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

Song Xianglan's insult, "Go to the temple to practice Buddhism," made Lin Fang lose face, her face turning red and white in turns.

The ugly woman listened from the side, wiping away tears.

She felt both sorry for her daughter and angry at her for being so disappointing.

"Alright, stop wailing." Song Xianglan threw the rag on the table. "Clean the shop up first, it's an eyesore."

Several people were cleaning in silence.

Lin Fang's hand holding the broom trembled slightly, and her eyes were red and swollen.

Old Zhao strolled over from the alley entrance with his hands behind his back. He often came here to eat, which was a way of supporting Lin Fang's business.

"Song Xianglan, don't bother going back tonight, just stay in the county for one night."

Anyway, your older sister's room has a big bed, so you can squeeze in and sleep there." Old Zhao was a kind-hearted man, and he could tell something was wrong from the situation.

Even after he retired, he still enjoyed listening to gossip.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you." Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony.

Lin Fang went to the kitchen to pack up the leftover food.

There was a lot of leftover oyster rice and pork offal soup, as well as two servings of taro rice.

Normally, Lin Fang, being the "kind person," would pack the leftover food that couldn't be sold or eaten into a stainless steel pot and deliver it to the Wu family.

Those two old folks in the Wu family don't mind leftovers.

He would always accept it with a smile and praise Lin Fang for "being good at managing money".

Sometimes Wu's mother would call her "baby" and say that Lin Fang must have been her mother and daughter in a past life.

With Song Xianglan standing there like a great Buddha, Lin Fang dared not entertain any such thoughts.

He carefully put the lunchbox into the mesh bag.

I'm going to bring it to the Zhao family for dinner.

Tang Juhua, being a clever girl, sidled up to Song Xianglan and whispered:

"Auntie, Lin Fang usually runs to the Wu family to fawn over them by now. She didn't dare to go today because she was afraid you'd scold her."

Song Xianglan sneered, her voice not quiet, specifically speaking to Lin Fang:

"Some silly women get a terminal illness called 'love brain' at a young age. As soon as they fall in love, their IQ drops like it's been eaten by a dog, and they'll die at the sight of a man."

In relationships between men and women, it's always one way or the other. Rushing in isn't a good deal; it's just a dog being unreasonable.

Lin Fang stiffened for a moment and didn't dare to say anything, carrying the net bag and following behind.

We arrived at Old Zhao's house.

Several people were eating around the table.

Song Xiangmei stir-fried two vegetarian dishes, which were served with oyster rice, taro rice, and pork offal soup that Lin Fang had brought back, making for a very satisfying meal.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit somber.

The ugly woman ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice and then slammed her chopsticks on the table.

With red eyes, he glared at Lin Fang and said, "Xiao Fang, I'm going to say this right now, in front of everyone."

If you continue to be so brainless, using your hard-earned money to support that ungrateful family, I'm not going to care about you anymore. Just pretend you don't have a mother anymore.

Lin Fang bit the tip of her chopsticks, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Mom, Baojun is a good man. Everyone in the neighborhood says he's reliable and a good husband."

Song Xianglan slammed the bowl down with a loud "bang".

"Reassuring?"

Nie Erhua, who was standing next to her, was startled.

Then he perked up his ears and his eyes lit up.

She loved listening to Song Xianglan scold people.

interesting.

"Do the neighbors really live with him? A good reputation is just for show."

Song Xianglan was practically ready to split Lin Fang's forehead open. "That whole family is so greedy, they're practically throwing beads at my face, and you're still here talking to me about how good people are."

"The old hen has flown to heaven; those two old geezers from the Wu family aren't exactly saints either."

Nie Erhua burst out laughing.

He quickly covered his mouth and shoveled some rice into his mouth to hide it.

"Auntie, you're exaggerating."

Lin Fang argued softly, "What do they want from a divorced rural woman like me with a ruined reputation?"

The Wu family are city dwellers with guaranteed government rations; Baojun is the head of the security department at the food factory. Do you think they'd even look at my paltry fortune?

Besides, Uncle and Aunt Wu are always very welcoming to me, unlike those heartless scumbags from the Geng family.

Are you stupid?

Song Xianglan was amused by the situation.

I picked up the teacup and took a big gulp of cold boiled water to calm my temper.

"Sometimes the richer you are, the stingier you are; the more urban people are, the more shrewd you are. They don't lack money, but do they think they have too much?"

A simpleton comes to work as a nanny with her own income, and even pays out of her own pocket to buy groceries and cook. You'd be lucky to find such a good thing.

She was also expected to sleep with them to give birth to a son to carry on the family line.

Is that being kind to you? It's being kind to 'free labor' and 'cash cows'.

Song Xianglan spoke like a machine gun:

"The Wu family must be saying behind your back that you're worthless, worthless stuff. You've only had a few good days, and you're already thinking about going back to poverty as soon as you have a couple of coins in your pocket?"

If you really have too much money to burn, you can throw it in the water and at least make a splash.

Giving it to them is like throwing good money after bad; people will laugh at you for having a stagnant brain and cerebellum.

No one in the room spoke.

Only Song Xianglan's curses echoed.

The ugly woman felt relieved but also a little sad.

Turning to Lin Fang, he said:

"Your Aunt Song's words may be harsh, but they make sense. If you continue to be so stubborn, I'm too lazy to bother with you anymore. I think you've become like a turtle eating a tortoise, disowning your own family for a man with a child in tow."

Lin Fang lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes.

I don't know how much of it he actually took in.

After finishing the meal.

Old Zhao went back to his room to listen to the radio.

Song Xianglan pulled Song Xiangmei to the courtyard to cool off.

Only the mother and daughter remained in the house.

Liu Chounv sighed, her tone softening slightly:

"Xiaofang, it's not that Mom doesn't want you to get married. But the marriage isn't even settled yet, and you're already putting yourself down like this."

Are your left and right brains on vacation?

I risked my life to go against your father, your brother, and your younger brother, and in the end you're supporting outsiders. It would have been better if you had supported your own brothers; at least they were family.

Lin Fang finally couldn't hold back anymore and cried while hugging Liu Chounu:

"Mom, I know I was wrong. I just... I've just never been praised like that before."

She sobbed, "I've never been smart since I was little. All you ever saw were my older and younger brothers. Even my eldest sister is better than me."

Doing any amount of work in the Geng family was expected, and they would still be beaten and scolded.

When I arrived at the Wu family's house, they praised my cooking skills when I cooked a meal, and praised my generosity when I bought something, saying that my ancestral graves had caught fire.

Baojun also said I'm the best woman in the world. I just feel...it's nice to be needed.

It turns out it was because of a lack of love.

A little bit of cheap verbal praise.

It made her want to give him her whole heart.

The ugly woman felt a pang of sadness as she touched her daughter's hair.

"Silly girl, that's called 'praise to death.' Praise doesn't cost anything, and they can say as many as they want."

Think about it carefully. If Wu Baojun really cared about you, would he watch you being bullied by his ex-sister-in-law?

"Can he watch you cook and wash dishes for his whole family?"

"Your Aunt Song is right, being a good person isn't enough. He's the one who caused this trouble, so why should he just disappear without a trace while you have to take the blame?"

Lin Fang remained silent for a long time before wiping away her tears.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I've disappointed you and Aunt Song. I'll go tell him tomorrow that Aunt Xiao Cui is causing trouble, and see how he reacts."

"Okay. Mom will let your Aunt Song stay one more day."

Early the next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Lin Fang got up very early.

While Liu Chounv was helping out at the shop, she packed a lunchbox of peanut soup, a freshly cooked pan-fried bun, and a fried dough stick, and headed towards the food factory.

She wanted to ask Wu Baojun.

Ask him if he knows that Lu Xiuyu came to the store to cause trouble, and if he knows that his daughter was threatened by Lu Xiuyu.

We arrived at the entrance of the food factory.

It was rush hour, and people were coming and going.

Lin Fang stood by the large iron gate but didn't see Wu Baojun; instead, she encountered her nemesis.

Lu Xiuyu, riding a brand-new 28-inch bicycle, wearing a polyester shirt and sporting fashionable big curls, arrogantly parked at the factory gate.

She spotted the lunchbox in Lin Fang's hand immediately, her nose twitched, and she smelled the aroma of peanut soup.

"Oh, isn't this Lin Fang?"

Lu Xiuyu pushed the cart over, her eyes filled with disdain. "What delicious food are you bringing for my brother-in-law? Give it to me, I'll take it inside for you."

She didn't have time to cause trouble yesterday.

I overslept this morning and didn't eat breakfast, so I'm really hungry now.

Lin Fang moved the lunchbox aside and said curtly, "No need, I'll give it to him myself."

Lu Xiuyu's expression changed, and she reached out to snatch it.

"You're here blocking men so early in the morning, have you no shame? My brother-in-law is very busy this morning, he doesn't have time to talk to you about love at the gate."

Lin Fang held onto the lunchbox tightly.

He took a step back.

If this were before, she would have handed over the items long ago and even had to put on a smiling face.

But today...

My mind is filled with Song Xianglan's words from last night: "It's worthless, like tofu dregs on a scale."

"You're a married woman, yet you're always meddling in your brother-in-law's affairs. Does your husband even know how shameless you are?" Lin Fang blurted out impulsively.

The sound wasn't loud.

At the bustling factory gate, some people could hear it clearly.

Several workers passing by stopped in their tracks.

He looked over with a playful expression.

Lu Xiuyu reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

She threw her bicycle to the ground and rushed over to slap him.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out.

Lin Fang's face stung, and half of her face turned red instantly.

"You're just a dog's tail stuffed in a sack, full of bullshit." Lu Xiuyu pointed at Lin Fang's nose and cursed, "You're a shameless slut."

"If it weren't for your seductive ways, Xiao Cui, a six or seven-year-old, wouldn't have cried and told me she was scared. You want to be a stepmother and abuse children? No way!"

Everyone's eyes then shifted to Lin Fang's face.

"It was a matchmaker who came to propose marriage, not me seducing him," Lin Fang said loudly, covering her face and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Pah!"

Lu Xiuyu spat on the ground, "You're not eager to please, you're just sending money and gifts all day long."

"You're already acting like a maid, serving the whole family before you've even stepped inside? Even prostitutes in brothels aren't as lowly as you. And you still have the nerve to talk back to me like that."

She shouted loudly and used extremely offensive language, attracting even more people to point fingers and whisper.

A figure walked out of the large iron gate.

Wu Baojun was wearing blue overalls and holding a teacup in his hand.

He frowned as he watched the farce unfold.

Lin Fang saw Wu Baojun and instinctively wanted him to fight back for her or say a word in her defense.

But looking at Wu Baojun's factory uniform, and remembering that he worked for a government agency, I thought that if things got out of hand, it would have a bad impact on him.

The "sensible" quality ingrained in his bones resurfaced.

She gritted her teeth and stuffed the lunchbox and the oil paper package containing fried dough sticks and pan-fried buns into Wu Baojun's arms as he walked over.

"for you."

Lin Fang covered her face, turned and ran, tears streaming down her face through her fingers.

Wu Baojun stood there, holding the warm lunchbox, somewhat bewildered.

He glanced at Lin Fang, who had run away, then at his sister-in-law with a fierce look on her face, and finally looked down at the oil paper package in his arms and sighed.