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

Police cars came and went with sirens blaring.

Mr. and Mrs. He were carried onto a cart by their neighbors and taken to the hospital. The Li family also quickly called Li Guoyao and Li Guoying.

Inside the police station.

He Xiuxiu rolled her eyes and fainted.

When she woke up and was questioned by the police, she stared blankly and knew nothing about the situation.

"I don't know."

He Xiuxiu's eyes were filled with terror. "I was just sleeping at home when I dreamt that someone was slaughtering a pig. I still have to go back to make breakfast for Guobin."

Li Guobin was jumping up and down: "She was faking it. She stuffed...feces into my mouth. She even hit my parents with a hammer. She's a murderer."

He Xiuxiu trembled.

Looking aggrieved, he said, "Guobin, I really didn't."

The police looked at He Xiuxiu, who was so thin she was practically skin and bones, and then at Li Guobin, who was injured but full of energy and reeked of feces.

His brows furrowed into a knot.

He Xiuxiu had just lost her child, so her mental state was indeed unstable.

The police station was busy for more than an hour.

It was ultimately classified as a family dispute.

The police gave He Xiuxiu a few words of criticism and then told Li Guobin to take her back.

The key advice was: "Your wife recently gave birth and then lost her child. She's physically and mentally vulnerable. You, as her family, need to pay close attention and avoid upsetting her further. If she has a mental breakdown, your family will suffer too."

Li Guobin felt disgusted, as if he had swallowed a fly, but he had no choice but to take this "time bomb" home.

The elderly couple from the Li family were still in the hospital. Li Guobin told He Xiuxiu to go home while he rushed to the hospital.

He Xiuxiu acted as if nothing had happened.

Wearing those old clothes, I went home, cooked noodles, fried two eggs, added a big spoonful of lard, and after eating, I threw the bowl into the kitchen sink.

Li Guoying stormed in, slammed her bag on the table, and pointed at He Xiuxiu, cursing:

"You despicable wretch, how dare you lay a hand on my parents."

Before He Xiuxiu could turn around, Li Guoying grabbed her hair.

Li Guoying is a teacher who looks gentle but is a ruthless person when he gets into a fight.

She slammed He Xiuxiu against the wall and slapped her several times across the face.

"I'll change my surname if I don't beat you to death."

He Xiuxiu was beaten until her mouth bled, and she clung to Li Guoying, biting Li Guoying's ear hard.

"Ah..." Li Guoying screamed in agony.

He Xiuxiu's hands were also busy.

He stuck two fingers directly into Li Guoying's nostrils and frantically tried to pick them out.

"Let go. You crazy woman."

Li Guoying was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down her face. She shook her head frantically and then raised her knee to smash it into He Xiuxiu's stomach.

Once, twice.

He Xiuxiu was physically weak and could not withstand such a beating.

His grip loosened, and he slid to the ground.

Li Guoying covered her bleeding ear, her eyes red with anger.

With her pointed leather shoes, she kicked He Xiuxiu hard in the stomach and chest, one kick after another.

"Go to hell. You should die with your unlucky daughter."

He Xiuxiu curled up on the ground, clutching her head, without uttering a sound; only her body convulsed violently with each kick.

When Song Xianglan came over.

This is what I saw.

If it had been any later, He Xiuxiu would probably have been kicked to death on the spot.

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan rushed up and kicked Li Guoying in the lower back.

"Ouch."

Li Guoying never expected that someone would attack her from behind.

He lunged forward and fell flat on his face, almost hitting his front teeth on the floor tiles.

Song Xianglan used all her strength in that kick.

She quickly bent down to help He Xiuxiu.

Xiuxiu is as soft as mud; she can't be helped up at all.

Li Guoying got up, her hair a mess like a bird's nest, and there were beads of blood hanging from her ears.

"Where did you come from, you old hag? Mind your own business. This is a family matter for the Li family."

Song Xianglan stepped in front of He Xiuxiu, "To beat someone to death, is this the kind of upbringing your Li family has?"

"Why didn't you stand up for justice when she hit my parents?" Li Guoying screamed and tried to rush forward again. "If she beats them to death, she'll only have to pay some money. This kind of despicable slut is asking for death for daring to lay a hand on my parents."

It looked like Li Guoying's long fingernails were about to scratch Song Xianglan's face.

Song Xianglan first slapped Li Guoying, then kicked him in the stomach, sending him staggering back several steps to the ground.

Aunt Hu ran in carrying an enamel mug.

"What are you doing?" Aunt Hu shouted, standing between the two of them. "Li Guoying, you always look so respectable, but I never expected you to be such a shrew. You're a teacher who spews filth and wants to kill people. Your students are really unlucky to have you in their hands."

Li Guoying's identity was revealed.

His face turned pale and then red, but he still stubbornly argued, "She attacked first, I was acting in self-defense."

"Defense my ass. He Xiuxiu is lying on the ground, not moving, and you're still kicking her in the stomach." Song Xianglan spat. "If He Xiuxiu dies here today, you'll be going in and getting shot too."

Aunt Hu quickly squatted down.

He lifted He Xiuxiu's head and fed her the brown sugar water he had brought. "Xiuxiu, drink some quickly, don't scare the old lady."

He Xiuxiu's face turned deathly pale.

Most of the brown sugar water flowed down her chin, and she coughed twice before she finally caught her breath.

She opened her eyes, and there was a dark bluish-black bruise under them.

"She deserved to die."

He Xiuxiu slowly turned her head, her voice sounding like it came from hell. "I'll drag your whole family down with me, your son and your daughter, even if I die..."

The hairs on the back of Li Guoying's neck stood on end.

"You dare threaten me?"

Aunt Hu grabbed her arm and dragged her outside by force.

"Li Guoying, go ask your mother what despicable things she did? I don't believe your mother is clean, and that He Xiuxiu would go crazy for no reason."

Don't assume that classifying it as an accident means it really is an accident. Doesn't your mother have something to hide?

There's no need to ask about Li Guoying.

She had just come from the hospital before coming to the compound.

Li's mother was so shocked and frightened by the fact that she had a stomach full of excrement that she developed a high fever.

While unconscious, she kept talking nonsense, her hands flailing in the air, and she kept shouting, "Don't look for me, it's just your bad luck. Grandma's hands are shaking, I'm not afraid of you, come with me to find a Taoist priest to dissolve you."

Li Guoying heard it clearly.

That child was most likely killed by her mother.

But that's her biological mother.

Anyway, the baby is less than a month old.

If it were a boy, would her mother be willing to throw him away?

I heard that more girls from other places die.

At worst, we can give He Xiuxiu a new job and some money.

He Xiuxiu's current outburst is utterly disrespectful to the Li family, she's completely ungrateful.

Li Guoying… My mother meant well, she just wanted to have a grandson soon. She shook off Aunt Hu's hand, "I can't be bothered arguing with you bunch of shrewish women."

She grumbled as she straightened her clothes and turned to leave.

Only three women remained in the room.

Aunt Hu and Song Xianglan worked together to help He Xiuxiu sit down on a chair.

"Should we go to the hospital?" Song Xianglan asked, looking at He Xiuxiu's swollen cheeks.

He Xiuxiu shook her head, her eyes vacant.

"No need. Auntie, could you give me some ointment?"

Song Xianglan turned around and went home, bringing back a box of safflower oil and a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment.

He Xiuxiu took the ointment and thanked her softly:

"Thank you, Auntie. Thank you, Grandma Hu. I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while."

Looking at her thin, frail shoulders that seemed ready to break at any moment, Song Xianglan said, "As long as the green hills remain, there's always hope. Don't ruin your health."

Aunt Hu chimed in, "You can't beat them."

"I'm not reconciled." He Xiuxiu rubbed safflower oil on her stomach. "Why is it that they can kill people without a care, but I get beaten for resisting?"

She leaned against the wall.

He limped toward the room where Li's parents lived.

Aunt Hu felt distressed seeing this. "I'll go home and get two meat buns, they're freshly steamed."

Song Xianglan also said, "There's still some wonton soup left over from my family this morning, so I'll go get her a bowl."

The two went back to their respective rooms to get food.

He Xiuxiu stood at the door of Li's parents' bedroom, listening to the footsteps fading away in the corridor.

The emptiness in her eyes vanished instantly.

She slipped into the house.

He took a hammer and smashed it down hard on the locked cabinet.

She took out a stack of ten-yuan notes, a bankbook, and a gold necklace and gold ring that Li's mother usually couldn't bear to wear from the iron box under the quilt.

He Xiuxiu didn't even glance at it.

He stuffed them all into his inner pocket.

This is what the Li family owes her.

That child's life is at stake; this little bit of money is far from enough.

It's just interest.

She locked the cabinet door and restored it to its original state, then limped back to the living room.

Song Xianglan brought over a steaming bowl of wonton soup, and Aunt Hu also brought over two large meat buns.

He Xiuxiu didn't stand on ceremony. She sat on a small stool and ate the dumplings in big bites, stuffing two buns into her stomach in one go. She ate very quickly, her cheeks bulging, but her eyes were unusually determined.

Only when you're well-fed will you have the strength to run away and take revenge.

After finishing the last mouthful of soup, He Xiuxiu wiped her mouth, stood up, and bowed deeply to Song Xianglan and Aunt Hu.

"Auntie, ma'am, I've thought it through. I'm in a lot of pain, I'd better go to the hospital to get it checked out."

"Hurry up and get to the hospital." Aunt Hu breathed a sigh of relief.

He Xiuxiu carried the tattered cloth bag and walked out of the Li family's gate.

Watching her disappearing figure at the top of the stairs.

Aunt Hu lowered her voice, "Xianglan, don't you think this is a bit strange? Yesterday I vaguely heard Li's mother saying she wanted to find someone to 'melt' the child. What does 'melt' mean?"

Just as Shen's mother came out of the house, she overheard this and said, "This is too cruel! No wonder He Xiuxiu went crazy."

Looking at the empty corridor, Song Xianglan said, "If this continues, public opinion will be against Xiuxiu."

People sympathize with her for losing her child, but if she continues this vandalism every day and offends the Li family members who have jobs, people will say she's reckless and a madwoman.

Mother Shen sighed:

"In everyone's eyes, it was just a girl who died, which wouldn't prevent her from having a son. According to the current social climate, He Xiuxiu, a woman with no education and no job, should just swallow her anger."

Song Xianglan turned and walked back, saying, "Let's try to help."

"I'll go get two bones and make some soup tonight," said Aunt Hu, her face filled with a sigh.

It was afternoon.

Li Guoyao and his wife rushed over.

The Li family's gate was tightly locked.

Li Guoyao knocked on the Song family's door and saw Song Xianglan open it. He smiled and asked:

"Auntie, have you seen He Xiuxiu?"

"I didn't see it," Song Xianglan said calmly.

"She beat up my older sister today and then dared to hide."

Aunt Hu, who happened to be coming out of the door, heard this and laughed.

Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips and said, "Is your mouth just fished out of a latrine?"

If it weren't for me and Sister Hu, your teacher would have beaten He Xiuxiu to death.

He Xiuxiu lay on the ground, clutching her head, while your older sister kicked her repeatedly in the stomach. Her ferocity was unlike that of a teacher; it was more like a bandit coming down from the mountains.

Li Guoyao stiffened his neck and said, "My eldest sister is the most reasonable person."

Song Xianglan: "I look like an appendix, and I get inflamed all the time. I have less brain matter than earwax, and yet I'm spouting nonsense here."

Anyone who gets stuck with your Li family relatives is incredibly unlucky; you're as good as dead, there's no saving you.

Li Guoyao's face turned a deep, purplish-red from the scolding. "You..."

He was wary of Song Xiangdong's status and dared not curse him.

His wife smiled apologetically and said, "Auntie, calm down. Guoyao was just anxious and upset about Mom and Dad's situation, and he said the wrong thing in his haste. Please don't take it to heart."