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

Song Xianglan hung up the phone.

My body hadn't recovered from the tension from before, and my palms were sweaty.

The curtain was lifted.

Chunxia came in carrying an enamel mug. She hadn't dared to come in because she heard the noise outside, but only dared to show her face now that Song Xianglan had hung up the phone.

Seeing that Song Xianglan's face was pale, she quickly handed the jar over.

"Auntie, have some brown sugar water to warm yourself up."

Song Xianglan took it, and after a mouthful of brown sugar water, it burned her from her throat all the way down to her stomach.

The chill that had seeped into my bones had just dissipated somewhat.

Thanks.

Song Xianglan put the jar down and let out a long sigh.

Chunxia didn't leave immediately. She stood there, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her eyes wandering.

A while later.

She grinned, as if she had just made up her mind:

"Auntie, that Nie Xiaochuan... I took a peek near your house a few days ago, he's really good-looking, and has a straight figure."

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

Everyone in the surrounding area knows about Nie Xiaochuan's family situation.

Chunxia has been dealing with a whole host of problems at home for months, and she still hasn't forgotten about it.

Song Xianglan looked Chunxia up and down, and said in an annoyed tone:

"You dare to get involved in that mess of the Nie family? I have a few nephews here, and my family isn't that complicated. Why don't you take a look at them?"

Your aunt is worried that you've had a good life so far, and that you'll run into some troublesome sisters-in-law in the Nie family.

Chunxia blushed.

His eyes didn't flinch; instead, they shone even brighter.

"Auntie, I just find Nie Xiaochuan pleasing to the eye. I won't watch those others; I just want to meet Nie Xiaochuan and say a few words to him."

Chunxia didn't care much to begin with.

She just wanted to find a good-looking man to manage the money. She didn't care about all the chores at home; when she had nothing to do, she would go and fight.

That time, she met a man who captivated her, and only after asking around did she learn that it was Nie Xiaochuan.

She captured my heart.

With her perfect family who share her tastes, it's like a dream come true.

Song Xianglan stared at her for a while, then shook her head: "Since you're not afraid, I won't stop you. He'll come to our house again in a couple of days, then you two can go and talk. Let your parents see him too."

Upon hearing this, Chunxia smiled broadly and responded.

Song Xianglan returned home.

She rummaged through drawers and cabinets, pulling out all the savings books and spreading them out on the table.

I picked up a pen and started writing and drawing on a yellowed notebook.

This money needs to be used for medicine.

She wrote down a long list on the paper, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Finally, he threw down his pen and went to the brigade headquarters to make a phone call.

This call was to Cong Ying in Haishi.

"Auntie? Is it urgent at midday?"

"Cong Ying, I won't beat around the bush," Song Xianglan said in a low voice. "Get me a batch of medicine in Haishi. Anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, painkillers, and malaria medicine—anything that can save lives, I need as much as you can."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was Cong Ying's trembling voice:

"Auntie, why do you need so much medicine? You might end up in jail!"

"I'd accept being imprisoned."

Song Xianglan did not explain.

His tone became even more somber.

"I'll have Song Dong bring you the money in a couple of days. Don't ask me if I'm crazy, I'm just asking you, can you help me with this?"

Cong Ying took a few deep breaths on the other end of the line.

He was clearly frightened.

But she knew that Song Xianglan was not a reckless person.

"……OK."

Cong Ying gritted her teeth:

"I have connections. But this needs to be done discreetly; too much will attract attention. I'll collect it for you in smaller batches."

"A week later, Song Dong will go to Haishi to pick up your goods."

After Song Xianglan finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Looking at the list of alarming drug names in the notebook, she finally felt a little relieved.

……

The sea breeze, carrying salt and moisture, made the coconut trees on the island rustle.

Shen Huijun was talking in the neighboring courtyard.

Aunt Wang's eyes were red, and she handed Shen Huijun a handful of hazelnuts. "Huijun, hazelnuts from Northeast China are delicious. My son asked me if I wanted to take his wife and grandson back to our hometown in Northeast China."

Shen Huijun's heart skipped a beat, but she still had to force a smile:

"Auntie, what are your plans?"

Aunt Wang wiped away her tears and sighed:

"What can we do? If they want to transfer us, we can only go back to our hometown."

"You said life had just settled down... By the way, the chicks your mother-in-law caught last time have all grown up. She ate them and hatched new ones that have grown up. I have quite a few in my yard, and I really can't bear to part with them."

Speaking of chickens and ducks.

Aunt Wang changed the subject, her gaze falling on Shen Huijun's flat stomach.

"Huijun, I've been through this myself, so let me ask you something. You're not getting any younger, why don't you have a child yet? What if something happens to Xiangdong..."

Aunt Wang didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

What if Song Xiangdong doesn't come back?

The Song family has no descendants.

Shen Huijun's face turned deathly pale instantly. She managed a couple of perfunctory replies before turning and running home.

Back in her room, she sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

Aunt Wang's words pierced her heart like needles.

Song Xiangdong returned late that evening, still wearing his training uniform, which reeked of mud and sweat.

As soon as she entered the room, Shen Huijun pounced on her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hanging on him.

Song Xiangdong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and patted her on the back.

"Who bullied you?"

Shen Huijun didn't speak, but just shook her head and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Song Xiangdong's heart softened completely.

Shen Huijun undressed him...

Song Xiangdong really liked his wife's romantic gestures, so he carried her to bed.

"Shall we come now?"

Shen Huijun looked up and asked:

Are you scared?

Song Xiangdong reached for the familiar little box on the bedside table, but his hand was stopped.

Shen Huijun snatched the box, tossed it with a flick of her wrist, and the box arced through the air before crashing against the corner of the wall with a "thud."

"Huijun?" Song Xiangdong was dumbfounded. "Mom said she'd wait until you graduate..."

"I don't care."

Shen Huijun's eyes were red-rimmed, her voice trembling but unusually firm, "I want the child. Now."

Song Xiangdong frowned, sat up straight, and took her hand.

"Stop joking. Given the current situation... what if I have a mission..."

Shen Huijun's tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Song Xiangdong, are you stupid? What if you don't come back? What am I supposed to do? Are you going to leave me to live in an empty house for the rest of my life?"

Song Xiangdong froze, the words "I can come back" stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

On the battlefield, bullets don't have eyes; who can guarantee that?

"What if something happens to you? Would you like to get married?"

"No. I'm not afraid of taking a year off from school, and I'm not afraid of the exhaustion of raising a child."

Shen Huijun cried as she unbuttoned his shirt, her hands trembling violently. "I'm afraid I won't even have anything to look back on later. Can't you give me a child?"

"Mom needs something to remember her by. She's suffered her whole life; can't you give her something to look forward to?"

Looking at her tear-streaked face, Song Xiangdong felt as if his heart had been struck hard by a sledgehammer.

It hurt so much I was convulsing.

He stopped talking.

He suddenly pulled the person into his arms and lowered his head to kiss them.

This kiss was fierce.

It has a force that wants to crush you and embed you into your bones.

This night was exceptionally long.

The sound of the wind outside the window pattered against the window frame.

The lights in the room never went out.

It was late at night.

Shen Huijun was exhausted but happy and expectant.

"I'll go get some water for you to wash up," Song Xiangdong said, getting up.

Shen Huijun grabbed his arm.

She deliberately placed a pillow under her lower back.

Her buttocks were raised high.

"Let's talk about it in half an hour."

Looking at her stubbornness, Song Xiangdong felt both amused and heartbroken.

He lay back down.

He held the person tightly.

A large hand gently patted her back.

"Huijun," his voice was terribly hoarse, "Are you stupid? What if... I mean, what if you have a child? It will be difficult for you to remarry later."

Shen Huijun bit him hard on the chest.

It left a clear tooth mark.

"If I have a child, it's a blessing from God. Xiangdong, promise me you'll come back safely. Mom, Tingting, and I are waiting for you with the baby."

Song Xiangdong's eyes welled up with tears, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.

I couldn't resist.

He rolled over and... pressed down on... again.

"Okay. I promise you I'll come back safely."

……

the next day.

Shen Huijun slept until the sun was high in the sky before waking up.

When he opened his eyes, Song Xiangdong had already returned from getting food from the cafeteria.

On the table were a plate of boiled shrimp, a steamed yellowfin tuna, a plate of stir-fried mustard greens, and a large bowl of herb, soybean, and pork bone soup. The stir-fried pork belly was glistening with oil, looking incredibly appetizing.

Two large boxes of rice were steaming hot.

Shen Huijun felt sore all over, but she felt more at ease than ever before.

She shuffled to the table in her slippers.

She sat directly on Song Xiangdong's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're awake? Eat quickly, it's getting cold." Song Xiangdong peeled a shrimp and fed it to her.

Shen Huijun opened her mouth to eat, her face beaming with a smile, and leaned over to kiss the newly sprouted stubble on his chin: "Did you have fun last night?"

Song Xiangdong blushed and nodded.

"happy."

"Let's continue tonight..."

Song Xiangdong's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his chopsticks.

He looked helplessly at the clueless little woman in his arms: "Wife, you're tempting me."

Shen Huijun giggled and pressed her face against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Song Xiangdong put down his chopsticks, his expression turning serious:

"Honey, won't you regret it? If I really get pregnant, it would be too hard for you to raise the child alone if I sacrificed myself."

Shen Huijun raised her head, her smile vanished, and her eyes shone with an alarming intensity.

"You are my hero, I have no regrets."

She picked up a spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of pork bone soup, and brought it to Song Xiangdong's lips.

"Have some soup to nourish yourself. You still have to work hard tonight."

Song Xiangdong: ……

Seeing his wife's self-righteous demeanor, he felt a warm glow in his heart.

For this woman's sake, he must return safely.