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

Mrs. Qiao put her hands on her hips and spat as she spoke:

"Now you're scared? Do you think my daughter will stay and be beaten and bullied by you? Do you really think our whole family is dead?"

Wang Zhihe did not look at Qiao's mother.

His gaze remained fixed on Qiao Zhaodi's face, his voice devoid of any warmth:

"Are you really going back?"

Looking at Wang Zhihe's face, which was covered in ice crystals.

Qiao Zhaodi's heart skipped a beat.

For a fleeting moment, she felt guilty.

It felt like my feet were rooted to the ground, and I didn't want to step over that threshold.

But with several pairs of eyes watching, especially Song Xianglan watching from the side, how could she swallow this insult?

All it takes is bowing your head once in front of the whole village.

From then on, in this family and in the village, Qiao Zhaodi would be a soft persimmon to be trampled underfoot, never able to lift her head again.

She was making plans in her mind.

If only Wang Zhihe would back down now and offer a way out.

She took the opportunity to back down, promising to treat him well from now on and try to avoid calling him a good-for-nothing. She was willing to take less money from her parents' home as long as he agreed.

"You won't let me go back?"

Qiao Zhaodi straightened her neck and asked back, glancing at Wang Zhihe's face.

Waiting for him to say those kind words.

In the west room, the little girl was probably hungry and cried twice.

After Wang Da Sao comforted her and had Wang Er Sao, who was also breastfeeding, feed her, she stopped crying.

Daya and Baogen, who had been sent away by the Queen Mother early in the morning, had not yet returned.

Apart from the adults' heavy breathing, the courtyard was eerily quiet.

Wang Zhihe twitched the corner of his mouth.

Instead of offering a way out, they simply blocked the path.

"If you walk out of this house, then prepare for a divorce."

These words were spoken.

It was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of boiling oil.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

Whispers erupted.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with our Xiaoquan brigade? Is the feng shui off? Does the county's divorce rate depend entirely on our brigade?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? That Yan Ergou isn't from our brigade."

"Yan Ergou just ate some peanuts and exploded; he's not divorced."

"Hmm...that's one way to put it."

"Next year when we worship the Jade Emperor, we must make it more grand to ward off bad luck."

"Yes, yes, we must pray to the heavens to protect us."

Qiao Zhaodi's mind went blank. She never expected that Wang Zhihe, this honest man who was usually so quiet, would actually be such a heartless beast who dared to ask her for a divorce.

She has given birth to three children for him in the past few years.

She was the one who continued Wang Zhihe's lineage; even if she didn't do anything special, she certainly put in a lot of effort.

How dare he?

"Wang Zhihe, how cruel you are!" Qiao Zhaodi's hand trembled as she pointed at Wang Zhihe.

Qiao's mother watched from the side, her eyes darting around.

She felt that Wang Zhihe was putting on an act and trying to manipulate her daughter.

How can a man live without a woman?

What's more, there are three burdens to worry about.

"Zhao Di, don't listen to his scare tactics." Qiao's mother grabbed Qiao Zhao Di's arm and shouted loudly to Wang Zhihe, "What's there to be afraid of in a divorce?"

Women just change places to give birth; they can have another litter by moving to a different location.

"If you want to have children, you can have litters and litters with your belly. Come on, let's go back with Mom and make him regret it."

The Queen Mother, who had remained silent until now, became anxious.

Although she looked down on the Qiao family's way of doing things.

But if we really get a divorce...

The grandchildren suffer the most.

"Mother-in-law, how could you advise your child to get a divorce?"

Ignoring their earlier argument, Wang's mother rushed forward to stop them, saying, "When a couple lives together, there are bound to be disagreements. How can you keep talking about divorce?"

The Queen Mother made this concession.

Instead, it made Qiao Zhaodi feel like she had grasped a lifeline, and the pent-up anger in her heart suddenly turned into fighting spirit.

Even her usually fierce and wicked mother-in-law is afraid now and doesn't want a divorce.

It seems Wang Zhihe was just bluffing her.

I want to outdo her!

She instantly straightened her back, raised her chin high, and completely ignored the resolute look in Wang Zhihe's eyes.

"Divorce! You must get a divorce!" Qiao Zhaodi shouted shrilly, her voice grating. "Anyone who doesn't get a divorce is a coward. Anyone who doesn't will have to walk around the village three times with the other person's underwear on their head."

Done.

She flung away the Queen Mother's hand, turned and rushed into the house.

The sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets came from inside the house.

A short while later, Qiao Zhaodi came out carrying a bulging snakeskin bag.

Not only were her own few valuable clothes stuffed inside, but she also managed to crammed in a cotton-padded jacket that Wang Zhihe had made for the New Year. The bag was so taut it was about to burst open.

The Queen Mother panicked when she saw this.

He reached out to pull the snakeskin bag.

"Zhao Di, the little girl is so tiny, she's not even weaned yet, how can you bear to do this?"

Qiao Zhaodi was also feeling bad, but now she was in a difficult situation.

She has to make the Wang family suffer a lot this time.

Make them realize their mistake.

The mistake was that Wang Zhihe was incapable of earning money, not that Qiao Zhaodi was subsidizing her family.

If Wang Zhihe had become a wealthy household with ten thousand yuan like the rich people in the city, she would have given her family six thousand yuan a year, and the family would still have four thousand left to build a new house. How could this have happened today?

Ultimately, it all comes down to Wang Zhihe's incompetence.

Thinking about this...

She steeled herself, shook off the Queen Mother's hand, and felt even more aggrieved.

Several elderly women in the village couldn't stand it anymore.

They all offered their advice.

"Zhao Di, you already have three children, how can you get a divorce?"

"A child is a mother's heart and soul. How can a child live without their mother? Don't go back."

"Zhihe is a good-natured and capable young man; he's one of the best in the surrounding area. If you really get a divorce, you'll regret it later."

"No stepmother is ever as good as a biological mother, don't leave..."

Listen to the villagers' advice.

Qiao Zhaodi not only didn't appreciate it, but felt that these people were laughing at her.

She turned her head abruptly.

A pair of red and swollen eyes stared fiercely at Song Xianglan in the crowd, as if she wanted to devour her.

"It's all your fault. You cut off my way of making money, you wouldn't agree to give my sister-in-law a job..."

Qiao Zhaodi threw the bag in her hand to the ground and pointed at Song Xianglan, cursing:

"Are you satisfied now? Are you happy to see our family fall apart? You should beg me... You old woman, you got divorced yourself, but you can't stand seeing others do well, and you've corrupted the whole village."

Song Xianglan originally didn't want to pay any attention to this mad dog.

But if dirty water is splashed on your head, how can you not fight back?

Her face darkened.

He started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth:

"You thick lips, dead fish eyes, spiral legs, oyster-shell face." Song Xianglan spoke rapidly and loudly, each word like a slap to Qiao Zhaodi's face. "You're the kind of slut who beckons from a brothel, your whole body is cheap. You're the cook's grandson—born to shirk responsibility."

Those around them were stunned.

The term is new.

But given Qiao Zhaodi's appearance, it's quite a fitting description.

Qiao Zhaodi was stunned by the scolding.

Just as he was about to retort.

Song Xianglan continued her barrage of questions like a machine gun:

"I'm begging you, you son of a bitch. If you can make it work, great; if not, I don't care if you get a divorce or take pills."

"Do you really think you can just swallow the village's sewage and then spit it out to disgust people? Do we have to beg you so we can have fertilizer for next year's crops?"

This tirade was incredibly vicious.

Chunxia listened with shining eyes, almost clapping and cheering.

Qiao Zhaodi had never seen anything like this before; her usual tantrums and outbursts were completely ineffective against Song Xianglan.

Her lips trembled, tears streaming down her face. She dared not curse Song Xianglan, that old woman, any longer, and turned to Wang Zhihe, sobbing, "Are you dead? Just watching me get bullied by outsiders?"

Wang Zhihe had a blank face and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Song Xianglan sneered:

"Didn't you just go looking for a beating? You've become so spoiled!"

Wang Zhihe finally made a move.

He sighed, his voice utterly exhausted: "Qiao Zhaodi, apologize to your godmother."

"No!" Qiao Zhaodi screamed. "You're all bullying me."

A husband and wife should unconditionally protect each other. But Wang Zhihe... hurt her deeply.

It's not worth backing down for a man like that.

"Apologize." Wang Zhihe stared at her, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a stranger.

Qiao Zhaodi gritted her teeth, picked up the snakeskin bag from the ground, and stopped abruptly as she passed Wang Zhihe.

"Pooh!"

He spat a mouthful of saliva hard onto Wang Zhihe's face.

"Wang Zhihe, even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't come back." Qiao Zhaodi said with disgust, and suddenly reached into Wang Zhihe's pocket.

With swift and precise movements, he grabbed the twenty yuan from Wang Zhihe's pocket.

"This is my money." Qiao Zhaodi clutched the money tightly in her hand.

When Qiao's mother saw that she had received the money, she was immediately alerted.

His eyes lit up and the worry on his face vanished instantly.

She stopped howling.

Carrying the snakeskin bag, he grabbed Qiao Zhaodi and headed towards the courtyard gate, fearing that Wang Zhihe would change his mind and take the money back.

When the Queen Mother saw that her money had been stolen...

In her haste, she was about to chase after him, saying, "Qiao Zhaodi, leave the money here."

A rough, large hand stopped her.

Wang Zhihe wiped the spit off his face, watching the two figures hurriedly leave, his voice hoarse:

"Mom, give it to her. Consider it compensation for the divorce."

The mother was so anxious that she stamped her feet, "That's twenty dollars!"

"Give it to her." Wang Zhihe repeated, then turned and walked into the house, his back hunched over like an old man.

The Queen Mother stood frozen in place, watching her son's forlorn figure.

Looking again at the empty gate, he slapped his thigh and cried:

"Are you really getting a divorce? You have three kids, how are you going to live? Why don't you listen to anything I say?"

She cried and scolded her son for his stubbornness, saying that no amount of beatings and scoldings could change his stubbornness since he was a child.

But as he continued to curse, a bitter feeling of regret welled up inside him.

If I had loved this son more when he was a child and hadn't been so biased, would he still listen to what I say now?

Now look what's happened; what she said is like talking nonsense.

Even if it's for the good of their grandchildren, no one listens anymore.