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

Song Qiang suppressed his anger, his eyes, red from drinking, gleaming. "Yang Liu, our affairs have nothing to do with Third Aunt. If there's anything, talk about it at home. Don't ruin Song west's good life."

Yang Liu felt that everyone was laughing at her, and that everyone's gaze made it seem like she didn't have a son.

In the past two years, because of her son, she has felt like she is no longer human.

But he was unwilling to accept not having a son.

Why can other women give birth, but she can't?

"How can it not have anything to do with her? I want my aunt to give me justice."

Song Fei also tried to mediate: "Let's talk about it when we get home. At least we should see the guests off first."

Guest: ...We don't want to leave yet.

"You bunch of Songs, not one of you is any good." Yang Liu broke down.

Song Qiang's face immediately darkened, and he grabbed Yang Liu's arm.

"What's wrong with you? Today is Song west's engagement day, don't you know any manners?"

"I'll decide our own affairs. What's the point of you coming to Auntie San?" Song Qiang said in a low voice, veins bulging on his forehead.

Song Yang tried to smooth things over, saying, "Sister-in-law, let's talk about it after dinner. Today is a joyous occasion, let's not make things awkward for everyone."

Yang Liu forcefully shook off Song Qiang's hand, her fingernails leaving several bloody scratches on the back of his hand.

She turned to look at Wan Xiaoju, who was standing to the side.

"Girl, let me give you a piece of advice: if a woman has any self-respect, she shouldn't marry a man from the Song family. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't be fooled by the respectable appearance of the Song men; once you peel back the skin, their hearts are dirtier than maggots in a latrine."

"If you marry into this family, endless suffering awaits you."

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Wan Xiaoju's face turned pale as she stared anxiously at Song west.

Old Fourth Song got angry and shouted at Old Eldest Song, "Brother, what's wrong with your daughter-in-law? Is she coming to my house to cause trouble?"

Old Song sat on the long bench, his face turning purple.

He knew all too well the temperaments of Song Qiang and his wife; in order to have a son, they wouldn't even allow the mention of a "hen" at home.

They can't say anything is female, which makes the elderly couple live in constant fear.

"Song Qiang must have done something unreasonable," Old Master Song cursed angrily.

Qin Ping was so angry that her eyes were blazing. She grabbed Yang Liu by the collar and dragged her out of the courtyard.

"You can talk about your anger after the guests leave. It's none of my business if you go home and burn your house down. But if you come to my wedding banquet and cause trouble, I'll tear your filthy anus apart."

Yang Liu struggled and kicked, saying, "Your son is no good either. All those surnamed Song are bad birds."

"Unable to marry, I saved someone's girl."

Qin Ping raised her hand and slapped Yang Liu hard across the face.

"Whether my son is good or not is none of your business. If you think that guy surnamed Song is bad, go back to your house and go crazy." Qin Ping pointed at the courtyard gate and cursed.

Yang Liu covered her face, her hair disheveled.

"Do you think I would even look at you? You're all short-lived and your marriage was a huge deception."

"Who do you think you are? You're too old to even be a chicken or a duck. Marriage is a lie. Go find your man, and instead you come to my house to cause trouble. I'll sew your mouth and ass shut."

Yang Liu pointed at her.

"Song Xianglan, you took Song Qiang out to earn money. He earned money, but he won't let me go to Guangzhou with him. If I don't go to Guangzhou, how will I give him a son?"

Song Xianglan: ...

Yang Liu cried, her face streaked with snot and tears, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"You old bastard, you're so vicious! You're divorced yourself, and you'd love for your own nephew to get divorced too. Do you even know that Song Qiang is keeping a mistress on the side?"

The courtyard erupted in chaos.

The relatives whispered among themselves, all eyes fixed on Song Qiang.

Song Xianglan stood up and walked to Song Qiang.

"You have another woman outside?" Song Xianglan stared at him.

Song Qiang kept his head down, staring intently at the leather shoes on his feet without saying a word.

Song Xianglan turned to look at Song west, Song Fei, and the others.

Song Fei looked bewildered, clearly unaware of the situation.

The men in Songxi all avoided her gaze, looking down at the ground and then up at the sky. No one dared to utter a sound.

These people all know.

I'll keep it from her.

Song Xianglan's anger surged to her head.

She took Song Qiang out to make money, and she pointed out the way, but this guy got into this mess as soon as he had money.

She slapped Song Qiang across the face with her backhand.

Before Song Qiang could react, Song Xianglan slapped him again with her other hand.

The two slaps caused half of Song Qiang's face to swell up quickly.

He kept his head down and didn't move an inch.

This was the first time Song Tingting had seen Song Xianglan so embarrassed and humiliated after being insulted. She saw Yang Liu still spouting insults like "shameless old man."

Push the stool aside and stand up.

He pointed at the willows on the ground and started cursing.

"Yang Liu, clear your head before you speak. Back then, in order to get my mother to take Song Qiang to earn money, you brought gifts to our door and flattered us a lot."

Now that you've made money and enjoyed the benefits, you're now cursing your mother after you've eaten your meal.

Song Tingting looked down at her.

"If you have the guts, go back to your parents' house right now and flatten it. Take back all the benefits your brothers took from you, and then you can come and spout nonsense to my mom."

Yang Liu was stunned by the scolding.

Even the sound of crying was stuck in her throat.

Song Qiang gives his earnings to his father-in-law's family, so why should Song Tingting take them back with just a word?

unacceptable.

Song Tingting continued her tirade in anger, "You can't even control your own man, and you come out spouting nonsense. If you have the guts, go into the kitchen today, grab a knife, and cut Song Qiang up. Then I'll consider you a real man."

The men in the Song family are no good, beat them to death.

"Why not just kill Song Qiang, take his money, and marry into a family that has a grudge against the Song family? He wronged you, so just kill him."

Rough words are not rough.

Song Tingting's words struck Yang Liu's weak spot.

Yang Liu didn't want a divorce at all; Song Qiang was good to her because he could earn money.

She's not even forty yet, and she plans to keep having children until she has a son.

She made this scene purely to use her whole family to force Song Qiang to break up with his mistress.

Yang Liu slapped the ground with both hands and started wailing again: "Everyone, be the judge! I have five daughters with Song Qiang. My cousin is actually encouraging us to divorce! She's driving me to the brink of despair!"

Song Tingting laughed in exasperation:

"You just stopped Wan Xiaoju from marrying into the Song family, saying that the men in the Song family are all maggots. Now you're saying you don't want a divorce. What exactly are you trying to do?"

The surrounding relatives pointed and whispered.

"What do Song Qiang's mistresses look like?"

"Does it guarantee a son?"

Feeling embarrassed, Song Laoda took off his cloth shoes.

He rushed over and started hitting Song Qiang hard on the back.

"You've completely disgraced our ancestors! Our Song family has never done anything like this in generations. Now I'm old and people are pointing fingers at me and criticizing me for failing to raise my son properly." The eldest Song brother was panting heavily from the beating.

Song Laosan stood aside, shaking his head:

"Your third aunt usually argues even when she's being unreasonable, but today she was scolded by your wife and didn't even say a word back. It's all your fault for doing something so inhumane that you dragged your third aunt down with you."

Song Laosan was bullied by Song Xianglan since he was a child.

In his mind, his third sister should not be bullied by others.

At the next table, Song Yang shrank his neck and muttered softly, "Dad, Great-Grandpa was also buried with several people. There was the principal wife, the second wife, and the concubines."

Song Lao Er slapped Song Yang on the back of the head.

"Shut your stinking mouth. Be careful, or the old patriarch will come after you tonight."

Song Xianglan's head throbbed from the noise around her.

She took Song Qiang out to make a fortune.

is it wrong?

That's right, the problem is that Song Qiang can't control his lower body.

Song Xianglan grabbed Song Qiang by the collar and kicked him in the back of the knee.

Song Qiang's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Song Xianglan took a broom and slammed it down on Song Qiang's shoulders and back.

Once, twice.

Song Qiang shrank his neck, gritted his teeth, and endured the blows without daring to dodge. He remained silent and let her hit him.

When Sister-in-law Song saw her son being beaten, she was so anxious that she kept wiping away tears.

He rushed forward and grabbed Song Xianglan's arm, "Third Aunt, stop hitting her. If you keep hitting her, someone will die."

Song Xianglan shook off Song Dasao's hand.

"You have three sons and three daughters, what are you afraid of?"

Sister-in-law Song burst into tears, "He's my own son!" She couldn't help but feel resentful in her heart, thinking, "He's not my own son, so of course I wouldn't care if you beat me to death."

Sitting on the ground, Yang Liu watched Song Qiang being beaten and felt sorry for him.

He got up and ran over to pull Song Xianglan away.

"You're too heartless for an aunt. If you want to discipline her son, go home and do it yourself."

Song Xianglan: ...I can't carry him.

Song Qiang pushed Yang Liu away.

Yang Liu was pushed and staggered two steps before falling to the ground.

"How dare you speak to Third Aunt like that?" Song Qiang glared at Yang Liu and roared.

He looked directly at Song Xianglan and spoke with a stiff neck.

"Third Aunt, I'm almost forty. My eldest daughter is already of marriageable age, and I don't even have a son. How can I not be anxious?"

Song Qiang's eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was hoarse:

"Am I wrong to want a son? Which of you here doesn't want a son?"

Song Xianglan pointed at his nose and scolded, "Do you have a throne to inherit? Having sons or daughters is your business, but if you don't have a son, just accept your fate."

Don't do anything stupid or disgraceful. A few years ago, someone like you would have been sent to the far northwest for re-education.

"I refuse to accept my fate."

Song Qiang shouted loudly, "So many people say I'm childless and laugh at me for having no son to see me off in my old age. But I did have a woman outside, and we even had a son together."

The entire audience gasped.

Song Qiang pointed at the willow tree on the ground and angrily rebuked them, arguing unreasonably:

"I told that woman that the child would stay in Guangzhou to be raised, and I would never let her enter the Song family ancestral hall or marry her."

I originally intended to keep it a secret from all of you, but you insisted on making a scene and forced me to bring it up. Are you satisfied now?

Yang Liu sat on the ground, her eyes glazed over.

His lips were trembling.

She has already given birth to a son.

These words shattered the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

Her eyes rolled upwards, her body fell backwards, and she collapsed onto the muddy ground, unconscious.

The courtyard was in complete chaos.

Several people rushed over and pinched his philtrum and lifted his arm.

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over Song west, Song Fei, and the others.

"You lot are really something. You all followed him and kept it from us, didn't you?" Song Xianglan pointed at them and scolded.

Song Fei quickly walked away; he had only just found out himself.

Song west looked aggrieved and muttered softly:

"Third Aunt, by the time we found out, the child was already having his one-month celebration in Guangzhou. The baby's already born; we can't just let him put it back in, can we?"