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

Wu Baojun felt that he was even more wronged than Dou E.

He's a man, and he's usually too busy with work to keep track of every little thing women do.

She was upset because the blind date wasn't discussed with her sister-in-law and family beforehand, so it's only natural for her to make a scene.

A woman can be easily appeased.

In the past, when female workers were in a bad mood, regardless of right or wrong, as long as they were willing to lower their heads and say a few soft words, they would be sure to obey.

He took a deep breath and forced an expression that suggested he had suffered a great injustice but was considering the bigger picture.

Wu Baojun's gaze, which was filled with affection as he looked at the dog, was fixed on Lin Fang. "Xiuyu isn't a bad person, she's just a bit too straightforward."

She was preoccupied with her deceased sister and saw everyone as someone who wanted to take her sister's place, which is why she was angry with me.

Can't you be a little more magnanimous and not take it to heart?

I truly like you. In the past six months, which month haven't I gone to Xiaoquan Brigade? Which time have I gone empty-handed?

This sentiment is genuine; you can feel it.

Looking at the face in front of her, Lin Fang used to think he was honest and kind, but now she realized he was all a hypocrite.

He did indeed like Lin Fang.

Marriage is never just a matter between two people; it involves too many factors.

Lin Fang sneered, "She's not a bad person, but she has a sharp tongue and does even more vicious things."

She comes to my shop every few days to curse and spread rumors that I'm a slut. You call that being straightforward?

"Whether you're truly concerned for your deceased sister or your living brother-in-law, you both know perfectly well. Why pretend you're not?"

A chorus of "boos" erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Wu Baojun's expression froze, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt down in public.

He wanted to kneel down before Lin Fang; kneeling down for a woman he liked wasn't shameful.

With so many eyes watching, how could he, the head of the security department, ever hold his head high in the factory after kneeling like this?

He forced his knees to stay straight, keeping his legs taut, and only bent his upper body slightly.

Wu Baojun turned to Liu Chounu and pleaded, "Please have pity on me. I've been so busy at the factory lately, focusing on production, that I've neglected things at home."

I truly want to marry Lin Fang, and I promise I will never let her suffer. My relationship with Xiuyu is completely innocent.

Liu Chou-nv didn't even lift her eyelids. "I feel sorry for you too. I'll take you with me when I'm buried. We'll each have our own grave, one for you and one for me, so you won't suffer too much from forbidden love while I'm still alive. You can do whatever you want in the afterlife."

The neighbors burst into laughter.

Song Xianglan laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight. "Alright, Section Chief Wu, stop playing the love guru here."

Your little bit of love is like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it's all ill-intentioned.

You're a scrap of humanity, lacking in intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor skills, but utterly devoid of morality. You're like a seed that won't sprout, a pure evil trying to get something for nothing.

She speaks like a machine gun firing:

"You love Lin Fang, this cow that can produce milk without eating grass. You love that she can be a live-in nanny for the Wu family and a stepmother for Lu Xiuyu's child who is neither a proper illegitimate child nor a proper nephew."

This string of swear words.

The neighbors were stunned.

"Wow, this lady's mouth must be blessed!" an older woman exclaimed, slapping her thigh. "That's so mean! I want to become her apprentice right now."

"Line up! Count me in!"

Immediately, someone chimed in, "Learn this trick, and you'll never be afraid of losing an argument again."

Song Xianglan was in the middle of a tirade when she heard this and almost stammered.

She cleared her throat and waved her hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies. "Be serious, everyone. We're here to demand an explanation, not to take on apprentices."

"Which bastard came to my son's house to cause trouble? Does he think this old woman is easy to talk to?"

Grandma Wu, struggling with her old, cold legs, charged forward like a cannonball.

She was chatting with some old friends in the back alley when she heard her granddaughter report that someone was going to demolish her house.

That's outrageous! If I don't show my face, will people really think I've retired from the martial arts world?

The crowd parted to make way.

Grandma Wu rushed too fast and was about to crash into Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan didn't move her body, but her feet slid to the side very naturally, and she casually extended her cloth shoes with a thousand layers of soles, gently hooking them in the path that Old Lady Wu was bound to take.

"Ouch--"

Grandma Wu tripped and lost her balance, falling forward like a giant turtle.

As luck would have it, Grandpa Dong, a recipient of the "Five Guarantees" (a government welfare program for the elderly and disabled) from the same street, was standing right in front of him painting tiger orchids.

"Bang,"

Grandma Wu crashed solidly into Grandpa Dong's arms, her wrinkled mouth landing precisely on Grandpa Dong's face, which was as wrinkled as sandworm skin.

"Smack."

Time stood still.

Grandpa Dong's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Huh..." A long sigh of disgust mixed with excitement came from the surrounding area.

The neighborhood lad who always loved to joke around whistled, hands in his pockets:

"My goodness, Mr. Dong, you're quite the lucky man! At your age, you still have young ladies throwing themselves at you, and kissing in the street—how passionate!"

Song Xianglan laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"I was wondering why this old bastard looked familiar; turns out he's a womanizer. When the water and electricity were cut off at home, he came outside and started hugging and kissing people randomly."

Is this the family tradition of the Wu family? The elders openly exploit the neighbors, the younger ones prey on their ex-sisters, their motto being "never picky eaters." What a voracious appetite!

Grandma Wu struggled frantically to get out of Grandpa Dong's arms.

The old man's face turned a deep shade of liver. "You...who are you? I'll tear your mouth apart, you shrew! You start spreading rumors as soon as you're done with your ass. I've even seen my great-grandson! Are you blind and spouting nonsense?"

Song Xianglan glared at her, "Your brain has been flooded, fermented, and even a dung beetle might swing a sledgehammer while passing by."

There are so many eyes watching, and you went and pounced on that old man yourself.

"You've already met your great-grandson, but that hasn't stopped you from being affectionate with other men."

Grandpa Dong finally snapped out of his daze. Ignoring the spit on his face, he chuckled, touched the spot where he'd been kissed, and straightened his back ramrod straight: "You young folks don't know anything! Don't laugh at my age. Back in my day, I was a real gem in Pingxing Street! So many young women and wives chased after me, but I was too picky, and I'm still a bachelor. Who would have thought that even in my old age, my charm would remain, and I'd still be a rock!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The neighbors burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down their faces. Someone shouted, "Grandpa Dong is awesome! It seems Grandma Wu is attracted to you for this reason, publicly displaying her affection!"

What was originally a serious debt collection scene instantly turned into a large-scale comedy of gossip and spectacle.

Grandma Wu was so angry that her vision blurred and she almost fainted.

Unable to bear the ridicule of those around her, she shouted, "Baojun, quickly call the security department! Drive these bandits out!"

Song Xianglan was imposing.

"Even if an old hen wears a flowery jacket, she's still no good bird if she flies to the sky. Your grandson is being prevented from marrying by a married woman, and you don't care, letting that sister-in-law cause trouble at home. Does she have some kind of leverage over your Wu family?"

Her eyes turned sinister.

"How exactly did that deceased sister die? She was engaged to my niece, yet she kept sending her younger sister to cause trouble every few days."

"How did you die?" The question struck like a thunderbolt, causing the Wu mother and son to cry out that they were innocent.

Wu Baojun was furious.

His deceased wife was ill, and he took a lot of time off to take care of her during that period.

Only those who wronged him know how wronged he was.

The neighbors were a little confused.

I initially thought it was a forbidden love between my former sister-in-law and brother-in-law, but then the old lady, in her twilight years, became confused and started joking around with her old face.

Why does it sound like a criminal case now?

This melon is too big; I'm a bit full after eating it.

Life has gotten better, and we're so full of melon seeds we're practically stuffed.

Wu Baomei, who had been watching the show from the doorway, was now facing a situation where the fire was about to spread to her own doorstep.

She ran out crying, "You're talking nonsense! How can someone spew such filth? You've ruined my family's reputation with your lies, what will become of us now?"

She cried with such a wronged expression, glaring venomously at Lin Fang, who hadn't said a word.

"Sister Lin Fang, you should also do something about them. If this gets out, it won't be good for you either."

Lin Fang felt nothing but indifference.

"Bao Mei," Lin Fang said calmly, "it was Lu Xiuyu who ruined your reputation. She was the one who wanted to take your brother away. You're crying at the wrong grave."

"If you really want to resolve this, it's easy. Lu Xiuyu should divorce her current husband, clear the space on the marriage certificate, and let him marry your brother on the spot."

This way, the sister-in-law becomes the daughter-in-law, and the brother-in-law becomes the husband, strengthening family ties and even making the children related by blood. Isn't that wonderful?

Song Xianglan clapped her hands.

"Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders; let the meat rot in one pot, so it won't go out and harm others."