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

The cold wind howled into her collar, making it feel like the wind was blowing under her feet. She wished she could shrink those miles into a single step.

Zhao Di followed behind, barely managing to keep up by jogging.

As she watched the ugly girl's silent back, her panic gradually subsided, replaced by a surge of anger and embarrassment.

Previously, this ugly woman was someone who was looked down upon by everyone. Her family was dirt poor, and her daughter, Lin Fang, was a woman who had been kicked out of the house by her husband.

Now they're just taking advantage of the fact that Song Xianglan gave them a job and they have some money in their hands, so they're giving her attitude.

The two were sulking.

I delivered the goods and had the recipient sign the receipt.

"Can you slow down a bit?" Zhao Di asked, panting heavily.

Liu Chou-nv suddenly stopped, almost bumping into Zhao Di's waist.

Zhao Di was startled, then put her hands on her hips and said confidently:

"You're so petty. My brother is starving, so they had no choice but to come and ambush me. You're just unlucky."

It just so happens that you're delivering goods with me today. Besides, you can't just stand by and watch someone die in this kind of situation, can you?

My husband, Zhihe, is Song Xianglan's godson, so Song Xianglan is also my godmother.

"We're family, you're just an outsider working for us. If I go back and talk to my godmother, will you still be able to stay in this transport team?"

At this point, she carefully observed Liu Chounu's expression.

He also said:

"I think it's just a matter of a few dozen yuan. Just pretend nothing happened today. You're fine, I'm fine, we're all fine. Otherwise, I'll flip the table, and nobody will get to eat."

The ugly woman turned around.

Those usually dull eyes were now burning with fire as they stared intently at Zhao Di.

Zhao Di felt uneasy under that gaze.

He took a half step back, but still stubbornly insisted on his position:

"You're so stingy. It's just a few dozen yuan. I can pay you back when I have the money. You know how hard my life is, my family is a disgrace..."

"Just consider it a good deed, accumulating good karma for your daughter Lin Fang..."

"Smack."

A resounding slap landed hard on Zhao Di's face, silencing all her subsequent tearful words.

Zhao Di covered her face, her eyes wide with surprise:

"You dare hit me?"

"I'm beating up a traitorous bastard like you."

The ugly woman's chest heaved violently as she spat in his face.

"You're a fucking idiot, all talk and no action! Shake your brain before you talk to me. If you don't like that I'm living a good life, you can go hang yourself. Don't disgust me like this."

"you……"

The ugly woman was given no chance to speak.

One step closer.

He almost poked Zhao Di's nose with his finger. "You conspired with outsiders to set me up, and you even dare to use Lao Song to pressure me?"

If Song Xianglan knew you were this kind of person, she'd rip your black heart out and use it as rat poison.

"You worthless bastard, you dare to blackmail me."

After saying that, he slapped her twice more.

Zhao Di's face stung with pain, but relying on her youth and strength, she was unwilling to suffer this loss.

She screamed and lunged at him, baring her teeth and claws.

"You ugly woman, you think you're so great? What's wrong with me wanting to help my family?"

So what if you have money?

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You raised an unwanted daughter, a family of good-for-nothings, and you still act all high and mighty in front of me."

These words really hit the nail on the head regarding the ugly woman.

"I'll tear your filthy mouth off."

Liu Chounu rolled up her cotton-padded jacket sleeves and rushed towards Zhaodi.

The two of them started wrestling on the side of the road.

In Qingyang, the sea breeze is strong in winter.

There aren't many people on the road right now.

The two women fought without any specific moves; it was all the ruthless tactics of shrewish women.

Pulling hair, scratching face, pinching flesh.

Zhao Di may seem loud and boisterous, but when it comes to a real fight, she's no match for Liu Chou Nv.

Liu Chounu grabbed Zhao Di's hair tightly with one hand, pressed her head down, and slapped her mouth several times with the other hand.

"Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed. Serves you right for insulting my daughter."

"Liu Chou Nu, your daughter must have been cheating on you. You worthless slut, nobody wants you." Zhao Di screamed in pain, scratching Liu Chou Nu's face wildly with her fingernails, leaving several bloody marks.

A lock of the ugly woman's hair was also pulled out.

Her hair was completely disheveled.

At this moment, she felt no pain, only a surge of anger.

"You think you're right just because you're poor? You're kicking around like a cockroach that's been sprayed with insecticide. Today, I'm going to clean house for the transport team and stomp you to death, you scourge!"

Zhao Di was beaten until she saw stars, and she kept swearing:

"You ugly woman, you hideous monster with a face full of pus... what right do you have to bully me?"

"Slap!" Another slap.

"I'm just bullying you."

The ugly woman rode on top of Zhao Di, and then thrust her hips with both hands.

"Who told you to be born lowly and enjoy being a scoundrel? You've had enough to eat for a few days and you've forgotten who you are.

"You've taken my money to support your bloodsucking family before, hasn't this been the first time you've done it?"

Zhao Di was terrified of being beaten.

His face was covered in mud and blood, and he begged for mercy, crying and screaming.

He used his knee to push against me, grabbed me with his hands, and kept spitting on me.

The ugly woman's face was covered in her spit.

They made a ruckus until it was completely dark.

The two separated, exhausted, each panting heavily, their eyes glaring at each other as if they wanted to devour one another.

……

Koizumi Brigade.

Song Xianglan cooked pork liver noodles and served them to Song Tingting, who was still studying. "Tingting, hurry up and eat some noodles. Don't let your studies make you stupid."

Looking at her daughter who was always studying, she felt a pang of heartache.

Song Tingting smiled and said, "Mom, since I'm going to take the college entrance exam, I need to study more."

She was eating noodles.

"Mom, aren't my brother and sister-in-law coming back this year?"

Song Xianglan was unaware of this, but she had already prepared a considerable amount of medicine and was still asking Song Dong and a few others to collect more, including asking Song Qiang and a few others in Yangcheng to help collect medicine.

"I'll make a call and ask tomorrow."

She got up and went out.

Old Lin from next door was wearing an old overcoat, walking around in circles at the door with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

When he saw Song Xianglan come out, Old Lin quickly went to greet her.

"Old Song, my wife hasn't come back yet. It's so late, she should have been here long ago."

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat. This road was usually quite peaceful, but these days, you never know what might happen.

"Not back yet?"

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan turned around and grabbed a flashlight. "I'll have Tingting ride her bike to meet you."

Just then, two beams of light shone from the other side of the road.

Wang Zhihe came over, panting.

"Godmother, I'll go take a look."

Zhou Fang's family had just moved into their new house about half a month ago. Standing on the balcony, he said he saw two or three figures coming this way, guessing that they had returned.

Just as they were wondering, Huang Qiang, the son of Widow Wang, ran over.

This kid has grown taller in the last six months. When he got there, he said, "Grandma Song, Grandma Liu got into a fight with Wang Xiaoming's mother."

"What exactly happened?" Song Xianglan grabbed Huang Qiang. "Where is he?"

"They're here already. Grandma Liu told you to wait at home." Huang Qiang pointed outside. "Both of them got hurt. My mom told me to come and tell them right away."

"They said it was about money," Huang Qiang added.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhihe's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He knows his spendthrift wife all too well.

What else could it be besides money?

"What a disgraceful thing!" Wang Zhihe cursed and ran out.

Old Lin, trembling, insisted on going too.

"Old Lin, you stay home and wait." Song Xianglan stopped him and said in a deep voice, "You can't help if you go now, and you might end up worrying yourself sick."

A few minutes later.

Several figures approached.

Wang Zhihe gripped Zhao Di's arm tightly with one hand, practically dragging her back.

Zhao Di's hair was a mess, her face was covered in bruises, and her lips were swollen. She walked along crying and sobbing, trying to stay on the ground and not move. Wang Zhihe suddenly pulled her, and she almost fell over.

"I'm not going. Zhihe, let go, it hurts so much."

"You still have the nerve to complain about the pain?" Wang Zhihe gritted his teeth, his voice terrifyingly sinister. "Look at the mess you've made."

"Wang Zhihe, are you even a man? Watching me get bullied like this."

"I must have had the worst luck in my life to marry a man like you."

"You coward, you're always standing up for someone else instead of your wife."

……

Zhao Di hurled all sorts of vicious insults at Wang Zhihe.

Behind.

Liu Chounu walked over, supported by Widow Wang.

She wasn't in much better shape; several bloody marks on her face were shocking, and two buttons on her cotton-padded jacket were torn off. Yet, her imposing aura remained undiminished, and she stared coldly at Song Zhaodi in front of her.

Widow Wang is a gossip.

They didn't dare to utter a sound.

He carefully helped Liu Chounu brush the dirt off her body the whole way.

The commotion was quite loud; several households had already turned on their lights and were peeking out to see what was happening.

Zhou put it down, but he didn't enter the Song family's courtyard.

He took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and squatted down by the door.

With that tall man standing there, over six feet tall, and that cold, stern face, several villagers who wanted to come and see what was going on didn't dare to approach and instead shrank back and went home.

"Come inside."

Song Xianglan stood in the courtyard, her face calm and revealing no emotion, and pointed to the main room.

Wang Zhihe threw Zhao Di into the house. With a "thud," Zhao Di fell to the ground, too weak to even get up. She just lay there, covering her face and crying.

The ugly woman straightened her back and walked in, standing under the light bulb.

The stark white light shone on her scarred face, making her appear particularly ferocious and resolute.

"Lanlan".

Liu Chounu's voice was hoarse but unusually firm: "I didn't do anything wrong today. If you don't let me do this transport team job, I won't complain. But I have to get my revenge."