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

One-sided abuse.

Lin Ping didn't even have a chance to fight back.

The entire village entrance was silent for three seconds.

Yang Liu's crying stopped.

The Yang family was stunned.

The villagers watching were all dumbfounded as they stared at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan only let go when she got tired of hitting her.

He took a step back.

Lin Ping staggered to her feet, covering her face as tears and snot mixed with blood streamed down her cheeks, her lips trembling so much she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"You can't expect something as good as ivory from a dog's mouth."

Song Xianglan shook her hand.

"Your mouth reeks of latrines; it's an eyesore for the village kids. Your brain's smaller than a speck of dust in other people's noses, yet you start spreading rumors and sowing discord. Do you even know how to play this game with your idiotic face?"

Lin Ping covered her face and backed away, her legs going weak.

"You, you hit someone—"

Song Xianglan stepped forward.

Lin Ping shrank back in fright.

He tripped on a rock and fell flat on his backside.

"You've rubbed salt into your asshole, making it stink." Song Xianglan looked down at her. "You're a natural-born cesspool, forcing yourself to fart when you can't hold it in."

Lin Ping sat on the ground, too afraid to get up.

He covered his face tightly with both hands.

The swollen marks on her cheeks peeked out from between her fingers, a patchwork of red and purple.

The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone muttered to themselves:

"Lin Ping is really unlucky. She seized the opportunity to scold Lao Song in front of everyone, but then she was standing at the back."

Another person added:

"Tsk tsk tsk, that was a really hard slap. It hurts just listening to it from here."

Song Xianglan ignored Lin Ping.

He turned to look at the willows.

Yang Liu was so frightened by the series of slaps that she stood frozen in place.

She was crying her heart out, but now she forgot to shed tears.

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over the group of people from the Yang family.

The two middle-aged men, who had been standing with their hands on their hips and shouting fiercely, now had one take a half step back and the other lower his hands.

The young man under the tree straightened up from leaning against it.

Song Xianglan's eyes swept over their faces.

Finally, it landed on Yang Liu.

"Are you done crying?"

Yang Liu's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

"Wipe your face clean after you're done crying. If you have something to say, come inside and talk. Who are you trying to fool by howling at the village entrance?"

Yang Liu clenched her fists and then relaxed them, sniffling twice.

"Third Aunt, do you know that I went to Guangzhou to find Song Qiangsheng's son? We were doing just fine, but I secretly went to see that bastard. He ran away with the child, saying he was afraid I would poison him."

"I have no idea."

Lin Ping let out a howl on the ground:

"She doesn't know, but who does? Song Qiang is the one she took out to make big money."

Song Xianglan didn't even turn her head.

"Lin Ping, if you open your mouth one more time, I'll pull out your teeth and put them in your crotch."

Lin Ping's howling seemed to be cut off.

It was gone in an instant.

The people around him were so embarrassed by their laughter that their faces turned red.

Yang Liu's mother stood up, leaning on her cane. "My daughter married into your Song family, and this is how you treat her? You pretend you don't know that Song Qiang is keeping a mistress?"

The loud-voiced middle-aged man from the Yang family took a step forward.

"Third Aunt, we're not here to cause trouble. But the Song family must give my sister an explanation. Song Qiang is having an affair and even fathered a son with another woman. What does he take my sister for?"

"What's your name?" Song Xianglan asked.

"Yang Liu's younger brother, Yang Gensheng."

"Yang Gensheng, is it? It's perfectly reasonable for you to demand justice. But will causing trouble and cursing at the village entrance solve anything?"

"You stood at the door cursing the old man, and what did that get you? You all followed Yang Liu to Guangzhou, found Song Qiang, but why didn't you solve the problem?"

Yang Gensheng didn't want to say that they didn't want his sister to get a divorce.

I don't want to bring that bastard child home either.

They planned to take the illegitimate child to the mountains to sell, and then have Song Qiang place them in the company, squeezing out the other brothers of the Song family.

But Song Qiang agreed.

They even drove them away.

Song Xianglan had already seen through their thoughts.

They're all incompetent at making money, and they've ruined every opportunity to do so.

He just wanted to lie on the willow tree and suck its blood.

"Make your demands. We'll call Song Qiang back to resolve this. If you're unhappy, your in-laws won't be happy either."

"Lin Ping".

Lin Ping's body trembled. "Ah?"

"You just said that I favored sons over daughters and disliked Yang Liu for not being able to have a son, and that I condoned Song Qiang having affairs. Say it again."

Lin Ping's face flushed red and then turned pale.

Her lips moved.

He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Song Xianglan waited two seconds, then asked:

"Can't say it?"

Lin Ping lowered her head, covering the slap mark on her face.

The sound is like a mosquito:

"I...I was just saying it offhand...just kidding."

"Just saying?"

Lin Ping was so frightened that she took a step back.

Song Xianglan's voice calmed down.

"What's the point of you making a scene in the village about Song Qiang having a mistress and a child outside?"

I called him back. If you two want a divorce, then go ahead and get one.

He is the one at fault, so he should be forced to leave with nothing.

And you, Lin Ping, are spreading rumors about me outside, saying that I killed that bastard Yang Dashan.

They said I tricked Shen Huijun into marrying me, and then refused to arrange official positions for my relatives.

Are you feeling resentful because your brothers, who were separated from you by the family, are all living better lives while you two are the poorest? Do you feel cheated because you never get any good things, and you resent whoever is doing well?

"Let me tell you, Lin Ping, it's no use hating me. I just love seeing your stupid, jealous, and envious face."

Song Xianglan's gaze then shifted to the willow.

Yang Liu stood there, her face still wet with tears.

After listening to what Song Xianglan said...

His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Third Aunt, what do you suggest we do?"

Song Xianglan looked at her and said, "Think it through yourself. Divorce or not?"

Yang Liu lowered her head, and tears fell again.

She twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

"I don't want a divorce."

Her voice was very soft.

At the now quiet village entrance, everyone could hear it clearly.

Yang Liu raised her head.

Both of his eyes were red and swollen.

My voice was so hoarse it felt like sandpaper had been scraped across it.

"Third Aunt, I've been married to Song Qiang for over ten years. We have five daughters, two of whom I miscarried. The oldest is eighteen, and the youngest is only three. What will happen to my five children if I get a divorce?"

She sniffed and her voice grew more urgent as she spoke:

"I won't get a divorce. But I want Song Qiang to cut off all ties with that other woman and child."

Completely and thoroughly cut off all ties.

He doesn't want to do business outside anymore; he'll come back to Qingyang, back to our own home. We'll close the door and live our own lives. Third Aunt, can you promise that?

Song Xianglan did not speak.

Yang Liu looked up at Song Xianglan, "You are the Song family's aunt, and Song Qiang has always listened to you. If you ask him to come back, he won't dare not. If you promise him to break up with that woman outside, he won't dare not break up."