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

The Li family's affair has caused quite a stir.

People in several surrounding buildings heard the wind.

When Song Xianglan and Shen's mother returned from the market carrying their shopping baskets, they were immediately surrounded by a group of elderly people.

Everyone started asking for details.

Song Xianglan shrugged. "Don't ask me. I live across the hall and I don't even know. You people living in the next building are much more knowledgeable than me."

Aunt Hu is someone who can't keep a secret.

He stood on the steps, talking animatedly.

Several people recounted in great detail how He Xiuxiu went to the school to tear up Li Guoying's clothes and went to the hospital to throw urine yesterday.

They even captured the detail of the elderly couple from the Li family having their eyes rolled back in their heads from being urinated on.

A few gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.

The old man, fiddling with walnuts in his hand, frowned. "This daughter-in-law is too heartless. No matter what, she's an elder. How can Old Lady Li's kneecap ever heal?"

An old lady next to her chimed in:

"I heard Old Man Li injured his leg too? It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone; people his age can't withstand that kind of abuse. He Xiuxiu was too rough; she was trying to kill the old man."

Public opinion has shifted.

Just a few days ago, everyone was cursing the Li family for being utterly heartless.

These past two days, seeing the elderly couple from the Li family lying in the hospital groaning and moaning, He Xiuxiu was once again in a frenzy, her sympathy immediately shifting to the side of the weaker party.

Aunt Hu was furious when she heard this.

His loud voice completely drowned out the few people who were muttering, "Hey, what kind of talk is that?"

So, the Li family killed their daughter, and He Xiuxiu has to kowtow and thank them? Whose child isn't their mother's flesh and blood?

Her chest heaved with anger as she pulled Song Xianglan, who had just walked over, along with her.

"Xianglan, you be the judge, are these people out of their minds?"

Grandma Yang, who lives in Building 3, curled her lip, looking completely unconvinced.

"That's not how it works. Originally, it was the Li family's fault, but He Xiuxiu was too aggressive. She caused such a commotion just by talking to the fortune teller?"

Besides, even if Li's mother did something, it was for the good of the family. Is it wrong to want a grandson to carry on the family line?

The old man meant well, but his good intentions backfired.

Everyone agreed.

If the Li family were to secretly have a second child, it would affect too many people.

For the sake of that lineage in the family genealogy, Old Lady Li's actions are understandable.

Song Xianglan originally didn't want to pay attention, but she paused when she heard these words.

Staring at Aunt Yang.

Aunt Yang felt uneasy under their gaze, touched her cheek, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Sister Yang, I really envy you." Song Xianglan clicked her tongue twice.

Aunt Yang was secretly delighted and was about to say a few words of modesty.

Song Xianglan then spoke:

"I envy how thick-skinned you are; even the city wall has to give you some leeway when it turns a corner."

And your mouth, when you open it looks like a crime scene. Even a forensic doctor would have to wear a mask to get anything done.

How can you say such utter nonsense is for your own good? If I throw you in a well tomorrow, I'll say it's so you can ascend to heaven and enjoy your golden years sooner. Would you be happy then?

Grandma Yang's face turned ashen. "Can they be the same?"

Aunt Hu laughed heartily and clapped her hands in delight.

"When people talk, dogs interrupt; all those grand and eloquent words are just farts and toothy spouts."

"I think you're just bored. Go home and take care of your grandson."

……

People from the subdistrict office and neighborhood committee came again.

This time, it was quite a large gathering; the women's director and the director of the street office were all crammed into Li's house.

He Xiuxiu sat in a chair, holding a freshly opened can of peanut milk in her hand, and a package of opened biscuits on the table.

She ate slowly and deliberately, taking a sip of peanut milk and a bite of biscuit.

The women's director had been spouting a whole bunch of grand principles until her throat was dry, but seeing He Xiuxiu's unyielding attitude, she got angry too.

"He Xiuxiu, how long are you going to keep causing trouble? You've created such a bad influence in our residential area. If all the wives in the neighborhood follow your example, how can society remain peaceful?"

He Xiuxiu took a bite of the biscuit, making a crisp crunching sound.

When did social stability depend on her?

"People should look forward," the women's director earnestly advised. "Your mother-in-law raised your husband with great difficulty; even if she didn't do anything special, she certainly worked hard. If you really drive someone to suicide, you will be a sinner and go to jail."

The director of the neighborhood office also joined in the persuasion.

"A bad reputation won't do you any good. Who would dare to associate with you in the future?"

Your father-in-law said that as long as you admit your mistake and go to the hospital to take care of him for a few days, this matter will be over.

He even used his connections to find you a temporary street sweeping job in our area, it only costs twenty yuan a month. You two are young, so why not have another one, a boy?

Twenty yuan.

They also had to serve the murderer.

He Xiuxiu swallowed the biscuit in her mouth, a cold smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

She found bankbooks, cash, and gold jewelry at the Li family's house.

This money is enough for her to rent a place and start a small business. Even selling oyster pancakes or wheel cakes from a pushcart would be fine.

The neighborhood committee members took turns bombarding them for two hours.

He talked until his throat was hoarse, but He Xiuxiu didn't nod. He stormed off in a huff.

The room finally quieted down.

He Xiuxiu touched her stomach; she was still hungry.

Those few cookies aren't enough to make up for the losses of the past few days.

Chen Zui's voice came from the corridor.

"Auntie, I bought some nice things again. Our little princess Fubao must have the best toys."

Song Xianglan's voice followed, "You child, there's only so much space in the house. If we buy any more, there won't be any room to move."

He Xiuxiu got up and opened the door.

Chen Zui was carrying several large net bags filled with colorful toys.

There were dolls for Fu Bao and toys for You Bao.

Song Xianglan held Fu Bao in her arms.

The little girl is well-fed, with chubby, rosy cheeks. She has two little pigtails tied with purple silk flowers in her hair, and wears a purple princess dress, looking like a doll from a New Year's painting.

He Xiuxiu stood at the door, her eyes instantly reddening.

When she was pregnant, she loved watching Fu Bao play.

She always thought that her own child should be as good-looking and well-behaved as Fu Bao.

Fu Bao saw He Xiuxiu waving her little hand.

In a childish voice:

"Auntie, don't cry."

Song Xianglan turned around. "Xiuxiu, we just finished cooking at home. Come and have some with us."

He Xiuxiu shook her head, her feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"No, Auntie. I just heard Fu Bao's voice... and I wanted to see her."

"Give me a hug if you want to see me."

Song Xianglan pushed Fu Bao towards her.

He Xiuxiu rubbed her hands vigorously on her clothes, wanting to reach out but hesitant. "I...can I?"

Fu Bao proactively opened her chubby arms and leaned her body towards He Xiuxiu.

He Xiuxiu could no longer hold back and took Fu Bao in her arms tightly.

The unique milky scent of the child filled her nostrils, and He Xiuxiu closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She buried her face in Fu Bao's small shoulder, her body trembling slightly, and a suppressed sob escaped her throat.

"Little sister... such a good little sister..."

Her younger sister will be just as well-behaved when she turns one.

Whether mischievous or well-behaved.

Fu Bao stretched out his chubby little hand and clumsily wiped away He Xiuxiu's tears.

"Auntie, snoring, don't cry."

He Xiuxiu's body stiffened.

In that instant, she revealed the only smile she had shown in the past few days, a smile that was both pitiful and gentle.

She didn't dare hold the baby too much, afraid of passing on her bad luck to the child.

Fu Bao was quickly returned to Song Xianglan.

"Thank you, Auntie."

After saying that, she turned around and rushed into her room, slamming the door shut.

Through the thin door panel, suppressed sobs could be heard intermittently, making one's heart tighten.

Chen Zui: "How did she get so thin? The injuries on her face look quite frightening."

Song Xianglan carried Fu Bao back to the house and asked Sister Wu to serve He Xiuxiu a large bowl of white rice topped with braised pork and green vegetables.

Shen Huijun sat in front of the sewing machine, making clothes for Fubao, the pedal under her feet making a clattering sound.

"Mom, Tingting just called and said she'll be back in a few days."

Song Xianglan sat down on the sofa and took a sip of tea: "Ever since this girl went to study in Beijing, she's become quite ambitious. She doesn't even come home during holidays, saying she wants to make some money in Beijing."

The city of Beijing was mentioned.

Song Xianglan's mind began to wander.

"Making money is a good thing. I also need to go to Beijing sometime; I want to buy a courtyard house there."

"Buy a house?" Shen Huijun stopped what she was doing. "Mom, do you want to move to Beijing?"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "I'm not used to the climate there. In autumn and winter, my throat gets so dry it's like it's on fire, and when I wake up in the morning my nose is full of blood. People who don't know me would think I have too much blood. I bought the house so it would appreciate in value and give you a place to live."

Shen Huijun smiled. "Mom, you can spend your own money. Don't think about us."

Then he asked about what happened next door:

"Mom, I don't think Xiuxiu can continue like this. Public opinion is bad; how long can she hold on alone?"

Song Xianglan's eyes turned colder. "If she swallows this insult, her life will be ruined. Even Tang Sanzang would have to take off his robe and chop her up with a knife if he came to settle this grudge."

She never advises people to be magnanimous.

"Let's wait until Xiuxiu gets her revenge before this matter is over."