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

Song Xianglan sighed.

"Yang Liu, I can't guarantee that."

Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips and spoke in a flat tone.

"I can't even guarantee the future of my own children, so how can I guarantee the future of a nephew who is not in my womb?"

Song Qiang has a brain and his own legs.

Where he goes is his own decision. As his aunt, how can I control him for a day or two, or for a lifetime?

"Besides, the security business in Guangzhou was won by them carrying heavy loads and seizing territory; it has nothing to do with me, their aunt."

Yang Liu's face immediately fell.

Disappointment welled up in my eyes, my nose stung, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Third Aunt".

Yang Liu's voice was trembling with tears, "It's not that you can't handle it, it's that you don't want to."

Song Xianglan did not respond.

Yang Liu stared at her for several seconds, then gave a bitter laugh:

"I knew it. In the end, the Song family will still side with the Song family. Only my maternal family will truly care about me."

She wiped away her tears, and the words she spoke carried a different tone.

"Third Aunt, you can actually help me."

"Give the factory in Xiaoquan Brigade to Song Qiang. Go to Yangcheng and take over Song Qiang's business. He'll come back and take over your factory right under my nose. Where can he run off to?"

The entire village entrance fell silent.

Dozens of people were watching Yang Liu.

Yang Liu finally blurted out what she had been pondering for a long time.

"He's your own nephew. If you really want to think about our family, what's wrong with giving in a little?"

Your son is the vice mayor, and your daughter is a college student. Do you really need that little bit of money?

"We'll hand over the factory's profits to Song Qiang, and we'll live a peaceful life at home. That way, all the extramarital affairs and bastard children will naturally disappear."

Her eyes were fixed on Song Xianglan.

With a sense of self-righteous expectation.

Song Xianglan didn't rush to speak.

She just stared at Yang Liu like she was looking at someone whose brain was full of water but who thought he was perfectly clear-headed.

The people gathered at the village entrance began to whisper among themselves.

"Did you hear that? Yang Liu is asking Song Xianglan to hand over the factory to Song Qiang?"

"These willows weren't like this before, how did they become like this?"

"Hey, you can't even control your own man, so you're asking Song Xianglan to do it? What kind of logic is that?"

"Several dozen acres of land plus a workshop. I'll give it to you as I say, and you can arrange for your family to move in later, okay?"

A young woman holding her child stood at the back of the crowd, pursing her lips.

Another middle-aged woman in a blue cotton shirt exchanged a glance with her, both of them thinking that what she said was too outrageous.

But there are also dissenting voices.

A man wearing a straw hat clicked his tongue and said, "Yang Liu has a point."

Song Xianglan's children are all successful, and her workshop is so profitable. What's wrong with giving it to her nephew? It's just helping out family.

The old woman next to him spat:

"Pah! Why should she give her own child to an outsider? Nephew is nephew, how many nephews does she have?"

You can't treat everyone equally. If you give it to Song Qiang today, will Song Rong want it tomorrow? And will Song Fei want it the day after?

The children of the second son of the Song family, and the children of the third and fourth sons.

Lin Ping had been covering her face and hiding on the side of the crowd.

Upon hearing this...

He retorted coldly:

"Is spending your money or getting in your way? This money is for my nephew, not for outsiders."

"No matter how many nephews there are, each one should get a little. Auntie earns so much, what's wrong with her getting a little?"

She still had a handprint on her face, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth.

Now I'm not afraid anymore.

Another woman, who had always been at odds with Lin Ping, burst out laughing.

"Wow, these two have skin thicker than latrine stones. They still have the energy to talk after being beaten up?"

Song Xianglan glanced at Lin Ping and then at Yang Liu: "These two have heads that give off a beastly, wolfish feeling. Their skin is bulletproof; bullets can't penetrate it."

Yang Gensheng's face darkened.

He was so angry when he saw his sister being spoken to like that to his face that he rolled up his sleeves.

"My sister had a proper talk with you. If you don't agree, then you don't agree. You're so old and you still have no manners, all you do is curse people."

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Ducks open their mouths so fast. You definitely have a purple stamp on your ass. One isn't enough, you'll need two rows."

Yang Gensheng: "You."

"What righteous thing is there between me and a heartless bastard?"

"Seeing you all, I'd either go crazy or have a seizure. At my age, if I went crazy in the city, nobody would care. Why should I worry about your swine fever-infected brains in the village?"

Yang Gensheng's mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

His face turned pale and then flushed.

He wasn't afraid of Song Xianglan.

What is an old woman afraid of?

The scene of that series of slaps to Lin Ping was still fresh in our minds; who knew what that old woman would do next?

Song Xianglan turned her head and looked at Yang Liu.

When that gaze fell on Yang Liu's face.

Yang Liu felt a little uneasy.

"I'll say it again. I don't care about your mess. If you want a divorce, then get a divorce. He cheated on you, so he should leave with nothing. If you don't want a divorce, then don't fucking bother me."

She paused for a moment.

"I'm not a straw boat, so don't shoot me indiscriminately."

Yang Liu's tears welled up again.

This time it wasn't the kind of loud wailing we heard before; it was a kind of crying that came from the depths of grievance.

Tears streamed down silently, and her shoulders trembled.

"Do you think I'm the one who wants your factory? Your factory is going to the Song family. I've given birth to five daughters for your Song family. The factory will have nothing to do with me in the future; it will all go to those girls with the surname Song."

"Besides, shouldn't we just stop him from doing anything wrong?"

Yang Liu's voice trembled:

"Third Aunt, you're a woman too. When Third Uncle did something wrong... how could you not bear it? You couldn't bear it either and said you wouldn't get a divorce."

As soon as these words came out...

The village entrance was quiet again.

Everyone was looking at Song Xianglan.

"I killed him."

Her tone was light and casual, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"If you have the guts, kill Song Qiang and then send his illegitimate son to some remote mountain village."

You don't want to lift a finger, you just want others to do the bad things for you. In the end, you come out as a virtuous wife and loving mother, and you still have to act like a pushover and say it's all someone else's fault.

Song Xianglan spat on the ground.

"The moment you open your filthy mouth, I know how many bottles of glycerin suppositories you've drunk."

You despise Song Qiang for keeping women outside the marriage; if you hate him, then go for it yourself.

You want me to give up the factory? You might as well ask me to give up my life.

You've got a good plan, haven't you? Song Qiang manages the factory at home, and the money belongs to both of you.

I went all the way to Guangzhou to run errands for you. Why should I? Because you have five daughters, or because of your long-suffering face?

The willow tree's fig leaf was ripped off.

She stood there, her face burning red.

She hated Song Qiang for having an illegitimate child, but she didn't want to ruin their marriage in the end.

The people around them realized what was happening.

An old woman said with a pursed mouth:

"Yang Liu, Song Xianglan didn't go back to her parents' home for help. Back then, she didn't have anyone from the Yang family force Yang Dashan to break up with Zhang Yujuan for all the despicable things he did. Song Xianglan handled the scumbag all by herself."

Another woman chimed in:

"Song Xianglan was in a much worse situation than you back then, wasn't she? She didn't stand at the village entrance crying and wailing."

"If you're really tough, get a divorce. What's the point of standing here crying and killing him? Take a knife and kill him!"

"She can't control her own man, yet she wants to reap the benefits."

The villagers' attitudes changed suddenly.

Just moments ago, some people sympathized with Yang Liu, but now they all showed expressions of disdain.

Yang Liu's tears flowed more and more fiercely. She knew that what she had said was outrageous, but what could she do?

She is a woman who stays at home taking care of five children.

What can she do?

Yang Liu's mother shouted angrily:

"My daughter has been married into the Song family for over ten years, and it's the men of your Song family who have been keeping women outside the marriage. Why are you turning around and accusing me?"

Brother Yang's expression changed several times.

Their intentions for coming today are actually quite clear.

First, they made a scene at the village entrance to create public pressure.

The Song family is losing face, and Song Xianglan, as their aunt, is even more embarrassed.

In order to avoid trouble, Song Xianglan handed over the workshop to Song Qiang to manage.

Song Qiang definitely doesn't like managing the workshop, so Yang Liu will take over.

When the time comes, someone from the Yang family will be appointed as a manager, and they'll have more food than they can eat.

As for Song Qiang's business in Guangzhou, it was a group of reckless people gathering another group of reckless people to make a fortune.

They don't care about something that's unstable.

They didn't expect that Song Xianglan, that old hag, wouldn't fall for that at all.

Brother Yang took a deep breath and his mind raced.

If you can't win a verbal battle, you won't get the goods either.

Continuing to drag this out will only cause the Yang family to lose more and more face.

He made a decision.

"Third Aunt," Brother Yang's voice was a beat lower than before, "Since you also think Song Qiang was wrong, then let Yang Liu divorce him."

Yang Liu suddenly looked up at her older brother.

Brother Yang didn't look at her and continued:

"My sister wants a divorce from Song Qiang. Please ask the Song family to let him come back so we can discuss the divorce in person."

Yang Gensheng also realized what was happening.

He quickly gave Yang Liu a wink.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear.

Yang Liu was stunned for a moment.

She doesn't want a divorce.

A marriage of more than ten years.

Song Qiang is very generous to her and good to the children. When he comes back, he also knows how to share the housework.

Where can she go after getting a divorce?

But when she saw the looks in her older brother's and younger brother's eyes, a nerve tightened in her mind.

She gritted her teeth.

"Third Aunt, I want a divorce."

"Make Song Qiang leave with nothing."

Song Xianglan glanced at her.

Then I looked at Brother Yang and Yang Gensheng.

She saw through the three people's little schemes.

"Okay." Song Xianglan nodded. "I'll have your father-in-law call Song Qiang and tell him to come back right away to talk to you."

After saying that, she turned around and squeezed out from the side of the crowd.

The crowd at the village entrance gradually dispersed.

Some people were still standing there muttering to themselves.

Yang Liu stood under the big banyan tree, watching Song Xianglan ride her bicycle away.

Her heart is empty.

She couldn't understand why Song Xianglan, who was so capable, wouldn't even help her with this small favor.

The factory isn't for outsiders.

Song Xianglan's son has become the vice mayor, and her daughter is a college student. Which of them would come back to Qingyang to manage this factory?

Wouldn't it be better to give the factory to Song Qiang?