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

He Xiuxiu's loud wailing brought everyone around her back to reality.

She didn't even bother to wipe the tears from her face; the resentment that had been suppressed for so long surged up, and she pointed at the Li family's gate and began to settle scores without a care in the world.

"You think I'm a money-loser? Fine, let's settle this score."

"When I entered your Li family's house, I brought 36 legs with me. And a refrigerator too."

As a result, my sister-in-law said, "I need to store breast milk after giving birth," and without saying a word, you all moved my refrigerator to her house.

That big color TV was given to my dad by someone he found working at the docks. A customer from the port city gave it to him in exchange for foreign exchange certificates. The older woman said, "Preparing lessons is tiring for my eyes," so you guys sent the color TV away overnight and got a broken black and white TV with static in return.

The surrounding neighbors were in an uproar.

He Xiuxiu's dowry was simply luxurious.

Li's mother's face turned pale and then red, and she noticed that the eyes of the people around her had changed.

She panicked and shoved Li Guobin, who was standing next to her, "Are you dead? Are you just going to stand by and watch her spout nonsense and ruin the family reputation?"

"Several members of our Li family work; we don't care about her things."

He Xiuxiu simply rushed into the middle of the crowd and rolled up her sleeves.

"Where am I talking nonsense? Everyone says I'm a temporary worker and not good enough for your cadre family. But if you lay out your dowries, how many wives on this street bring more than me?"

Sister-in-law, you begged her back with a dowry.

As soon as she entered the school, you used your connections to get her a substitute teacher position, and within a few years she was promoted to a permanent position.

I practically paid my way into this family, and this is your excuse for treating me like I'm not human?

She almost poked Li Guobin's nose with her finger. "Li Guobin, put your hand on your conscience. In your parents' eyes, in what way are you better than your sister-in-law?"

"You can't even protect your own wife's refrigerator and TV, what kind of man are you?"

Li Guobin was so angry that his face turned red, and he didn't know what to do with his hands.

The whispers around him felt like needles pricking him.

He stomped his feet in frustration.

"Enough! Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough? The whole street is laughing at our family!"

"Who's going to laugh at me? I'm not afraid of being laughed at." He Xiuxiu roared, veins bulging on her neck. "I married you and endured all the hardships I've never experienced in my life. What do I have to be afraid of?"

Seeing that He Xiuxiu had completely broken off relations, Li's mother realized that He Xiuxiu was completely estranged from her.

The last layer of fig leaf is gone.

He cursed loudly: "It's your own fault for being a masochist. I never even looked down on someone like you who throws themselves at others."

She shamelessly tricked my innocent son into sleeping with her before they were even married.

"If you hadn't seduced him, would my Guobin have even looked at you? Who knows if you're even clean, or if you've already been used up and found an honest guy to take your place."

"A girl from a good family wouldn't rush to give so many gifts."

"Look how well-off my family is. My Guobin married a woman who was practically a money-loser, without spending a single penny."

That's a really harsh statement.

In the early 1980s.

This is a noose around a woman's neck.

He Xiuxiu froze, the light in her eyes instantly extinguished, leaving only a deathly gray.

She suddenly let out a piercing scream and, with her head down, rammed her head against the windowsill at the entrance of the Li family's house.

"Xiuxiu".

"Oh my god."

With quick reflexes, Song Xianglan rushed forward and grabbed He Xiuxiu's waist tightly, pulling her back from the brink of death.

He Xiuxiu's body was as limp as a puddle of mud.

He collapsed in Song Xianglan's arms, panting heavily, his tears soaking his clothes.

Song Xianglan's anger flared up, and she pointed at Li's mother and began to curse:

"Old woman Li, if you can't speak properly, use your underwear to cover your latrine. If you really can't hold it in, then sit at the same table as the dogs."

How could you say something like that?

That girl is completely innocent and went to be with your son. If your son didn't have those feelings for her, would he have been forced into bed with her?

Is your son a block of wood or has he been drugged?

You're trying to frame your own daughter-in-law and then force your son to be cuckolded twice—what a heartless mother you are!

The neighbors frowned as they listened.

"Yeah, that's just too unethical."

"How can you talk about your own daughter-in-law like that? Isn't that driving someone to their death?"

Li Guobin's face turned bright red, filled with shame and indignation.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Li's mother trembled with anger. "You...you're an ingrate too. I introduced you to so many good families' daughters, but you insisted on going out drinking and getting yourself into this mess. Now you're blaming me?"

"We don't want the same substitute teachers, so we'll hire a temporary worker from the neighborhood committee. If you've got the guts, get out of here."

After saying that, she slammed the bedroom door shut and hid inside, never to come out again.

She was still cursing He Xiuxiu in her heart for revealing all her family's secrets.

Now the whole compound knows that the refrigerator and color TV were brought by his wife. How can he face people now?

Li Guobin stood still.

Feeling uncomfortable from the pointing and whispering gazes around him, he turned around and vented his anger on He Xiuxiu.

"Look at you, why are you acting crazy instead of enjoying a good life? What woman doesn't have children? Everyone else has sons, but you can't even give birth to a boy. And you still have the nerve to want to eat chicken?"

He slammed the door shut with a bang.

He Xiuxiu was locked out.

The corridor was chilly when the wind blew.

He Xiuxiu cried so hard she almost passed out.

She was still in her postpartum period, and her body was already weak.

This disturbance has further jeopardized the situation.

Chen Zui hadn't said a word until now, but he quietly went inside and brought out a chair for He Xiuxiu to sit on.

He, a rich young master, had never seen anything like this before; his eyes were filled with the wonder of seeing the world for the first time.

Song Xianglan turned to Sister Wu, who was already stunned, and instructed her, "Sister Wu, scoop two bowls of chicken soup from the casserole, heat it in a small pot, add some noodles, and poach two eggs. Bring it over quickly."

Sister Wu exclaimed "Oh!" and quickly ran back into the house.

As He Xiuxiu sat in the chair, she suddenly felt a surge of warm, wet sensation beneath her.

Her expression changed, and when she looked down, she saw a patch of dark red blood seeping onto the chair.

I just broke down in tears because I was so emotional.

Her face flushed instantly. She tried to stand up to cover herself, but she was too weak and felt so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Auntie, I got your chair dirty. I'll buy you a new one later."

Song Xianglan looked down.

My heart ached.

What kind of suffering has this woman endured?

"Let's not talk about that, it's just a chair."

She turned around and pounded on the Li family's front door, making a deafening noise. "Li Guobin, open the door. Quickly let your wife go in and change her clothes."

There was no movement inside.

Song Xianglan got angry and kicked him, saying, "Li Guobin, if you don't open the door, I'll go and call people right now and tell them that your Li family is abusing pregnant women and attempting to murder them."

With a "click," the door opened.

Li Guobin stood at the door with a dark expression.

Before he could speak, Song Xianglan pushed him away.

"Xiuxiu, don't mind him, come in." Song Xianglan helped He Xiuxiu into the Li family home.

Song Xianglan rushed into the bedroom, pulled out a clean set of clothes, and without saying a word pushed He Xiuxiu into the bathroom. She then called out from outside, "Don't catch a cold, or you'll get migraines later. Quickly change your clothes and go back to your room to rest."

A faint meow came from the bedroom.

Song Xianglan followed the sound and went inside. There was a small swaddled baby on the bed.

Upon opening the lid, the baby inside was as thin as a bald little mouse, its face wrinkled, and its cries were intermittent, clearly having no strength left to cry.

It looks even smaller than other newborns.

Song Xianglan's heart tightened. She picked up the child and walked out, glaring at Li Guobin.

"Where's the formula? Can't you see how hungry the baby is?"

Li Guobin retorted, "Why buy formula? That stuff is so expensive. The doctor said breastfeeding is best."

Her two [female figures] are like cliffs.

How could there be no milk?

She deliberately starved the child to force my mother to give her money.

From the bathroom came He Xiuxiu's tearful voice: "I have milk, but it's not enough for the baby. None of you believe me. You all say that because I'm so big, I must have plenty, but it's meat, not milk..."

Song Xianglan was furious. What kind of absurd logic was this?

She carried the child and walked out.

Mother Shen brought over a clean glass baby bottle filled with prepared formula, which was just the right temperature.

"This is a new bottle for Fu Bao. It was just sterilized this morning, so it's clean. Give the baby a sip quickly."

Song Xianglan took it.

Put the pacifier into the child's mouth.

The little one seemed to smell a lifeline, and immediately put his little mouth on the nipple and began to suck desperately.

A gurgling swallowing sound came from his throat.

They drank it down in big gulps, not even bothering to take a deep breath.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on that little face, still wet with tears.

Song Xianglan's eyes welled up with tears, and she launched into a tirade against Li Guobin:

"Open your dog eyes and look! This child is hungry. What mother would deliberately not feed her child properly? She's weak and malnourished; where would she get breast milk?"

"You have the nerve to say your wife is like a cliff. It's like wanting a son but keeping planting girl seeds in the ground."

"The crops you want won't grow in this land, and you still have the nerve to blame the soil for being infertile? Even Xiuxiu didn't complain about your seed being no good."

Li Guobin was dumbfounded by this "seed theory".

He opened his mouth but couldn't refute it for a long time.

Shen's mother chimed in, her voice gentle yet sharp, "A new mother's mood is the most important thing. If she's in a bad mood, where will her milk come from? You're not giving her any food and you're not giving her any nice treatment. Even an iron woman couldn't take it."

An aunt took the chair and rinsed it clean under the tap.

Then it was placed in the sun to dry.

When He Xiuxiu came out after cleaning up, she was so exhausted that she had to lean against the wall.

Seeing her daughter drinking milk in Song Xianglan's arms, two more tears rolled down her pale face.

"Auntie, thank you."

"Alright, hurry back inside." Song Xianglan tucked the child, who had eaten and drunk his fill and fallen asleep, back into her arms.

He turned around and went back to his own house.

A little while later, she came over carrying a whole bag of unopened milk powder and a pound of white sugar, and Shen's mother also brought over chicken soup noodles.

"Here's the formula, and the bottle is yours too. Don't be stingy, the baby's the priority. You should eat your chicken noodle soup first."

He Xiuxiu was holding a large soup bowl.

There are two chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken breast, a large piece of chicken liver, and chicken blood inside.

She looked at her daughter sleeping peacefully in the cradle, and felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.

The Li family's gate was closed again.

The corridor returned to silence.

As Shen's mother wiped Fu Bao's hands, she couldn't help but sigh:

"Oh my, your preference for sons over daughters is really too severe. Although we also have this custom where we're from, it's nothing compared to what you're doing. You drive people to their deaths."

Song Xianglan sat on the sofa.

He took a sip of water to moisten his throat, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"This kind of thinking is deeply ingrained and cannot be changed in a day or two." Song Xianglan looked at Fubao and Youbao playing on the ground. "So women should study more and work more. Only when they have money in their hands can they stand tall."

One woman's resistance may be futile, but if one person takes the lead in resistance, it will inspire a group of people to resist. Things will get better.