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

Grandma Yu's face turned a deep purplish-red. Looking at Shen Huijun's desperate stance, she still felt a chill in her heart.

She plopped down on the caregiver's chair, huffing and puffing.

He spat and cursed at Tang Huan:

"Aren't you going to buy food? Do you want me to starve to death so you can inherit those few acres of land?"

Tang Huan lowered her head to get her lunchbox.

The man on the bed remained motionless.

Yu Qian, who had been standing by watching the show, grinned and approached.

"Sister-in-law, I'm not familiar with this hospital. Let me go with you to familiarize ourselves with the way. I'll take care of the chores like buying meals from now on. I can't let you get tired."

Tang Huan stiffened and gripped the aluminum lunchbox tightly in her hand.

"No need, I can go by myself. The way is easy to find, you can just ask for directions whenever you go out."

"What's with the affectation?"

Old Mrs. Yu yelled again:

"The second brother wants to help, so why are you putting on airs as his sister-in-law? Let him go, so you don't embezzle the meal tickets."

Tang Huan bit her lip.

He walked quickly outside with his head down.

Yu Qian followed after him with a wicked smile on his lips and a swaying shoulder.

Song Xianglan watched the two figures leave one after the other, her brows furrowing into a deep frown.

Yu Qian's rat-like eyes had been constantly glancing at Tang Huan and the young woman in the ward, his gaze as filthy as if he'd been soaking in a cesspool.

"Huijun, I'm going to get food too."

Song Xianglan picked up three empty lunchboxes from the table, told Shen Huijun what to do, and then followed her out.

The hospital cafeteria is in the building at the back.

You have to walk through a long corridor in the middle.

It wasn't mealtime, and the corridor was deserted, not a soul in sight.

The plaster on both sides of the wall was peeling badly, revealing the red bricks underneath, which looked eerie.

Yu Qian saw that no one was around.

His previously unhurried pace suddenly quickened, and he darted up behind Tang Huan in just a few steps.

Tang Huan felt a chill run down her spine as she heard footsteps approaching. Just as she was about to step aside, someone slapped her hard on the butt.

"Oh, sister-in-law, the city's environment is really good for you. It feels so good after just a few days."

Yu Qian's hoarse voice had a nauseatingly sticky quality to it.

Tang Huan reacted as if she had been burned, jumping forward a great distance, turning around and staring intently at Yu Qian, her face flushed red.

"You beast, I'm your sister-in-law. The one lying in the hospital room is your own brother."

"My own brother?"

Yu Qian leaned against the wall.

A nonchalant smile played at the corners of his eyes, and his gaze swept over Tang Huan with unbridled abandon.

"Sister-in-law, let's stop fooling ourselves. That good-for-nothing is no different from a turtle crawling on the ground now that he's lost his legs. You're so young, do you really want to live a life of widowhood forever?"

He lowered his voice:

"Why don't you come with me? I'm also a member of the Yu family, and I guarantee I'll let you experience the joys of being a woman."

"Once you're with me, it'll be official in my mother's eyes, and she won't want to put you through that anymore."

Tang Huan was so angry that she trembled all over and raised the lunchbox in her hand to smash it.

"You...have you lost all your conscience? That's your own brother!"

Yu Qian grabbed Tang Huan's wrist.

He chuckled:

"Sister-in-law, I miss you so much it breaks my heart. Life without you is so tasteless. It's not that I'm lustful, it's just that you're so beautiful it's unfair, tempting me to commit a crime for you."

"Snapped!"

A black cloth shoe whistled through the air and landed squarely on Yu Qian's greasy face.

"Ouch!" Yu Qian cried out in pain, covering her face and letting go.

Tang Huan was so frightened that her face turned as pale as paper.

Song Xianglan stood there barefoot, holding the sole of her cloth shoe in her hand, and slapped Yu Qian's forehead hard with the sole several times.

"I think you're a toad having sex with a frog—ugly and frivolous. Your face would be considered an illegal structure even in the eighteenth level of hell; how dare you bring it out here?"

How many times has reality slapped you in the face, you shameless bastard?

"Who are you? You crazy woman."

Yu Qian was stunned by the blow, but after realizing what had happened, she glared at him and was about to fight back.

"What business is it of yours how I talk to my sister-in-law?"

"I am your great-aunt."

Song Xianglan nimbly dodged to the side, avoiding Yu Qian's fist, and jumped up to strike him on the back of the head again.

"You standing here are more disgusting than your great-uncle's festering hemorrhoids. Even from two miles away, I'm disgusted by your stench."

Tang Huan, who was originally huddled in the corner in fear, suddenly turned into anger when she saw Song Xianglan fighting with a grown man to help her.

She gritted her teeth, raised the aluminum lunchbox in her hand, closed her eyes, rushed forward, and smashed it hard against Yu Qian's face.

"Bang!"

That slap landed squarely, denting the lunchbox lid.

"Ah, my nose!" Yu Qian cried out like a pig being slaughtered, clutching her bleeding nose.

This shout startled Tang Huan.

The lunchbox in her hand clattered to the ground, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Auntie... please stop hitting him, please stop hitting him." Tang Huan tugged at Song Xianglan's sleeve, her voice trembling with tears. "If people find out, my mother-in-law will say I'm unfaithful... she'll definitely say I seduced him..."

Tang Huan's body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

That's the fate of women; they're the ones being harassed, but in the end, all the blame is poured on the victims.

Why doesn't he harass others?

It must be because you're dressed inappropriately.

It must be your alluring eyes.

This victim-blaming mentality is like a mountain pressing down on people, making it hard to breathe.

Song Xianglan paused, and looking at Tang Huan's terrified eyes, her heart suddenly ached.

It was the same in my past life; life was too hard for women, they didn't even dare to shout out their grievances.

Hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and several security guards in uniform ran over.

"What's going on? Who's causing trouble?"

Song Xianglan's eyes darted around, and she grabbed Tang Huan's hand, pulling her behind her.

Then he threw the shoe in his hand on the ground, pointed at Yu Qian who was getting up from the ground, and his voice instantly rose eight octaves.

"Catch the pervert! This freak is groping an old woman like me!"

Yu Qian, who was about to get up from the ground to complain, was stunned.

The security guards who had just run over were also stunned.

Several security officers looked at Yu Qian, whose face was completely disfigured on the ground, and then at Song Xianglan, who looked upright and was old enough to be Yu Qian's biological mother.

This is too much...

That's a bit extreme, isn't it?

While it's true that aged wine is more fragrant, women... don't necessarily become more charming with age.

"You're talking nonsense."

Yu Qian was so angry that he jumped up and down, pointing at Song Xianglan and yelling, "Don't you know how old you are? I wouldn't even date a sow like you!"

"I know my age, but you have no idea how perverted you are."

Song Xianglan pointed at Yu Qian's nose, "You don't do anything that involves people at all."

I was walking with this girl just now, and as soon as I changed seats, you touched my butt and said it felt nice. Did you say that?

"I didn't..." Yu Qian was about to retort.

Song Xianglan immediately interrupted, "Did you say 'it feels good'?"

"That's what they say, but I am..." Yu Qian instinctively tried to defend herself.

"That's enough that you've admitted it." Song Xianglan interrupted him, then turned to the security personnel. "Listen up, comrades."

In broad daylight, in this hospital where martyrs and wounded soldiers are staying, there are actually such morally corrupt hooligans.

He wouldn't even spare an old woman like me; it's utterly morally bankrupt. Where are his morals? Where are his bottom lines?

"You're talking nonsense! I was just touching..." Yu Qian panicked and opened her mouth to pull Tang Huan in.

Tang Huan bit her lip hard, her face as white as paper.

"Touch your grandpa."

With lightning speed, Song Xianglan pulled off the other sock from her foot and stuffed it into Yu Qian's wide-open mouth.

"Mmm...mmm"

Yu Qian's eyes rolled back from the pungent, sour smell.

"People who lie will have their private parts crawling like ants on an elm tree from now on." Song Xianglan put one hand on her hip and pointed at Yu Qian with the other. "Why don't you just go to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun? You did something bad, so don't say 'but.' You're a beast who wouldn't even spare a sow, let alone a sow."

Yu Qian's face was bruised and swollen from the beating with the sole of a shoe.

With a stinky sock stuffed in his mouth and that lewd look, he looked every bit the habitual offender.

Looking at Song Xianglan's righteous and awe-inspiring face, I was so angry that I was trembling all over.

Tang Huan, standing next to him, looked like an honest, unassuming passerby who had been terrified.

The captain of the security department's face darkened.

With a wave of his hand.

"take away."

Two burly officers stepped forward, one on each side, and lifted Yu Qian up, pinning her hands behind her back against the wall.

Song Xianglan's face was flushed as she approached the captain, lowered her voice, and looked very earnest.

"Comrade, there's something I'm not sure if I should say. My son is lying upstairs. He's a war hero who values ​​his reputation above all else."

Can we please keep this quiet?

What if this gets to the hospital ward and makes my son so angry that he doesn't want to live anymore?

We'll handle this privately, but the perpetrators must be severely punished. We also need to protect the families of other patients.

Upon hearing that the person was a family member of a combat hero, the captain was filled with awe and respect.

"Don't worry, ma'am, we will never tolerate this kind of scoundrel. We will definitely teach him a lesson he won't forget."

"Yes! We need a profound lesson that touches the soul." Song Xianglan gritted her teeth. "I think we should just arrest him and send him to some farm or quarry for a year or two of reformation so that he can properly wash away the scum in his brain."

"If this isn't dealt with seriously, he'll become a 2.0 version of the 'four pests' of society."

"You're right, this is serious hooliganism, and we will deal with it severely and transfer it directly to the police station." The captain nodded solemnly.

Yu Qian struggled desperately.

It made a "woo-woo" sound and its eyes were about to bulge out, but the security officer held it down tightly and dragged it away like a dead dog.

When the corridor quieted down again.

Tang Huan's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.

Song Xianglan reacted quickly and caught her.

"Auntie... what if, what if he comes back later?" Tang Huan's knuckles turned white as she gripped Song Xianglan's arm.

Song Xianglan bent down and put on her shoes.

He stomped his foot.

"Just deal with it. Remember, when something like this happens, don't worry about your mother-in-law scolding you or your husband's pride."

Human life is fleeting, like grass in autumn; everyone experiences life for the first time. Why should we indulge them?

She looked into Tang Huan's timid eyes and said, word by word:

"If you really push someone to the brink, you can just get up in the middle of the night and set fire to their house and family. If you die, it's just one person dying, but if you take their whole family down with you, you've made a profit."

"Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes; the tough are afraid of those who are reckless. As long as you're willing to risk everything, no one will dare to bully you."

Tang Huan was stunned.

Tears clung to her eyelashes as she stared blankly at Song Xianglan.

Burning down houses?

This...this is too ruthless.

That sounds so exciting!

"They're all burdened by their reputation."

Tang Huan sniffed, her voice choked with emotion, "From a young age, my family taught me that after marriage, I should be filial to my parents-in-law and treat my husband's younger sister and brother-in-law well... My husband is away from home most of the year, and now he's like this... Actually, I'm not afraid of him being disabled, I'm just afraid that he doesn't want to live anymore."

Thinking of her son lying in bed.

The light in Song Xianglan's eyes dimmed slightly.

She couldn't wake Song Xiangdong up either, so what words could she say to comfort him?

"Let's give him a little push."

Song Xianglan sighed, patted Tang Huan on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, let's go buy some food. If that old hag asks, just say he went to the outhouse."

The two went to the cafeteria to get their food.

Back in the ward.

Grandma Yu was craning her neck to look at the doorway.

Seeing that only the two of them had returned, Old Mrs. Yu's face darkened, and she asked in an annoyed tone:

"Where's Yu Qian? Didn't she say she was going to buy food with you?"

Song Xianglan handed the lunchbox in her hand to Zhou Fang and Shen Huijun.

As he opened his lunchbox, he muttered absentmindedly:

"The elm seeds are hanging on the elm tree. Has your mouth been smeared with manure? So much food can't shut you up, you insist on eating elm seeds."

Grandma Yu was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"I said your son went to do good deeds to accumulate good karma for you." Song Xianglan sneered, picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her mouth, "The braised pork is especially delicious today."