Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Xianglan lowered her body, and the whip whistled past her scalp.

She didn't back down. Taking advantage of the old man's inability to pull back his strength, she grabbed the whip tip and pulled it sharply into her arms.

The old man lost his footing and stumbled forward.

Taking advantage of the situation, Song Xianglan swung her arm and delivered two resounding slaps to the face.

The old man was stunned, seeing stars, and before he could even stand up, he was kicked hard in the stomach again.

"Ouch!"

The old man fell flat on his back to the ground, the whip slipping from his hand.

"What kind of dog are you? You useless beast, all you know is how to beat women." Song Xianglan threw the whip on the ground, not even glancing at the old man groaning on the ground, and turned to help the woman who was huddled on the ground.

Women are terribly afraid.

He held his head in his hands, his body trembling like a leaf.

"Don't be afraid, no one will dare to hit you." Song Xianglan softened her voice and reached out to pull her.

The woman's face was covered in mud and blood, and her disheveled hair covered most of her face.

Song Xianglan took out a handkerchief, carefully wiping away the blood from the corner of her eye, avoiding the wound.

This wipe.

Those terrified eyes were revealed.

Song Xianglan's hand froze, and her heart skipped a beat.

Those eyebrows, those features—they're practically identical to her elder sister, Song Xiangmei.

Erhua, who had been missing for six or seven years.

"Nie Erhua?" Song Xianglan's voice trembled.

Upon hearing those three words, the woman shuddered violently, abruptly looked up, and stared intently at Song Xianglan.

A glimmer of light slowly gathered in those cloudy, dull eyes.

"mom……"

Erhua's lips were chapped and her voice was hoarse. "Mom... I miss you so much."

"You are the mother."

She looked at Song Xianglan and forced a smile.

Her smile held a naive foolishness, yet it was a more heart-wrenching sorrow than tears.

Song Xianglan's eyes instantly reddened, and her heart felt as if it had been clenched by a knife.

She put her arm around Erhua's thin, bony shoulders.

"Erhua, look carefully, I'm your third aunt, I'm your third aunt!"

The light in Erhua's eyes faded again, replaced by a blank stare.

She pushed Song Xianglan away, squatted down with her head in her hands, and muttered nervously:

"A dream...it's just a dream again. I can't find my way home, and my mom doesn't want me anymore...nobody wants me anymore."

"She's my wife, not some 'second-hand flower'."

The old man scrambled to his feet, clutching his cheek, and charged at Erhua with a fierce look, grabbing her arm. "Come back with me. You spendthrift woman, trying to run off with some random guy, are you?"

"You dare touch her and see what happens."

Song Xianglan shielded Erhua behind her, staring intently at the old man.

"What? Your wife? This is my niece. She has a husband and children in her family. She's been missing for six or seven years. You must have abducted her."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers around the scene...

The discussion immediately grew louder.

"Human trafficking? That's a serious crime."

"I think so, that woman isn't normal."

"That old man couldn't find a wife normally. If you woke up in the middle of the night and saw his face, you'd be scared out of your wits."

"This woman is thin, but her features are beautiful."

……

Seeing that things were going badly, the old man started howling at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone, be the judge! This crazy woman is trying to steal my wife. I paid for her, there was a matchmaker and a dowry, how is this considered kidnapping?"

They were making a scene.

Suddenly, seven or eight rural men squeezed in from outside the crowd, each carrying a carrying pole and a basket.

They look like they've come to the city to sell vegetables or something.

"Old Zhang, what's going on?" asked the leader, a dark-faced man.

"This old woman from out of town is bullying me and trying to steal my mother-in-law's wife." When Zhang saw the villagers arrive, he immediately straightened up and pointed at Song Xianglan, "Erzhu, you can be my witnesses. Wasn't my wife a legitimate wife I married?"

"Of course it is."

The dark-faced man named Erzhu slammed his carrying pole on the ground, glared at Song Xianglan, and said, "This woman was brought here personally by her brother when he visited relatives. He said it was to raise money for his mother's medical treatment and to get a bride price. He asked for a high price and said he didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore."

We attended a wedding banquet in the village; this is Old Zhang's wife, she's been with him for six or seven years.

"Your brain has been injected with wrinkle-removing injections, there's not a single wrinkle. You just spout nonsense smeared with shit and piss." Song Xianglan was so angry that she was trembling all over. "She has no relatives here. This is a gang crime, a den of human traffickers, a bandit's den."

"Investigate your village; you'll find that more than half the wives were trafficked."

"Stop wasting your breath on her; she's definitely trying to trick people into selling them for money."

Erzhu waved his hand, "Take them away. Anyone who dares to stop us is going against Zhangjiazhuang!"

Several men rushed forward and reached out to drag Erhua away.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Old Man Zhang grabbed Erhua's hair and pulled her roughly into his arms.

"Ah... Mom, save me!" Erhua screamed.

"You bunch of half-paralyzed, completely crippled, brainwashed animals who raised donkeys, I will not let Erhua go with you!" Song Xianglan's eyes reddened as she pushed Old Man Zhang aside and protected Erhua as she retreated.

The other side has more people.

They were strong laborers who were used to doing farm work.

In chaos.

It's unclear whose fist landed on Song Xianglan's back.

That punch was extremely heavy, making her throat taste sweet and her joints feel like they were grinding together.

Song Xianglan ignored the pain.

He grabbed Erzhu's outstretched hand tightly and bit it.

He used all his strength, his teeth sank into his flesh, and the taste of blood exploded in his mouth instantly.

"Ah! Let go, you old mad dog!" Erzhu howled in pain, and swung his other fist to smash Song Xianglan's head.

"Bang!"

Song Xianglan's head buzzed, and her vision went black, but she wouldn't let go of her mouth.

"Beat her! Beat this crazy woman to death!" Old Zhang shouted from the side.

The onlookers dared not help.

Everyone knows about Zhangjiazhuang, which is like a bandit village.

Fists rained down on him.

Song Xianglan endured it, kicking wildly, aiming specifically at the men's groins.

"Don't hit my mom! Don't hit my mom!"

Erhua, who had been squatting on the ground, suddenly went berserk when she saw Song Xianglan's face covered in blood. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she rammed her head into the man who was beating Song Xianglan.

"Get out of my way." The man slapped the fan away, sending it flying and crashing to the ground.

"Erhua." Song Xianglan's eyes were bloodshot.

The surrounding crowd couldn't stand it anymore, and someone shouted:

"Stop hitting him! He'll get killed if you keep going! We're calling the police!"

"Even if the police come, it's none of our business if we take our own people back." Erzhu clutched his bleeding wrist, glaring fiercely at the crowd. "Anyone who meddles, I'll beat them up too."

These people are really arrogant.

The onlookers were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

Taking advantage of the situation, Old Man Zhang dragged the drowsy Erhua to the oxcart parked not far away.

"Everyone, please help me call the police! I'm a military dependent, and my son is a soldier. They're abducting military dependents!" Song Xianglan struggled to her feet, her mouth full of blood and foam, and staggered after them.

She couldn't let anyone take Erhua away.

This departure may mean never seeing each other again in this lifetime.

The oxcart has started moving.

Song Xianglan rushed over and grabbed the arm of Old Man Zhang, who was sitting on the cart shaft.

"Let go." The man raised his leg and kicked.

Song Xianglan didn't dodge; instead, she bit down on the soft flesh of the man's waist.

"Ouch, damn it!" The man's face contorted in pain. Enraged, he slammed his elbow into Song Xianglan's back. "Die!"

Once, twice.

Song Xianglan felt like her bones were about to break, her consciousness began to blur, and she forcefully dug her fingers into the man's neck, refusing to let go even in death.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

After Zhou Fang and his group finished selling their goods, they waited and waited, but Song Xianglan didn't show up. They started to panic and came looking for her.

It's very far away.

I saw a crowd gathered here, and then I heard a desperate cry: "I am a military family member."

That's my godmother's voice!

Zhou's heart skipped a beat. He pushed through the crowd and felt a rush of blood to his head.

Song Xianglan was covered in dirt and was being beaten by someone next to the oxcart, her face covered in blood.

"Song Fei, grab your weapon, you worthless brat, you're beating your godmother!"

Fuck your mother.

"Selinmu".

Song Fei's eyes instantly turned red, and before his roar had even finished, he had already shot out like a cannonball.

He leaped high into the air during his run-up, his entire body soaring into the air, and with the force of the impact, he kicked hard in the chest of the man who was elbowing Song Xianglan.

"Bang."

The man didn't even utter a sound before flying off the oxcart and crashing heavily to the ground, where he remained motionless for a long time.

The immense inertia caused Song Xianglan to fall to the ground as well.

"Third Aunt".

"Godmother!"

Liu Yukun and Zhou Fang followed closely behind, rushing into the battle and shielding Song Xianglan behind them.

Liu Yukun, now devoid of his usual composure, grabbed a broken brick from the ground and charged into the group of villagers, smashing it down on one of them. "You killed my godmother? I'll make sure you all live today!"

Zhou Fang grabbed the whip from the oxcart, brandished it, and rushed over, lashing it hard.