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

Song Qiang's body stiffened.

"I know I'm at fault, but she won't agree to any of my demands. I don't know what to do."

"You won't agree to the conditions she proposed either."

"Third Aunt, my son is my obsession. I really can't send him to the mountains. I just want her to accept him."

"It's your son, not hers. Why should she accept your son? You men are really strange."

"You want both, but can you accept Yang Liu having a child with another man?"

Song Xianglan became increasingly angry as she spoke.

He picked up his chopsticks and hit Song Qiang a few times.

The beating left Song Qiang's face covered in chopstick marks, and Song's sister-in-law felt terrible but dared not speak out.

Song Qiang stood still and let Song Xianglan hit him.

"I cannot accept her having a child with another man."

"If you can't accept it, why should she? You men can treat women so badly just for the sake of your sons. Calling you heartless is an insult to dogs."

"I've wronged Yang Liu before, and I've wronged the girl who bore you a son. I think you should have your body physically castrated; don't ruin a good girl like that."

Song Xianglan has a very fiery temper.

It's all because of this nephew.

She didn't need to guess to know how many times the Yang family must have scolded her in private.

When they arrived at Songjiazhuang, some people were pointing and whispering behind their backs.

Seeing Song Qiang's expression, as if his son was the most important person in the world, was like seeing a fly.

"Just because you've got a few bucks doesn't mean you've got a throne. Your ancestors for eighteen generations didn't need you to carry on the family line, did they need someone like you?"

The distraught Song Qiang dared not utter a sound.

Chunxia gloated, "Third Aunt, there's no imperial succession in reality. But most men are ordinary yet confident, thinking their surname is something special."

"Pah! You have absolutely no moral compass. Even your ancestors are being mocked by ghosts in the underworld."

Song Qiang: ...Can morality be more important than a son?

"That girl has been with you for over ten years. She's worked herself to the bone, giving you five daughters. You've lost all conscience. If she wants a divorce..."

Song Xianglan paused for a moment.

"You'll leave with nothing."

That's not a strong statement.

It hit Song Qiang like a stone.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds.

"I know."

His voice was hoarse; he didn't actually want a divorce.

But he also knew that he and Yang Liu could never go back to the way things were before; it was he who made Yang Liu hysterical.

But apart from this incident, he wasn't bad to Yang Liu in other ways.

Even in the poorest times.

When Yang Liu said she needed to take some things back to her parents' home, he packed them for her without hesitation. Even when he went to the mountains to sneakily hunt pheasants, he would first send them back to Yang Liu's parents' home.

After making money.

Yang Liu would send tens of yuan to her family every month, and he would never say a word about it.

He gave Yang Liu a lot of money.

Knowing that Yang Liu had been supporting her family, he thought that as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

Why can't he accept his son?

No one spoke.

Brother Song looked at his son with a complicated expression.

Sister-in-law Song came out of the house and stood at the door. She heard the last few words and her lips pursed into a thin line.

The son is the one at fault.

But isn't leaving with nothing a bit too tragic?

Song Qiang remained silent for a while.

"Mom and Dad, I will never get married again."

Sister-in-law Song's brow twitched slightly.

Song Qiang then said:

"I do favor sons. But I don't discriminate against daughters. Which of my five daughters have I mistreated? From now on, my property will be divided equally among the six of them."

He added a sentence after he finished speaking.

"But the company should be left to my son. I don't want to leave it to my son-in-law."

Sister-in-law Song chewed on a crab leg, her lips twitching downwards, as if she wanted to say something but didn't speak.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

"Your head looks like it's had a wrinkle-reducing injection, not a single wrinkle. You're talking nonsense in broad daylight."

"Who's going to listen to your empty promises? What you need to solve now is the problem at hand."

She raised her hand and slapped Song Qiang on the head again.

"Stop making empty promises. If you keep making empty promises, you'll only end up regretting it."

You should take care of Yang Liu's matter first.

Who will the five daughters live with? How will the child support be paid? How will Yang Liu's future life be arranged?

Explaining things one by one is much more effective than promising an equal division of property.

When you got married, your family was dirt poor, and your parents had accumulated a huge debt because of you.

The hardships were endless, and the family went many days without meat.

Your parents told you not to try for a son, did you even listen? That pancake you made is choking!

Song Qiang felt as if he had been choked, unable to speak.

Brother Song got angry thinking about how he couldn't hold his head up in the village, and said earnestly:

"Your third aunt is right. You should settle Yangliu first before talking about anything else."

If you can't even handle this simple thing, forget about running a customs brokerage; you shouldn't even be opening a small shop.

Song Qiang lowered his head even further.

Chunxia, ​​cracking open peanuts, whispered to Song Xiangmei:

"Mom, you know, Song Qiang is really good at making money, but he's really no good as a husband."

Song Xiangmei rolled her eyes at her.

"Shut up."

Chunxia pouted, "I'll just say one thing: Yang Liu has been with him for over ten years and has had five children. If it were me, I would have broken his legs long ago."

Song Xiangmei tapped Chunxia's hand with her chopsticks.

"Eat your food. What nonsense are you spouting, you junior?"

Chunxia shrank her neck.

He remained quiet for three seconds, then leaned close to Song Xianglan's ear.

"Third Aunt, do you think Song Qiang can make the customs brokerage business successful?"

Song Xianglan sat back down in her chair, picked up a piece of eel, and put it in her mouth.

"able."

She didn't say much.

In his previous life, Song Qiang worked hard for decades, going from being penniless to becoming a billionaire.

What kind of hardship hasn't that man endured?

With her having laid the foundation and earned his first pot of gold, he wouldn't have had to take too many detours in his life.

As long as he doesn't do anything stupid again.

I earned more in this life than in my previous life.

Brother Song took his wine glass and sat down next to Song Xianglan.

"Third Sister."

"Um."

"Song Qiang, that kid..." Brother Song sighed, "He's been stubborn since he was a child. Once he's made up his mind, nothing can change it. If I had been stricter with him back then, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

Song Xianglan glanced at him.

"Brother, you can't control him. Some people are just born with that stubborn streak. Even if you break his legs, he'll still crawl forward."

Song Qiang is destined to suffer setbacks in this life, and he will suffer them anyway.

She couldn't resist the temptations of the bright lights and bustling nightlife outside, and now that her son is born, there's no point in saying anything.

Brother Song silently took a sip of his drink.

"But what about Yang Liu..."

Song Xianglan's tone was very flat:

"When she came to see me yesterday, I could tell she just couldn't swallow her anger."

She felt wronged after being with Song Qiang for over ten years. Adding to her woes, her family was utterly useless and constantly whispered in her ear.

Let Song Qiang leave with nothing. All the property will be left to Yang Liu and their five children.

"I don't think the kids like being with Song Qiang. They all prefer being with their mother, after all, their father gave them an illegitimate younger brother."

Brother Song took a deep breath.

"You're right. It's our Song family that has wronged them."

Song Xianglan stood up and patted the dust off her trousers.

"Saying sorry a lot is not as good as making amends. Don't be stingy with things you can make up for."

Song Xianglan asked Song Qiang:

"What are the backgrounds of those friends you met in Shenzhen?"

"Some were in foreign trade, some were in transportation. One of them was a Hong Kong businessman who owned several shipping routes. We got along very well, and he said he could get me into the industry. I was already familiar with people from the customs and border control."

Song Xianglan nodded.

"You can use the Hong Kong business route, but don't put all your savings on it. Customs brokerage firms don't require much upfront investment, but you need to build channels and relationships later. You need to keep enough working capital on hand."

"I see."

Song Xianglan paused for a moment.

"When you're doing business outside, stick to your bottom line. Gray money is okay, but don't touch black money. These days, things may look glamorous on the outside, but they're often murky. The person who helps you make money today might be the one pushing you into a trap tomorrow."

Even if you leave with nothing, all the property will go to Yang Liu.

Your future assets will still be divided equally among your five daughters. Unless you donate all your money, that's a different story. Either no one gets anything, or everyone gets something.

Customs brokerage firms simply can't operate without operating in the gray area.

The water is too clear; you don't have a chance at all.

Song Qiang's face turned serious.

"Third Aunt, I remember. I've said I prefer boys to girls."

Song Erge raised his chin at Song Qiang.

"Don't take a single word your third aunt says to heart. She's more reliable than your dad and all of us."

Song Laosan nodded repeatedly from the side: "That's right. Third Sister's brains are better than the combined brains of three generations of the Song family."