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

"But Xiang Dong..."

"Xiang Dong is quick-witted; he probably saw a stray cat or dog chasing after it." Song Xianglan pushed Shen Huijun into the house, her tone certain. "Go wash your face and rest for a while. Your body isn't what it used to be."

Shen Huijun sniffed.

She obediently went to her room.

Song Xianglan went to the kitchen, fetched hot water, mixed it with cold water, and brought it in for her to soak her feet.

What a day of hustle and bustle!

She was truly exhausted; the soles of her feet were in excruciating pain.

Song Xianglan stayed by her side, making small talk to distract her.

After Shen Huijun finished washing up and went to bed.

Within two minutes, her breathing became long and steady, and she was so tired that she fell asleep immediately.

Song Xianglan quietly closed the door and turned to look at the room next door.

Song Tingting was still studying diligently under the lamp.

This girl has been sitting on her chair the whole time after school, except when she's eating or going to the bathroom.

The courtyard was quiet.

All that remained was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

About an hour later.

The courtyard gate was gently pushed open a crack.

Song Xiangdong swaggered in, swinging a thin bamboo stick he'd broken off from somewhere.

Song Xianglan sat by the square table in the main room, waiting.

People came in.

She neither got up nor spoke, but simply looked at him quietly.

When Song Xiangdong saw his mother sitting there, he threw the bamboo stick in his hand against the wall.

He strode over, pulled up a chair and sat opposite Song Xianglan, reaching out to take her hand that was resting on the table.

My palms were warm, and my fingertips had thick calluses.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

The way he called out "Mom" was clear in his eyes, and there was no trace of foolishness left.

Song Xianglan felt relieved. She grabbed her son's hand and pulled him up, leading him to the kitchen.

"I left you some food; it's keeping it warm in the pot."

They went into the kitchen.

Song Xianglan lifted the lid of the pot.

A bowl of warm oyster fried rice was served.

Then I took a dish of pickled radishes from the jar.

"Would you like some sweet chili sauce?"

"want."

Song Xiangdong picked up the bowl, squeezed some sweet and spicy sauce onto the oyster rice, and mixed it well. He then ate the oyster fried rice with gusto.

Song Xianglan watched him finish his meal from the side.

"Xiang Dong, when did you get better?"

Song Xiangdong paused in his eating.

He put down the bowl, wiped his mouth haphazardly, looked up at Song Xianglan, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Mom, you noticed?"

"I am your mother, you are a piece of my flesh."

Song Xianglan sighed, "Yesterday Chunxia told me that she saw you go to the brigade headquarters to make a phone call. At that time, I was a little suspicious. It's just that silly girl Huijun is treating you like a child."

The moment you heard about Scarface today, the light in your eyes changed, and then you were gone.

If I still can't see it, I've wasted my life.

Song Xiangdong was silent for a moment.

He suddenly stood up, opened his arms, and hugged the petite Song Xianglan tightly.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

The man's voice sounded somewhat muffled.

It exudes a sense of suppressed emotion.

"I'm sorry to have worried you and Huijun. Actually... I've been lucid for several days now. But I didn't dare to say it, and I didn't want to say it."

Song Xiangdong rested his chin on his mother's shoulder and rubbed against her like he had been wronged when he was a child. "I used to think that you were the one who brought me here, and that you only had Yang Jianjun in your heart."

After I joined the army, I had even less chance to be there to take care of you. I was stunned during that time, as if I had gone back to being a child.

He closed his eyes and lowered his voice:

"Mom, you coax me to eat like a child, wash my face, and protect me from being bullied... This kind of life is too good. I'm greedy, I want to enjoy it for a few more days."

Song Xianglan felt a pang of sadness, and almost couldn't hold back her tears.

She was foolish in her past life, treating that ingrate Yang Jianjun like a treasure.

Instead, they owed Xiang Dong a debt.

She raised her hand and patted Song Xiangdong's back twice forcefully:

"Silly boy, why are you apologizing to your mother? It's because I was blind before and wronged you."

"Mom, the greatest kindness you've shown me is raising me." Song Xiangdong loosened his embrace, helped Song Xianglan sit down, pulled up a small stool and sat on her lap, resting his head against her chest. "The bond between us, mother and son, can never be repaid in this life. In the next life, I'll be your son again."

Song Xianglan's fingers ran through his slightly stiff stubble and touched the two long scars on the back of his head.

She held back her tears and changed the subject, "What were you doing just now? Don't tell me you went to see the egrets."

Song Xiangdong raised his head, a murderous aura flashing across his face, as if he had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

"Mom, I don't want you to get into dangerous situations."

He speaks very fast:

"I found the hideout of that scarred man and the man with the mole. Those two are in cahoots with Yan Ergou; they're a group that specializes in theft and robbery."

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat: "Are they really after Yan Ergou's embezzled funds?"

"Hmm." Song Xiangdong nodded, a hint of disdain on his face. "They pulled off a big heist together, but most of the stuff was lost during the transfer."

The group suspected each other, each believing that the other had taken the stolen goods.

Last time Yan Ergou was in jail, he couldn't withstand the torture and wanted to confess. Scarface used his connections to threaten him with the lives of his entire family, forcing him to take the blame alone.

Now that Yan Ergou is dead, I heard that before he died he handed over some of the stolen goods, which happened to be a small portion of the stolen shipment.

"These guys knew Yan Ergou had hidden the rest of the money and goods." Song Xiangdong sneered. "They turned the Yan and Nie families upside down, even dug up the ground three feet deep, but they didn't find a single thing."

"I don't know who said our house was built after stolen goods went missing, and they're assuming it was because you took bribes from Yan Ergou."

Song Xianglan felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

If these desperados target your home, it's truly impossible to defend against them.

"Is Erhua in danger?"

Song Xiangdong shook his head, his eyes filled with disdain, as if he were looking at a few ants.

"Mom, don't panic. These thugs who only bully ordinary people are just tough-looking. Compared to the soldiers from that monkey country on the battlefield, they're not even worth a hair."

He recalled his days at the border.

The elderly, women, and children of that monkey country were raising their hands and shouting "civilians!" one second, and the next second they pulled out guns and started firing at the soldiers.

Compared to those inhuman people.

Scarface is child's play.

"Leave this to me." Song Xiangdong clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. "Since they dared to set their sights on our family, I'll show them what it means to have no way back."

He didn't ask Song Xianglan whether she had taken Yan Ergou's money or not.

In his heart, his mother is his mother.

Even if they do get it, it's because they earned it through their own abilities.

Anyone who dares to bare their teeth will have their teeth knocked out.

Seeing her son's decisive and ruthless demeanor, Song Xianglan felt much more at ease.

Having a pillar of support in the family makes a real difference.

"Alright, you can handle the ghosts and monsters outside." Song Xianglan looked at him with a teasing expression, "But you can go and pray to the big Buddha in the house yourself."

Song Xiangdong was taken aback: "What?"

"You've been playing dumb for days, scaring your wife half to death. Just now, Huijun was terrified you'd get lost."

Song Xianglan pointed towards the bedroom, "If you don't confess soon, and she finds out herself, I'll see how you handle it. If she gets so angry that she goes back to Haishi, you'll regret it and have nowhere to cry."

Song Xiangdong's expression changed instantly.

He looked completely flustered.

"Oh no, we've messed up."

Song Xiangdong scratched his head, looking distressed and pleading, "Mom, can you help me explain? Just say... just say I fell and got better today?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at him and pushed him out of the kitchen.

"My daughter-in-law is so beautiful and capable, I don't want to offend her just to cover for you. Clean up your own mess!"

"Mom, my dear mother, you can't do this to your son!"

"Go quickly. Don't get in the way."

Song Xianglan slammed the kitchen door shut.

Hearing Song Xiangdong's hesitant footsteps outside the door, Song Xianglan leaned against the door and laughed silently until she bent over.