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

Chunxia's eyes gleamed with a green light. She reached into her pocket, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and stuffed them into Song Xianglan's pocket.

Her status is different now.

Before, she could only watch the excitement from the wall and occasionally chime in with a few innocuous words. Now, she is Song Xianglan's nephew's "potential partner," which means she's practically family.

This spectacle isn't just something to watch; you can even open your mouth to curse and take action.

All those things I used to keep to myself.

Today I can finally empty it out.

Song Xianglan looked at the melon seeds overflowing from her pocket.

Somewhat speechless: "Are you going to see a play or to fight a war? Why are you so excited?"

Chunxia tried to suppress the urge to smile, but found she couldn't.

She kept chattering away while eating sunflower seeds.

His voice was filled with excitement.

"Auntie, I just feel so good. Everyone in the village used to say that Qiao Zhaodi was honest and simple, but I thought she was just pretending."

Look at Wang's eldest sister-in-law, although she has her own calculations, she's generally right.

Qiao Zhaodi emptied her family's savings to fill that bottomless pit, and treated her eldest daughter even worse than a stepmother.

As they talked, they arrived at the Wang family's door.

The courtyard was already surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

Qiao's mother and Wang's mother were fighting on the ground, rolling around here and there.

Hands and feet, saliva was used everywhere.

Qiao's mother's hair was still covered in chicken droppings and rotten vegetable leaves; her posture was extremely unrestrained, and her wailing was deafening.

"Oh dear. Heaven is blind."

"That damned matchmaker, why did she have to choose your family? My daughter Zhaodi has fallen into a fire pit, and our whole family is suffering along with her."

Qiao Zhaodi squatted in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably.

That's so pitiful.

"Wang Zhihe is a coward who can't produce a single peep. And he has an old troublemaker at home."

As she cursed, Qiao's mother wiped her snot on Wang's mother, "You old, troublesome bastard! You love meddling in your son's affairs so much, why don't you go and be intimate with your son? Why did you lure my daughter into this hellhole?"

The Queen Mother was furious when she heard this.

She became ruthless.

He hit Qiao's mother twice and got up.

"You stuff your large intestine in your mouth and spew shit the moment you open it. You have no skill, but you've got quite the big mouth."

"Don't you even take a good look at yourself? You married off a girl like a country bumpkin and think you're some Qing Dynasty restorationist, coming here to give orders. We're practically begging to be grateful to you for giving you money?"

Wang's sister-in-law stood to the side with her hands on her hips, forming a united front with her mother-in-law.

"You're getting all excited over a little sunshine? What's so special about your potato daughter that no one else has? If you really want to take her home and raise her, then don't ruin our family's life."

The surrounding villagers, who were watching the spectacle, pointed and whispered among themselves.

The murmurs buzzed like flies.

Is it considered skillful to empty one's own pocket to support one's wife's family?

"That's something that no one else can do."

"Look at her two daughters, they're raised like bean sprouts, they could be blown over by the wind. All the money goes to that good-for-nothing brother to make him rich."

"Zhao Di used to look so pitiful, how come she's showing her true colors after becoming wealthy following the family division?"

The murmurs grew louder and louder.

Hearing this, Qiao's mother blushed and scrambled to her feet.

With nowhere to vent his anger, he saw Wang Zhihe standing beside him, glared at him fiercely, and continued to curse:

"Wang Zhihe, you good-for-nothing coward. You can't even earn money yourself, and you blame us for spending it. Isn't it right for us to spend some money?"

The reason for this is simply that Wang Zhihe is a good-for-nothing.

Would you care about this little bit of money if you made money?

Wang Zhihe looked ashamed and indignant.

His face was swollen like a rotten watermelon, covered in bloody scratches from Qiao Zhaodi's claws last night; it looked terrifying.

He looked at his mother-in-law, who was throwing a tantrum, with nothing but disgust in his eyes:

"I can't give you money. Go back."

He turned to look at his mother and said, "Mom, let her go back."

"Was it me who wouldn't let your mother-in-law go back? It was she who stayed at home extorting money," Wang's mother scolded angrily.

"I'll take her back." Wang Zhihe sighed and stepped forward to pull Qiao's mother away.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Qiao's mother jumped up and slashed Wang Zhihe's face with her withered hands.

With a "rip" sound.

Three more blood grooves appeared on Wang Zhihe's face, his skin and flesh rolled back, and beads of blood immediately seeped out.

He was in so much pain that he loosened his grip and pushed Qiao's mother away.

"I think you're asking for death," Wang's mother said, her eyes reddening, and kicked Qiao's mother in the lower back.

"Ah!" Qiao's mother screamed and rolled back to the ground.

Qiao Zhaodi, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly went mad.

She threw her infant daughter, who was still nursing in her arms, onto the cold ground. The child burst into tears, but she didn't even glance at her. Like a lioness, she charged at Wang Zhihe, raining blows on him.

Sister-in-law Wang quickly picked up the child.

Upon touching it, the diaper, soaked with urine, was already ice-cold.

No wonder the child kept sobbing earlier.

Sister-in-law Wang quickly took the baby inside to change diapers and clothes.

"Wang Zhihe, you fucking bastard! How dare you hit my mother?"

Qiao Zhaodi hit and cursed at the same time: "I married you as a virgin and gave birth to three children for you. Look how loose my belly is!"

"You're blaming me for giving money to my family? If you were even slightly capable of earning money, would your family be so distraught over such a small amount?"

"It's because you're useless. It's because you can't earn money!"

"Pah! You good-for-nothing! I was blind to marry a good-for-nothing like you!"

"I can have a son. I'd rather marry any rich man than suffer poverty with you."

Every word "good-for-nothing" pierced Wang Zhihe's heart like a nail.

He hates being called a coward more than anything in his life.

What hardships hasn't he endured for the sake of this family?

in the end.

In the eyes of his wife, he was just a good-for-nothing coward.

Wang Zhihe shoved Qiao Zhaodi aside.

He was so strong that he pushed her until she stumbled.

"Then get a divorce now and marry a rich man."

Qiao Zhaodi never expected Wang Zhihe to dare to bring up divorce.

stunned for a moment.

He then became even more frantic: "Fine! Was it that old woman Song Xianglan who instigated you to get a divorce? She's an old woman with impure intentions..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap interrupted Qiao Zhaodi's cursing.

Chunxia shot out like a cannonball, stood in front of Qiao Zhaodi, and shook her sore hand.

"Did your mouth just get dismembered last night? You can spew shit at anyone you see. You look just like Tu Xingsun's twin sister, and you think you can marry a rich man?"

I don't even dare to have this dream at night; it starts during the day the moment my teeth start chattering. Do they really think rich people's brains are just decorations besides money?

The entire room fell silent.

Chunxia pointed at Qiao Zhaodi's nose, spitting everywhere:

"Is your brain pickled in spring cat pee or soaked in the excrement of an old pervert?"

"You keep calling me an old woman, you bastard, you won't even live to old age! Isn't your mother an old woman, she's an old beast?"

Qiao Zhaodi was stunned by the beating.

He covered his face and stared blankly at Chunxia:

"What...what's it to you?"

Chunxia was very pleased with herself; while others were just watching the drama unfold, she had managed to become one of the gossips herself.

She held her chin up haughtily.

"I am Aunt Song's nephew's girlfriend, and I am proud to speak for my third aunt."

"Those winding noodles, dear. Ugh..." Qiao Zhaodi said hatefully.

Chunxia was furious.

My dear third aunt, how come she's a noodle-lover?

"Snapped!"

He slapped her again with his other hand.

"Fuck your mother. You don't even earn a penny yourself, and you blame men for being useless."

Have you no shame? You emptied your in-laws' savings to feed your useless brother, and you still have the nerve to complain?

Since you're so good at having sons, get a divorce and go have one with a rich guy. I'd like to see which blind person wants a piece of trash like you!

Qiao Zhaodi saw stars after being slapped, but she didn't dare to hit the old Party Secretary's granddaughter.

This family is extremely protective of their own.

She plopped down on the ground and burst into tears.

Upon seeing this, Qiao's mother on the ground rolled her eyes.

She realized that the Wang family was determined not to pay this time, and Wang Zhihe was also driven to desperation.

But this marriage cannot be truly dissolved.

Once they divorce, how will Qiao Zhaodi continue to provide financial support to Yaozu?

But now we must keep Wang Zhihe under control.

Wang Zhihe, an honest man, is most afraid of having no one to take care of his children.

There are three children in the family, and the youngest is only three months old, which is the time when he can't be separated from his mother.

Despite the pain, Qiao's mother got up and grabbed Qiao Zhaodi.

"What are you crying for? Come home with me. We're not staying with this heartless family anymore. I think without you, who will take care of their three children? Who will look after their whole family?"

"Come on, Zhaodi, let's go back with Mom."

Qiao's mother frantically winked at Qiao Zhaodi, lowering her voice, "Let him see how this family will function without you. If he doesn't come knocking on our door begging for our lives, we will never come back. We must get him firmly under control this time."

Looking at Wang Zhihe's indifferent face and then at the mocking eyes of the people around her, Qiao Zhaodi felt her grievances and resentment reach their peak.

She was doing it for the good of the family, so why doesn't anyone understand?

It's just a little money.

Her younger brother is still a child, and her sister-in-law is immature.

She's right to be the older sister.

Qiao Zhaodi was tempted. She wiped away her tears and glared fiercely at Wang Zhihe. "Wang Zhihe, you'll regret this. My mistress is less than four months old. How will she live without me? If you don't come pick me up with a thousand yuan, you can forget about living like this."

Wang Zhihe didn't expect that she would still want money.

The light in his eyes gradually faded.

"Qiao Zhaodi, are you really leaving?"