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

The air in the main room seemed to freeze.

Song Xianglan sat at the octagonal table and asked:

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Liu Chounv recounted the events that occurred on the national highway without embellishment.

Speaking of Yang Xiaohong running away with the money, she gritted her teeth. Being tricked and robbed like a fool was worse than being killed.

She also mentioned Zhao Di's threatening words.

Wang Zhihe stood to the side, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, as if he wanted to gouge a hole in Zhao Di's body.

He knew his wife had some ulterior motives, wanting to support her family.

I usually turned a blind eye and didn't take it seriously, just hoping she would focus more on her family.

But he never expected this.

This woman is incredibly audacious; she actually teamed up with her family to swindle money from the transport team.

"That's the transport team's money. How many guarantees did you make to me when you wanted to join the transport team?" Wang Zhihe roared, veins bulging on his neck.

Zhao Di, huddled on the ground, was still arguing:

"I really don't know... My sister-in-law saw me at the commune and that's why she went over there."

Zhihe, you know my family's situation. Xiaohong is shrewish and unreasonable, and my younger brother is soft-hearted. What can I do?

They asked you for money, but you wouldn't give them a single penny. I'm at my wit's end, aren't I?

"You're trying to trick everyone without even trying?" Wang Zhihe was so angry he wanted to kick someone.

Zhao Di stubbornly resisted:

"Who told you to be such a useless brother-in-law? You couldn't even find them an easy job!"

"you……"

Song Xianglan raised her hand to stop Wang Zhihe from speaking.

She knew perfectly well that this line was useless.

We'll have to find a different place to deliver the goods next time.

Fortunately, she was careful and didn't let the transport team pick up the goods directly at the dock, otherwise they would have found out everything about her.

She looked at Zhao Di.

His gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Alright, stop wailing." Song Xianglan suppressed her anger. "From today onwards, you're no longer going to the transport team."

Zhao Di's crying stopped abruptly.

His head jerked up.

"Also, at the end of this month, we'll settle accounts, and your share will be deducted entirely." Song Xianglan said calmly, "First, we'll make up for the share that Ugly Girl lost, and the rest will all go into the team's fund."

The transport team has a rule that everyone contributes to the fund every month: one yuan for ordinary team members, two yuan for junior managers, and five yuan from Song Xianglan herself.

This money is not used normally.

It is specifically reserved for the rescue of female comrades, and can be for outsiders, but priority will be given to people in the transportation team.

It's valid for a lifetime.

Upon hearing this...

Zhao Di sprang up from the ground instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"On what grounds?"

Her eyes were bloodshot, almost popping out of their sockets.

"You're going to deduct my pay if I quit? That's my hard-earned money."

Song Xianglan, you heartless capitalist, you think you're so great just because you're rich?

All they know is how to oppress us poor people.

"Shut up!"

Wang Zhihe wanted to cover her mouth.

Zhao Di flung Wang Zhihe's hand away and pointed at Song Xianglan's nose, cursing:

"You black-hearted wolf who splashed red paint—what are you pretending to be a good person for? You say you'll lead everyone to wealth, but you just want us to be your slaves."

Don't be so smug, you're just a dead-end man.

Your son, Song Xiangdong, will die out there sooner or later, and no one will be there to see you off in your old age.

And your good-for-nothing daughter, Song Tingting, looks like a vixen; she'll probably get gang-raped by some random man in the future…”

"Smack."

A crisp sound interrupted all the vicious curses.

Song Xianglan stood up, shook her numb hand, and coldly looked at Zhao Di, whose head had been knocked to the side.

"I think you've eaten too much shit, your mouth is full of filth." Song Xianglan didn't sit back down, but slapped him again with her backhand. "Since your parents didn't teach you how to speak like a human being, I'll teach you today."

"You old hag!" Zhao Di screamed, trying to fight back.

Song Xianglan wouldn't give her a chance. She grabbed her hair and pressed her down, then slapped her swollen face from both sides.

"You ungrateful bastard, you'd rather be a beast than a decent human being."

"A disgusting beast whose mouth is connected to a latrine and whose heart is infested with maggots."

"Slap! Slap!"

The sound of the slap sent chills down one's spine.

"Wang Zhihe, are you a dead man? Watching your wife get beaten, you spineless man!" Zhao Di flailed her arms wildly, but Song Xianglan held her down firmly, making it impossible for her to move.

Wang Zhihe clenched his fists, his whole body trembling with anger.

Just now, Zhao Di said those few things to Xiang Dong and Ting Ting.

That's too toxic.

The poison chilled him to the bone.

He gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and remained silent.

Song Xianglan didn't stop what she was doing, but her cursing became even more vehement:

"You, a down-on-your-luck woman, married Wang Zhihe with a lot of scheming. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also dare to betray your own people."

"You wicked, jinxed brat! You care so much about your family, why don't you chop yourself up and feed it to your brother?"

"If you're itching for a beating, rub your face against a tree trunk. If that doesn't work, take a straw mat to the village entrance, spread your legs, and you can make money and satisfy your black-hearted cravings at the same time."

"You shameless bastard, how dare you mess with me! Didn't your mother tell you how many eyes the Horse King has?"

Song Xianglan finally let go when she got tired of hitting her.

Zhao Di collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

Her hair was disheveled.

His face was swollen like a steamed bun.

Before she could even catch her breath.

Song Tingting, who was already trembling with anger, rushed up and kicked Zhao Di several times.

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

The girl, who was usually quiet and reserved, was now glaring at Song Zhaodi with fury, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of her flesh.

Zhao Di was stunned by the beating.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes sweeping over everyone with venomous resentment, finally fixing his gaze on Wang Zhihe.

"Useless thing."

She spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "You can't even protect your own wife, all you do is fawn over this old woman. What kind of man are you?"

Song Tingting was about to rush forward again, but Song Xianglan stopped her.

Wang Zhihe made a move.

He walked up to Zhao Di and squatted down.

Zhao Di thought he was going to help her up, and was about to curse him again when her face suddenly felt hot.

"Snapped!"

This slap was even harder than the one Song Xianglan had given her earlier.

Zhao Di's ears were ringing from the beating, and she was completely stunned.

She covered her face, looking at Wang Zhihe in disbelief.

"You hit me? Wang Zhihe, you dare hit me?"

Her shrewish temper finally snapped, and tears and snot streamed down her face.

"I bore your children and carried on the Wang family line, and you actually hit me?"

I just gave birth to your daughter. Are you hitting me because you don't like that it's a girl?

"I gave birth to your son too. You heartless bastard, I've only been out of confinement for two months!"

Zhao Di always felt that she was marrying down to Wang Zhihe.

Even if Wang Zhihe marries someone else, he may not be able to have a son.

Therefore, she regarded Wang Zhihe as superior, always carrying a sense of contempt, as if she were his benefactor.

Even though Wang Zhihe stopped handing over all the money later, she always managed to find ways to get more money than the living expenses.

She also earns money in the transportation team, and although she gives all the money she earns to her family, she is not idle.

Wang Zhihe shattered her pride with a single slap.

"I take care of the housework and earn money. You fucking hit me for some old woman?"

Wang Zhihe slowly stood up.

His fist clenched and unclenched again, his palms sweaty.

He turned around, not looking at the woman on the ground, and bowed deeply to Song Xianglan.

"Godmother, I'm so sorry." The seven-foot-tall man's voice trembled. "I'll pay whatever amount is owed, not a penny less. It's my fault for not disciplining my wife properly and causing you distress."

Done.

He grabbed Zhao Di from the ground and dragged her out like a chick.

"I'll take her back. I'll keep an eye on her from now on and make sure she never comes out to harm anyone again."

Zhao Di was dragged out, her mouth still swearing:

"Song Xianglan, you just wait. I'll report you to the commune for engaging in speculation and profiteering. I'll make sure your transport team members can't eat, and none of us will have an easy time!"

Widow Wang, who had been standing silently at the door, finally moved.

She bent down and ripped off her socks.

Those socks hadn't been washed for two days and smelled sour.

Widow Wang rushed forward, crumpled the sock into a ball, and, seizing the opportunity, shoved it into Zhao Di's wide-open mouth.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Zhao Di's eyes widened, and she almost fainted.

Widow Wang shoved her against the wall, her face now filled with ruthlessness.

"You dare threaten us? Go ahead and sue us! If you dare to starve us, I'll make sure no one is on your Qiao family register."

"I'm a widow, and I have nothing to lose. I'm not afraid of anyone who's wearing shoes. At worst, I'll give my life for the lives of everyone in the Qiao family."