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

Li Guoyao personally stepped in and transferred the ownership of the old house of more than 30 square meters in Nancuo to He Xiuxiu.

The divorce agreement has been finalized.

Li Guobin and He Xiuxiu went straight to the divorce registration office after leaving the housing management bureau.

The bruises on He Xiuxiu's face were still quite frightening, and there was blood scab on the corner of her mouth.

Li Guobin had bandages wrapped around his head, a cast on his leg, and was limping with the aid of crutches.

Large red characters were painted on the white walls of the office.

"Protect freedom of marriage and oppose hasty divorces."

The clerk, carrying an enamel mug, was supposed to follow the proper procedure of patiently persuading the woman to reconcile the situation.

She glanced at the two men's miserable state, swallowed the tea in her mouth, and also swallowed back the words of advice.

"Confirm divorce? Let's check the information again. If there's no property dispute, then sign." The clerk pushed the two sheets of paper over.

He Xiuxiu grabbed the pen, and with a strong wrist movement, quickly signed her name.

As I put pen to paper, the image of my daughter's rosy little face when she was just born flashed before my eyes.

She imagined her daughter with pigtails calling her "Mommy," but then the scene shifted back to that cold, stiff little body.

The baby is only about twenty days old.

That's it, gone.

She touched the child's chest, feeling the last bit of warmth dissipate.

Even kneeling before countless gods and Buddhas couldn't bring her daughter back from the brink of death.

Large tears fell onto the paper, staining the ink.

The clerk sighed:

"You're still crying after being beaten like this? You still have feelings? If you can make it work, why don't you reconsider?"

He Xiuxiu wiped her face and put down her pen.

"I crawled out of the eighteenth level of hell and finally returned to the human world. I will never look back and will endure any suffering."

Li Guobin gripped the pen, his hand trembling with anger.

Before, when this woman looked at him, her eyes were full of submissiveness and flattery.

This woman is a mad dog now; she'd ruin her whole family for some damned brat.

The old saying is true: women and petty men are the hardest to deal with.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully signed his name.

Waiting for the two divorce certificates to arrive.

The two walked out of the gate one after the other.

He Xiuxiu left with a single sentence:

"I'm moving things out tonight, and I won't leave a single thread that belongs to me."

Li Guobin, leaning on his cane, shouted curses at her retreating figure:

"He Xiuxiu, you'll definitely regret this. A jinx like you, where will you find someone so tolerant of you after leaving me? Where will you find such a good family? Just wait and see, you'll end up marrying a worthless widower."

"Even if you beg me, I won't turn back. We'll never see each other again."

He Xiuxiu didn't even pause; her steps were steady and quick.

Seeing how quickly He Xiuxiu walked away.

Li Guobin broke down.

He cursed loudly, "He Xiuxiu, you vicious woman!"

That evening, the eldest brother and sister-in-law of the He family pushed a cart downstairs.

The two men moved He Xiuxiu's dowry and daily necessities out of the house.

He Xiuxiu, carrying two boxes of freshly baked mung bean cakes, knocked on Song Xianglan's door.

"Auntie, thank you for helping me out." He Xiuxiu placed the pastries on the table.

Song Xianglan poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

"You're lucky you got through it. What are your plans for the future?"

He Xiuxiu lowered her head, picking at her fingers: "I don't know, let's just take it one step at a time."

Song Xianglan. "There's a lot of foot traffic at the entrance of Zhongshan Park, and quite a few people set up stalls there. Go to Qingyang and get some small commodities, clothes, and socks, then take them over there to sell."

He Xiuxiu's eyes lit up; she was just wondering what to do.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'll go check the entrance of Zhongshan Park first."

……

Song Xianglan's clothing store officially opened for business.

Business is booming.

She posted a job advertisement.

They quickly hired a young female worker named Liu Mei.

Liu Mei was a former educated youth who had just returned to the city. She was efficient at her work and lived nearby.

A base salary of thirty yuan per month plus commission.

She carried a tattered canvas bag directly into the dormitory. Liu Mei bluntly stated that her older brother, sister-in-law, younger brother, parents, and other family members were all crammed together, with barely any room to stand.

Her parents also forced her to hand over all her wages.

She's here for peace and quiet, and also to keep her hard-earned money.

He said that after returning home from the countryside, he saw through his family's schemes; without handing over his salary, he was worse than a dog.

In the afternoon, Zhou Fang rode his bicycle over.

He washed his face at the tap and shook the water droplets off his hands.

"Godmother, Song west called. He brought his girlfriend back to Qingyang and asked when you're coming back to the village?"

Song Xianglan flipped through the account book. "Huijun went to pick up Tingting. We'll go back first thing tomorrow morning. I haven't been home for a while, so I don't know how things are at home. There's a lot going on at the chicken, duck, and goose farm and the processing workshop."

Zhou Fang pulled out a chair and sat down. "Godmother, the brigade is going to distribute land to individual households. They said that hilltops can be bought or rented."

Huang Ronghua and several others all wanted to buy or lease land.

Some people also want to rent sea areas to farm shrimp, crabs, shellfish, and the like.

Song Xianglan closed the ledger.

The area around Xiaoquan Brigade occupies a prime beachfront development zone.

"If you can buy it, buy it. If you can't, sign a long-term lease. Take advantage of the fact that the policy has just been released and get it done as soon as possible." Song Xianglan looked at him. "Aren't you going back to the village to handle this?"

Zhou Fang: "The business in the new city has just started, and I can't leave. I'll go back on the day the land is distributed to individual households."

Song Xianglan picked up her teacup.

"How are things between you and Xiao An now?" In her previous life, Zhou Fang's land was divided among her parents.

Zhou Fang paused for a moment. "Living together is about compromise. As long as we don't involve her family, things are fine. If she answers a call from her family, she'll feel disappointed and sad. Let's just take it one step at a time."

"Whether we can continue on this path or break up halfway through."

Song Xianglan put down her teacup.

Anzai Yangguang is knowledgeable, but he lacks his own opinions and is easily swayed.

An's mother was unhappy with her own life, and she kept trying to persuade her daughter to listen to her and live the life she wanted.

They completely disregarded the fact that their daughter was already married and had children.

"Zhou Fang, I don't concern myself with your personal life," Song Xianglan said, staring into his eyes. "But you hold shares in the company. I don't want your marital problems to cause disputes over company shares and affect the company's overall operations in the future."

Zhou Fang was stunned.

He hadn't thought about it that way before.

In fact, according to his own thinking, he could give all the shares to An Xiyang.

However, when doing business together, one must consider the thoughts and rights of their partners.

"Godmother, don't worry. I will handle the share issue cleanly and will never drag the company down," Zhou Fang replied earnestly.

Song Xianglan didn't know how Zhou Fang had fallen head over heels in love. Looking at him now, she knew how much he loved his wife.

Anxi Yang also loves him.

However, her love was not steadfast enough; perhaps love was never her top priority.

Shen Huijun pushed open the door, and Song Tingting followed her in.

After spending a year in Beijing, Song Tingting had grown to nearly 1.7 meters tall. She wore a pale yellow polyester dress, her long hair reaching her waist. The timidity of a country girl had faded from her eyes, replaced by a bright and confident demeanor.

She dropped her bag, ran over in a few steps, and put her arm around Song Xianglan's shoulder.

"Mom, my dearest mom. I've missed you so much!"

Song Xianglan disdainfully brushed her hand away, "Go away, go away, you've learned a lot of sweet talk in the capital."

"These aren't just sweet words; they're what I truly feel."

Song Tingting smiled and let go of his hand, then turned to greet Shen's mother: "Hello, aunt-in-law."

She picked up Fu Bao and kissed him, then picked up You Bao and bounced him around.

"Here, this is a small rattle drum that your aunt brought back from Beijing for you."

After giving the two little ones their gifts.

Song Tingting turned around and opened her travel bag.

She took out a small blue-and-white porcelain cup, about the size of her palm, and handed it to Shen Huijun. "Sister-in-law, this is for you. I had someone check it out; it's from the Qing Dynasty. I usually go to places like Panjiayuan to find these on weekends when I have nothing to do."

She then took out a famille rose vase painted with magpies on plum blossoms and handed it to Shen's mother.

"Auntie, please take this to use for flower arranging."

Finally, she carefully presented a large blue-and-white porcelain bowl to Song Xianglan.

"Mom, this is a real steal! Keep it safe, it'll definitely be worth a fortune."

Song Xianglan picked it up and examined it closely.

The porcelain is fine and the painting is exquisite; it is indeed a fine product.

"Hey. My little sister's back."

Chen Zui rushed in from outside like a gust of wind, carrying a large watermelon in his hand.

He slammed the watermelon on the table and shouted:

"Godmother, am I not late? My dear sister is back, I have to give her a big red envelope as a gift." Chen Zui considers this place his home, and when he heard that his god-sister, whom he had never met before, was coming back today, he rushed over.