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

Ultimately, it's all because men have a few stinking coins in their pockets.

No woman would even glance at you if you had no money.

He hadn't even washed off the muddy smell of his clothes before he started trying to pick up girls like everyone else.

Song Xianglan then looked at the men of the Song family; each one was uglier and more unsophisticated than the last.

As soon as those words were spoken...

Song Fei's wife stepped in front of him.

She reached into his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Song Fei quickly covered his pocket.

"I won't leave you a single penny." Song Fei's wife acted roughly, pulling out all the ten-yuan bills.

He didn't even spare the few coins in his pocket.

"From now on, you have to tell me honestly where you go, who you meet, and what you do."

Song Feiqian chuckled twice and quickly went over to coax him:

"Honey, calm down. You can come with me when I go to Haishi next time. That way, I won't have to do the laundry and clean the house myself, and I can leave the kids at home to study."

Song Fei's wife had a cold face and glanced directly at his groin.

"Let me make this clear from the start. If you dare to have an illegitimate child with me outside, I'll make sure you live like an ancient eunuch. Unlike Yang Liu who relies on her elders for advice, I can make decisions on my own."

Song Fei instinctively squeezed his legs together.

"I already have my own son, why would I want to have a son with another woman? I don't have enough to go around."

"So you're thinking of finding someone just because you don't have a son?"

"This... wife, how about I get a tubal ligation tomorrow?" Song Fei was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"You can just cut it off." Song Fei's wife put the money in her pocket. "Anyway, we have a son and a daughter, so keeping that thing of yours would lose its purpose."

Song Fei was embarrassed.

Lowering his voice and leaning closer, he said, "You can't just give up your happiness for the rest of your life, can you?"

"I didn't feel particularly happy in the first half of my life," Song Fei's wife rolled her eyes.

Song Fei's pride as a man was shattered.

He heard Song Yang covering his mouth and chuckling not far away, and he was so angry that his teeth itched. He gritted his teeth and whispered in his wife's ear:

"You think I'm no good enough? Tonight I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Song Fei's wife pouted, looking disgusted.

"What kind of power could your skills possibly have?"

Song Fei felt like he was choking on blood.

He was determined to get ten pounds of oysters to grill and eat tonight; he couldn't let the woman look down on him.

Song Xianglan looked at the group of people.

I don't want to stay even a second longer.

"Tingting, Huijun, let's go." Song Xianglan turned and walked out.

Song Tingting took Song Yuzhu and Song Yuxia's hands and said, "Mom, let Yuzhu and Yuxia come to our house for a couple of days."

"Alright, go ahead." Song Xianglan didn't even turn her head.

"Yuzhu, you should go to your third aunt's house in a couple of days. There are a lot of guests at home today," Sister-in-law Song quickly called out.

Song Yuzhu could only purse her lips.

"Third Aunt, let's go over in a couple of days."

Seeing that Song Xianglan was about to leave, Yang Liu grabbed Song Xianglan's leg and said, "Third Aunt, you can't abandon me."

Song Xianglan forcefully pulled her leg out, resisting the urge to kick her.

"Go ask the matchmaker who arranged your marriage, and ask her what kind of lousy match she arranged. She didn't give you a son, and instead, she got you this disgusting piece of trash."

If you really can't take it anymore, take a knife and kill him while he's asleep tonight.

Song Xianglan pointed at Song Qiang, who was huddled to the side, "Song Qiang is dead, and the women outside want his property. Da Ya and Er Ya will deny everything."

Song Qiang's entire fortune belongs to you and your five daughters. That illegitimate son outside won't get a single penny.

Yang Liu's eyes widened in disbelief. "Third Aunt is too cruel!"

She wants men and money.

She doesn't want to live like a man.

Song Xianglan turned and launched an attack on the Song family couple:

"You raised such a good son, but you didn't educate him properly, and now your whole family is suffering in front of outsiders."

Such a degenerate person who can't control their lower body should go straight to the underworld to keep company with their ancestors.

From now on, Yang Liu will be told to curse him every day at home, to curse you all, to curse your deceased parents, and to curse the Song family ancestors for eighteen generations.

The ancestors of the Song family enjoyed the blessings of their ancestors; they should personally sever the lineage of this unworthy descendant.

Song Yang couldn't help but interject, "Third Aunt, you also have the surname Song."

Song Xianglan shot a dagger at him:

"Do I need you to remind me?"

Song Yang quickly shut up and slapped himself across the face.

Song Xianglan stepped forward.

He stepped out of the courtyard gate without looking back.

"Third Aunt."

Song Xianglan retorted, "You might as well kneel here and die."

In the courtyard, Yang Liu tried to get up to chase after Song Xianglan, but Song Qiang grabbed her arm.

"Don't embarrass yourself."

Song Qiang, his neck stiff, said, "Divorce. I don't want anything. All the money and belongings are yours, and I'll even write an IOU and give you a few tens of thousands more, is that alright?"

Yang Liu was completely stunned.

He'd rather leave with nothing than keep that son; he's determined not to care about them anymore.

"Third Aunt is right..." Yang Liu's tears streamed down her face. "That matchmaker was spewing nonsense, saying you would be a man who would amount to a lot in the future. She talked such rubbish that she ruined my life."

Sister-in-law Song forcefully pulled Yang Liu up from the ground: "Whatever it is, go home and talk behind closed doors."

"When we get back, I'll make Song Qiang kneel before the ancestral tablets, and you can beat him to death with a stick. But... we can't abandon that child outside."

Yang Liu felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Utter despair.

Why is no one willing to stand by her side?

If the whole family works together to force Song Qiang to break up with the women and children outside, wouldn't that solve the problem?

Song Xianglan could have easily called Song Xiangdong for help; what's so difficult about an official making a phone call to get things done?

She looked at the faces of all those surnamed Song with disappointment.

Yang Liu shook off Sister-in-law Song's hand and stumbled out of the courtyard.

Song Daya, her face streaked with tears, turned and glared at Song Qiang, gritting her teeth.

"You're not my father. I hate you. I hate you and that bastard child with that wicked woman."

Da Ya turned and ran.

Wuya was too young to understand what hatred was. Seeing her older sister cry, she also started to wail at the top of her lungs.

Running after them with its short legs.

All five daughters ran out.

Sister-in-law Song grabbed a broom from the corner of the wall and started hitting Song Qiang with it.

"Look at the mess you've made! You've ruined my reputation for the rest of my life."

Song Qiang raised his arm to block twice, his face full of resentment:

"Mom, what can I do? Is it wrong for me to want a son?"

He turned to look at Song Laoda, who was sitting on the bench panting, and said, "Dad, you always say you don't care whether I have a son or a daughter, but that's because you have several sons and now you have grandsons."

"If you and my mom had five daughters in a row, wouldn't you be indifferent?"

Old Song was so speechless that he felt dizzy.

Clutching her chest, she pointed at him and yelled, "When you were broke, why didn't you dare go out and do these shady things?"

Song Qiang shut his mouth and remained silent.

Wan Xiaoju's brother remained silent throughout the entire process.

He is a native of Chaozhou and his primary goal is to have a son.

Hearing Song Qiang's words, he gave Wan Xiaoju a deep look, a cryptic glint in his eyes.

The courtyard was in complete chaos.

No one noticed the commotion in the corner.

Song Xianghe looked around furtively, like a little hamster hoarding grain.

While everyone was focused on Song Qiang, she nimbly slipped into the main room and grabbed the unfinished Moutai liquor, the whole carton of cigarettes, and several expensive gift boxes from the table.

She tiptoed out of the main room and out into the courtyard.

He then dashed into the kitchen.

She took out the several pounds of spare ribs that hadn't been cut on the cutting board, as well as two chickens and ducks.

Song Xianghe stuffed everything into the two large baskets on the back of the bicycle.

The old man from the Tang Dynasty waved.

"Let's go back first."

Old Tang was so frightened that his hands and feet went weak. He quickly got on his bicycle and pedaled as fast as he could to run away.

Qin Ping's sister-in-law happened to be looking over.

I spotted Song Xianghe and her husband riding away on their bicycles.

The basket in the back seat of the car was overflowing with stuff.

The eldest sister-in-law quickly ran over and grabbed Qin Ping, "Why did your second sister-in-law go back? I just saw her basket was stuffed full."

Qin Ping was taken aback. "Those two baskets were clearly empty when she arrived. When she goes out to visit relatives, she has to bring all of her parents' things back to her own home before she's satisfied."

Qin Ping's heart skipped a beat, and she shook off her sister-in-law and rushed into the main room.

The platform was empty.

All the good cigarettes and alcohol have vanished.

"Song Xianghe, I curse your ancestors!" Qin Ping's eyes were red with anger as she rushed out of the main room, yelling, "Fourth brother, that shameless dog Song Xianghe stole all the cigarettes and alcohol in the house!"

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone was staring at Qin Ping.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaojun, hiding in the corner, ran away along the wall.

Tang Xiaohu stood in the crowd, his body trembling.

His own mother did such a shameful thing, what is he still doing here?

Tang Xiaohu quickly gave Zhao Xiaogou a wink, and the two of them lowered their heads and squeezed towards the gate.

"You two, stop right there!" Qin Ping, with her sharp eyes, pointed at Tang Xiaohu and yelled, "Your mother took all the cigarettes and alcohol from our house!"

Tang Xiaohu stopped and spread his hands with a helpless expression.

"Fourth Aunt. Don't you know my mom? If she trips and falls outside and doesn't grab a vegetable to take with her, she feels like she's lost out. You yell at me, what can I do?"

Everyone around was stunned.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang Xiaohu grabbed Zhao Xiaogou and the four children and ran out of the yard, disappearing without a trace.

The eldest sister-in-law shouted, "The ribs, chicken, and duck in the kitchen are all gone!"

Qin Ping was so angry that she stomped her feet and rolled up her sleeves to chase after him.

"Song Xianghe, I'll fuck your grandpa."

Old Song grabbed Qin Ping by the waist and held her back tightly. "Don't chase after her. Today is Song west's engagement day. If you go out and cause a scene in the street, will the marriage still be possible?"

The old man at the senior citizens' association had a sullen face.

He came to have a meal and was scolded by his nephew's wife.

Song west's eyes were blazing with anger, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

He now wished he could rush out and beat Song Qiang to death, and then give Song Xianghe's whole family a good beating.

Wan Xiaoju gently pulled Song west's arm.

"Song west, don't be angry." Wan Xiaoju said gently, patting his hand tenderly. "Auntie was really upset today. Let's buy some things and go visit her in a couple of days."