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

As Song west finished speaking, the only sound in the yard was the sound of geese chasing chickens.

Chen Zui stood behind Song Xianglan, his eyes darting around, unable to take it all in.

I'd heard long ago that gossip is plentiful and spreads quickly in the countryside.

In the city, people in a residential compound might not know what their neighbor across the street is doing, but in the countryside, news of someone not being able to have a son in the next village can spread throughout the entire commune in half a day.

"This is getting out of control. If we really get a divorce, Song Qiang will have to leave with nothing, right?" someone in the crowd shouted.

"What do you mean by 'leaving with nothing'? Do you mean we have to castrate him and make him a eunuch?"

"The profession of eunuch no longer exists."

"What eunuch? It means all the money and possessions in the house belong to Yang Liu. All the property belongs to Yang Liu."

Yang Liu's eyes darted around when she heard this.

All the property belongs to her.

It is not impossible.

Song Qiang straightened his wrinkled shirt and looked at the willow tree on the ground, saying:

"If you can't stand it, you can get a divorce. All the cash, savings, and the house will be yours."

But I can't give you the company in Guangzhou; it's something I built up with my brothers. However, I can offer you cash instead, and pay you back when I make money.

Yang Liu originally intended to transfer the company in Yangcheng to her brothers to manage.

On second thought, the whole of Guangzhou is the Song family.

Her brothers would definitely have suffered losses in the past.

Someone muttered from behind, "What use is the company to Yang Liu? Any business that Song Qiang can run would go out of business in less than two months if it were handed over to his brother-in-law."

The old man from the senior citizens' association touched his bald head.

"What's the point of Song Qiang's company being given to his brother-in-law? They can't even farm properly at home, and they act like thieves when they go to the county alone. They even offend people while guarding the gate."

None of the guests at Song Laosi's place were willing to leave.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being on Song Qiang, Song Xianghe nudged Old Man Tang with her elbow.

"Hurry up and pour that plate of braised pork into the bowl."

Old Man Tang... "That's not a good idea."

"Take some home and give some to your brothers, so those snobbish guys can see what food is like in the countryside."

Old Tang quickly grabbed an enamel basin and started shoveling soup and water into it.

The Song Rong couple were also frantically packing up the leftovers.

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing Song Laosi's family, they would have already started fighting.

Qin Ping didn't care about anything else; she stared intently at Yang Liu, afraid that the woman might go crazy again and scare Wan Xiaoju's family away.

Today is a good day for Song west.

Yang Liu wiped the snot and tears from her face, making her sleeves shiny.

She glared at Song Qiang with deadpan eyes, "Break up with that woman outside and give the child away. How about I give you a son?"

"no."

Song Qiang answered readily, "The baby is almost two months old."

"The child she gave birth to might not be yours," Yang Liu yelled angrily. "When I married you, you were dirt poor. My belly was never idle; I gave birth to five daughters, and even miscarried two of them. Why is my life so miserable?"

"Song Qiang, you're not human. I don't want to live anymore."

Song Qiang's five daughters huddled in a corner.

Seeing Yang Liu's tears, Song Daya also began to cry. "Dad, please drive away those women and children outside. I'll find a man to live with me and take care of you in your old age, okay?"

Er Ya stepped forward, "Grandpa, my dad did something wrong. Talk to him, and I can marry into the family. The Song family line will never end."

Old Song clutched his chest, panting heavily:

"I have several grandsons and plenty of nephews. It doesn't really matter whether your father has sons or daughters."

Sister-in-law Song felt heartbroken seeing her son covered in injuries.

She walked over and tugged at Song Qiang's arm. "Song Qiang, listen to your mother's advice. Break up with that woman and bring that child back so we can raise him ourselves."

"no."

Yang Liu screamed at the top of her lungs, glaring fiercely at her surroundings.

She felt like everyone was laughing at her. "If that bastard dares to come in, I'll strangle him to death in the middle of the night."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, blaming it all on her own belly for not being able to conceive.

He turned to look at his daughters and vented his anger on them.

If it weren't for those girls being so shameless, she wouldn't have been the target of gossip and criticism from the whole village.

"Mom!" Song Sanya rushed over and hugged Yang Liu's waist. "We don't want Dad anymore, we'll go with you."

"Get out of here."

Yang Liu shoved Song Sanya away, "What use are you two? Go tell your father to get that woman and child away. Get them far away, send them to the Northwest."

Yang Liu scrambled and crawled to Song Xianglan's side.

"Third Aunt. You were the one who asked Song Qiang to take people to Guangzhou. Even if we take a step back, don't you think you did anything wrong?"

Song Xiangdong is an official; send his men over to arrest that vile woman and send her to jail. Throw that bastard child away in the far northwest.

Song Xianglan looked at her coldly, "Take a step back before you say that to me."

Chen couldn't stand it any longer and pointed at Yang Liu, cursing:

"You're the victim, so take your anger out on Song Qiang. Why are you acting crazy and biting people randomly? What does this have to do with my godmother?"

Shen Huijun, holding Fu Bao, rolled her eyes.

"Such arrogance! Have you never brushed your teeth in your life? My Xiangdong is waiting for your orders. You think you're some old bird just because you have a braid?"

"Xiang Dong is such a high-ranking official, what's wrong with helping out a little?" Yang Liu pointed at Shen Huijun's nose. "You just heard that Song Qiang had a son and don't want to see him die without an heir, so you're deliberately protecting him."

She turned around and yelled at her five daughters:

"Kneel down before your third great-aunt and beg her to help you. Otherwise, you'll lose both your father and mother."

Song Daya pulled her younger sister and knelt straight down in front of Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt, please help us."

Song Xianglan's face was ashen as she looked down at her.

"How do you want me to help?"

Song Daya was stumped by the question and turned to look at Yang Liu.

"Mom, how can I help?"

"Arrest that slut and put her in jail, then throw her bastard child into the far northwest. I'll get some more traditional Chinese medicine; I can still have children."

Da Ya... can you do it?

She bit her lip, turned to look at Song Qiang, and said, "Dad, from now on, all the money you earn will go to my mom. I'll find a son-in-law to live with us."

Song Qiang shook his hand, looking completely indifferent.

"You urinate and defecate anywhere. Tell your mother to divorce me."

"Dad, you've changed." Daya's eyes widened.

Song Qiang: "You got into a fight with your classmates at school, so I went to the school to settle the score with them."

The other parents pointed their fingers at me and called me a childless widow. They said if I died, I wouldn't even have anyone to mourn me, and I'd die alone as a starving ghost.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I go out to earn money, and I'm no worse than anyone else. Is it wrong for me to want a son?"

In the entire Qingyang region, people are willing to risk their lives to have a son.

When family planning was strictly enforced, every household in the village had at least three children.

Those with some money try every means to obtain household registration in Hong Kong and Macau, just to continue their family line.

The relatives and neighbors who came to the banquet nodded in agreement when they heard Song Qiang's words.

It's not wrong to want a son.

Song Xianglan kicked over the bench next to her.

"The country tells you to have fewer children and plant more trees. Instead of planting trees, you're having children secretly. You'll drive your parents crazy sooner or later." Song Xianglan pointed at Song Qiang's nose and yelled, "Don't ever come to my house again. I'll pretend I don't have a nephew like you."

"And you can kneel if you want. If you're so capable, then stab your father and that third sister to death yourselves."

Song Qiang hung his head.

His biggest fear was that Song Xianglan would find him disgusted by his inability to control his groin.

He is indifferent to women, but he is obsessed with his son.

"Third Aunt, I'm sorry to have disappointed you."

Song Xianglan sneered, "What does it matter if you disappoint me? You've made your wife and daughter despair."

"I just don't want to die without an heir," Song Qiang retorted, sticking his neck out.

"Aren't your five daughters your offspring? Or are they the children of Wang Ermazi next door?"

Song Xianglan poked his face with her finger, "If you have a son, can you cultivate immortality or inherit the throne?"

You've got a couple of coins in your pocket, and you're already showing off.

You and Yang Liu can have eighteen protégés behind closed doors, and nobody cares. You go out and trick a woman into having your child. My ears aren't a trash can; don't throw all your nonsense here.

"I didn't mean to trouble Yang Liu," Song Qiang argued. "She can just stay home and enjoy herself."

"Think before you speak," Song Xianglan slammed her hand on the table. "She's already fathered an illegitimate child, and you think she can enjoy life? Look at your father, you've completely disgraced him."

Song Xianglan's sharp gaze swept over Song Fei, Song west, and their nephews.

"Listen up, you lot. From now on, anyone who dares to cause trouble like this in their private life shouldn't call me Third Aunt. You'll never set foot in my house again."

Song Qiang felt pain in every bone and joint of his body.

He endured those beatings without breaking a sweat.

He had planned everything perfectly: having a son outside while maintaining a stable marriage at home.

Who would have thought that Yang Liu would go crazy on this joyous day, revealing the whole story to all the relatives?

Third Aunt is intolerant of any imperfections.

He felt utterly desolate; having his aunt sever ties with him was more painful than getting a beating.