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

Nie Erhua rested in the hospital for three days. Although her face was still pale, she was finally able to walk a few steps.

Song Xianglan didn't delay and discharged her from the hospital, taking her directly back to the hotel.

Recently.

The goods from Songdong's side are being shipped out very quickly.

"Third Aunt, this batch of our goods is in high demand. We don't even need to advertise. People will gather around as soon as we put them down."

Song Dong sorted through the last remaining stock, his face covered in oil and sweat, but his eyes were gleaming. "We take turns guarding the stall, and all we do is sleep and count money."

These days, supplies are scarce.

As long as you're bold, there's nothing you can't sell.

"You guys continue selling goods in Haishi. I'll take Erhua back first."

Song Fei, wiping his sweat, chimed in, "I'll go back with Third Aunt too. She needs to take care of Second Sister all the way; she can't go without someone by her side."

Just then, Zhou Fang led Da Bao and Er Bao in.

The two children weren't as lively as before, and their heads were drooping.

Zhou Fang had a sullen face and a bruise on her chin, which didn't look like a couple who had a fight in bed and then made up.

Song Xianglan pulled Zhou Fang to the end of the corridor. "What happened?"

Zhou Fang leaned against the wall.

The usually mild-mannered person now had bloodshot eyes and was gritting his teeth:

"That bastard Fu Qingnian is always running to the An family's house. He looks at Xi Yang with a sticky gaze, like a male dog in heat."

Yesterday, when I was there, he dared to serve Xiyang food right in front of me, subtly implying that I lacked romance and that Xiyang shouldn't be with me. I couldn't hold back and punched him twice.

"We got into a fight, and my mother-in-law got so angry that her blood pressure spiked and she almost ended up in the hospital."

"What was Anxi Yang's reaction?" Song Xianglan asked.

She said I shouldn't have lost my temper and that I shouldn't take Fu Qingnian's words to heart.

Zhou Fang gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"Godmother, you didn't hear how awful my mother-in-law's words were. She said I was a boorish man, unworthy of their scholarly family, and that Fu Qingnian was magnanimous enough to forgive me even after being beaten. So, I'm just an uncultured barbarian."

Seeing this honest young man forced into such a state, Song Xianglan sighed inwardly:

"So what are your thoughts now?"

"Godmother, I'll buy tickets tomorrow and take the kids back to Qingyang with you."

Zhou Fang raised her head, her gaze lingering. "I've thought about it. We can't keep arguing like this every day. Da Bao and Er Bao are terrified when they see us fighting."

I'll take them back to avoid this, and let Xiyang calm down in Haishi. Whether she chooses Fu Qingnian, whom she knows well, or me, this rough guy, is something she should figure out herself.

"Did she agree to let you take the child?"

Zhou Fang remained silent for a long time.

He didn't say a word.

That means they didn't agree, or there was no discussion at all.

Song Xianglan patted him on the shoulder: "Talk to An Xiyang about it. Buy the tickets tomorrow and go back the day after."

That evening, Song Xianglan called Song Dong into the house.

Stacks of 10,000-yuan bills were spread on the bed, making one dizzy from looking at them.

Song Xianglan didn't count them carefully. She set aside some to deposit in the bank the next day, and stuffed the rest into a urea bag that was used for fertilizer.

To cover up the truth.

She then stuffed dried pickled vegetables and two tattered pieces of clothing inside, haphazardly covering the money, and tied the bag tightly shut.

It looks like a bag for carrying trash; no one would pick it up if you threw it on the roadside.

……

Zhou Fang contacted Song Xiangdong's comrade-in-arms, who had transferred to the railway station as a railway policeman. They used the back door, bypassing the queues and crowds in the hall, and entered the platform directly through the staff passage.

The group got into the car.

The two lower berth and one middle berth sleeper tickets were bought through Song Xiangdong's comrade-in-arms.

Song Xianglan and Nie Erhua slept on the lower bunk, Da Bao squeezed in with Song Xianglan, and Er Bao slept with Nie Erhua.

Zhou Fang guarded the middle bunk.

Among this group, Song Xianglan was wearing a faded blue cotton jacket with patches, Nie Erhua was pale like a seriously ill patient, Zhou Fang had a scruffy beard and a dejected look, and with the two younger children, they looked like refugees and were really inconspicuous.

Song Xianglan put the urea bag under the bed.

……

Anxi Yang dragged her tired body home.

Yesterday, she had a classmate reunion, so she simply stayed overnight at a female classmate's house, not wanting to go home and face her mother's nagging and Zhou Fang's cold face.

"Mom, where are Da Bao and Er Bao?" An Xi Yang called out.

An's mother was sitting on the sofa eating sunflower seeds. "That Zhou Fang took the child away early this morning, saying she was going to see that godmother. I've never seen anyone so rude. She just gave me a cold look after I said a few words to her."

Anxi Yang felt inexplicably flustered.

Mother An was still rambling on:

"How could you have been so blind as to fall for something like this?"

You beat that young man black and blue, and that young man, being well-mannered and polite, didn't call the police or fight back to save face for you. Zhou Fang is a mad dog.

"Mom, can you please say less?"

Anxi Yang felt a splitting headache coming on.

"If you dislike me because I'm your own mother, would I ever harm you?"

Mother An said earnestly:

"A gentleman fears a petty person. Zhou Fang is a scoundrel. If you ask me, leave him as soon as possible. He's a good match, and we can always find another family. Qingnian is a promising young man..."

An Xiyang didn't want to listen and turned to go into the bedroom.

The room was empty.

There was a note on the table.

The writing is somewhat messy:

"I've taken Da Bao and Er Bao back to Qingyang. Come back to us when you've figured things out or when you're on winter break."

Anxi Yang's hand holding the note began to tremble.

Tears streamed down my face instantly.

He's really gone.

He didn't go to the guesthouse out of spite; he went straight back to his hometown.

I didn't even tell her in person.

"Zhou Fang, you bastard. I'm in a dilemma too, can't you do more for me?"

Anxi Yang wiped her face haphazardly.

The child's clothes were all there, clearly Zhou Fang was worried that the An family wouldn't let the child leave.

She packed a few pieces of the children's clothes and rushed out.

"Where are you going, you brat? You haven't eaten yet!" Mother called from behind.

Anxi Yang turned a deaf ear.

I ran all the way to the street, flagged down a pedicab, and headed straight for the hotel.

When I arrived at the hotel and asked, the receptionist, who was eating sunflower seeds and didn't even look up, said, "They checked out a long time ago and left two hours ago."

Anxi rushed to the train station again.

The train station was packed with people. She was so crowded that her shoes almost fell off. When she finally reached the ticket window, she found out that the train to Qingyang had left more than an hour ago.

Listening to the occasional clattering sound coming from afar.

Anxi Yang's body went limp, and she squatted down on the dirty square ground, hugging her knees and wailing.

People were coming and going around.

Some people were pointing fingers and gossiping.

It's lively with people around.

But the man who would clumsily hand her a handkerchief and pamper her is truly gone this time.

She also cruelly took away her two sons.

……

On the train.

The carriage was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of foot odor and the smell of dry tobacco.

Song Xianglan stuffed the snakeskin bag under the bed.

Who would have thought that there were tens of thousands of yuan in the urea bag under her bed?

Nie Erhua fell into a deep sleep.

Around noon, a middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket and carrying a briefcase walked over from the connecting area between the carriages.

Carrying a large suitcase, he scanned the carriage with his eyes, finally stopping at Song Xianglan.

He glanced at the upper bunk ticket in his hand, frowned, and decided he didn't want to climb up or down.

"Auntie."

The man tapped on Song Xianglan's bed frame, pointed down at it, and said, "Let's switch beds. I'll take the lower bunk, you can go to the upper bunk."

Song Xianglan was peeling eggs for her two children, Da Bao and Er Bao, without even lifting her eyelids.

"No, I won't switch. My old arms and legs can't climb up there."

That man was probably used to ordering people around.

Seeing Song Xianglan's refusal, he became somewhat impatient and casually pulled out two ten-yuan bills from his pocket, handing them to her. "This is twenty yuan, enough for you to buy quite a few eggs. Do you want to exchange?"

The people in the other two berths craned their necks to watch the spectacle.

Song Xianglan glanced at the money and shook her head.

He handed the peeled egg to Da Bao, saying, "Brother, it's not about the money. I have an old back injury and really can't climb anymore."

The man raised an eyebrow, thinking that the old woman was ungrateful.

He reached into his pocket again and pulled out five ten-yuan bills, bringing his total to seventy yuan.

"Seventy dollars!" the man raised his voice. "Old lady, you've earned seventy dollars in one go, more than an average worker's monthly wage."

Song Xianglan paused for a moment.

Seventy yuan, I think I can switch to another berth.

Her mind was racing with calculations, but she still looked troubled and sighed.

"Brother, I'm a man of upright character, and money has absolutely no effect on me. You should look for someone else."

The man's competitive spirit was aroused, and he really didn't want to climb that damned upper bunk.

He gritted his teeth, took out his wallet, counted out ten brand-new ten-yuan bills, and gave them all to Song Xianglan, along with the seventy yuan he had received earlier.

"One hundred and seventy!" the man glared. "Want to change it or not? If not, forget it."

Just moments ago, Song Xianglan was complaining of back and leg pain and maintaining a righteous mindset. With lightning speed, she grabbed the money, her movements so swift they created a gust of wind.

She tucked the money into her bosom and stood up nimbly.

"For the sake of the money, I'll switch you to a lower bunk."

Song Xianglan smiled so broadly that her face crinkled into crescents. She called out to Zhou Fang, who was staring blankly at the middle bunk, "Zhou Fang, move Da Bao and Er Bao to the top bunk to sleep. Er Hua and I will squeeze in together."

She moved the urea bag from under the bed to a different location.

Zhou Fang carried Da Bao and Er Bao to the upper bunk.

The other man in the middle bunk stared at the middle-aged man in the lower bunk. This guy is really something else.