father.
The phone call was disconnected, and Song's father was certain that Song Mengmeng would definitely listen to him and do as he said.
Song Mengmeng was in a complicated mood.
She went to the school again and again to help him wipe his butt, it wasn't entirely because her parents forced her. That dead kid, Song Baogen.
"You obviously hate me, why are you bothering with me!"
Song Mengmeng drove around the hospital a few times and finally found him at the door of a convenience store. It was rare to see her classmate beaten up so badly, with a swollen head and bruised face, covered in red medicine. He was squatting behind the glass door of someone else's convenience store, looking like a gangster.
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"Your dad is calling you home." Song Mengmeng went up and grabbed him.
"Get out of here!" Song Baogen, at the age of seven, was surprisingly strong. He shoved her hard in the abdomen, causing Song Mengmeng to stumble backward and almost fall.
Song Baogen always had a strong animosity toward her, and Song Mengmeng especially disliked this stepbrother from the beginning.
"Well, I don't care about you anymore. I'll send your location to them."
Song Mengmeng also had a temper, turning her head and about to leave. As a result, Song Baogen suddenly made a move, stepped forward and grabbed her, snatched her phone, with a sinister face, roared, "Don't let them find me, I don't want to see them!!"
A few righteous male shop assistants quickly rushed out, thinking she had been robbed of her phone by hooligans. They immediately surrounded Song Bao-gen and shouted, "Return the phone to this lady at once, or we'll call the police!"
Song Bao Gen is a tough guy, he hates it most when people drink to him.
Turning around, he charged like a little beast, biting down on the front male clerk's arm. Though short in stature, he possessed immense strength, swinging his fists wildly at the other man as if unleashing the anger of being beaten by classmates earlier.
Another male employee saw this and immediately rushed forward to pull him away.
Although Song Baogen is just a elementary school student, he doesn't cause any trouble at all. Even when held down by two adults, he still thrashed about and snarled, his eyes looking fierce like a wild wolf.
Who's child is this? They will definitely become a social scum and degenerate when they grow up.
Every person who has seen Song Baogen cannot help but despise him.

Song Mengmeng was so startled by this sudden turn of events that she was completely dumbfounded. When she finally came to her senses, she saw the two adults raising their hands to discipline Song Baogen, and she rushed forward, grabbing them.
"He is my brother." She hastily explained.
Now, the two male shop assistants were even more dumbfounded. What kind of sibling relationship was this?
"Not his blood, is he?" One man glared at Song Bao Gen with disgust. He wished this was his brother, beating him to death every day.
"Mind your own business!" Song Baogen, though short in stature, had a fiery temper.
In the end, Song Mengmeng still solved it with money.
"Do you know you're really a spendthrift!" Song Mengmeng pulled him back into the car, locked it, and started the engine before she couldn't help but reprimand him.
Over the past two years, she has spent millions of dollars apologizing and compensating him.
"Why are you giving them money?!"
Song Baogeng in the back seat looked furious. "They're crazy to threaten me with calling the police! I only bit him because they did. You're the one who's stupid, wasting your money by giving it to everyone."
Song Mengmeng was driving, gritting her teeth and turning the steering wheel angrily.
Don't reason with this dead child, truly evil people should be met with evil. I look forward to the next time that good student Pei Yi beats him up harder.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Song Baogeng was annoyed when he saw her concentrating on driving.
She pounded on the car window frantically, her hands aching. She acted as if he were air, and his anger grew. The worst part was that he refused to go back to the Song family; he didn't want to return.
"I don't want to go back now!" He always dragged his feet and got home late at night.
He wants to apply for on-campus housing, but his family disagrees, and the teachers at school are also against him living on campus.
Song Mengmeng didn't understand either. He was like an emperor at the Song family, being as willful as he pleased. Just hearing his name, "Song Baogen," you know it means "treasure" and "ancestral root." Thinking about it is a bit disgusting.
I don't know what got into him, but Song Baogen seems to have a real problem with his own family.
"Where are you taking me?" he demanded, his voice sharp as he glared out the window, realizing they weren't heading back to Song's house.
Song Mengmeng slammed on the brakes and didn't give him a good look. She threw out a sentence, "I'm hungry." She opened the car lock and got out of the car by herself.
Song Baogen quickly followed her into a very ordinary couple's noodle shop. "Boss, two bowls of pork bone noodles, one large and one small."
"Okay."
Song Mengmeng often came to patronize, the proprietress knew her well and immediately cooked noodles for her.
Song Baogen looked at this week's table and chairs with disdain, and kicked a chair impolitely, "You're so poor that you have to come to this kind of place to eat?"
"You can leave if you don't want to eat."
Song Mengmeng wore designer clothes, not minding at all. There were some messy oil stains on the table, and she took a tissue to wipe them off herself.
"Humph." Song Baogen snorted.
Actually, Song Mengmeng wasn't hungry. It was Song Baogen who ate aggressively, grabbing the chopsticks and finishing the large bowl of pork bone noodles in a few bites. He ordered another bowl and even complained about the noodle shop, eating honestly with his body.
She knew that Song Baogen, with his tall body and little brain, would get especially hungry after a vacation.
"I have my own money, I don't need your pitiful money, hmph!"
After eating and drinking his fill, Song Baogen reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill, eager to pay.
"Since you have money, just pay." Song Mengmeng didn't fight him for the bill either, and she wasn't really in the mood to deal with him. She seemed to stand up, but Song Baogen grabbed her arm again. "You haven't finished your noodles!" he said gruffly.
"I'm full," Song Mengmeng replied casually.
Song Bao Gen looked at her, then at the small bowl of noodles she was eating. Though she was only seven or eight years old, her eyes were sinister.
"With your stomach only that small, can you not eat a big bowl anymore?" He asked awkwardly behind her.
Song Mengmeng feigned ignorance, as if she hadn't understood what he said. She opened the car door and said, "Now that your grandpa is full, can you take me home now?"
" Sima An is not a good person!"
Mr. Song Baogen sat in the car just like before, and he shouted at her as if to remind her.
Song Mengmeng slammed the car door shut and glared at him, "Really? How do you know?"
"Of course I know!"
A child of seven or eight weeks old, would not provoke a fight. Although Song Baogen was usually aggressive and fierce, he still held back, "I saw it!"
He saw Sima An taking a woman to a hotel room. Don't think he doesn't know just because he's young.