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

Yang Liu didn't send the children to school today, saying she needed to take care of things at home first.

She told her daughters to always stand on her side.

She cried again and said:

"Your grandparents and aunts all care about your father's illegitimate child. They don't consider you girls at all, and they look down on you because you're girls."

"You're all I have. If you don't stand by me, what's the point of my life?"

Yi Feng cried and hugged her shoulder.

"Mom, don't cry. We'll definitely help you."

"I'd rather have a beggar mother than a rich father. All the money I have is for you." She stopped complaining about her daughter being disappointing and not being a boy.

Yang Gensheng also said:

"Your uncle stood up for your mother because he cared about all of you."

"Yifeng, as the eldest sister, you must keep your younger sister in check and fight for more benefits for your mother."

Yi Feng doesn't like her uncles.

Every time she went to her mother, it was to ask for money, but she knew her mother was suffering and she also knew her mother's wishes.

"Mom, all five of us sisters will stay with you."

We haven't even reached the Song family's door yet.

Yang Liu's mother's wailing echoed through the village.

She cried rhythmically as she walked.

"My poor daughter, the Song family is trying to kill you. You were seventeen years old, a beautiful flower, married to Song Qiang, a poor, ugly man who looks like a toad hanging himself."

You were still young and beautiful when Song Qiang kicked you out of the house. All the wealth you built up was going to go to his illegitimate son.

Fellow villagers, the Song family is acting like idiots. They're trying to drive my poor daughter to her death!

The entire village was wailing.

Follow behind and watch the excitement.

Someone laughed and said:

"Elder sister of the Yang family. Song Qiang is still quite handsome, how come you call him so ugly? There is no one in the Song family who is not good-looking, even if their character is not good, their appearance is impeccable."

"My daughter is prettier. If she doesn't marry Song Qiang, she can marry into a family in the county and get a government-subsidized job."

"The second aunt of the Song family married into the county and got a government job because of her looks, but her life was not as good as Song Xianglan and the others."

Song Erge poked his head out of the kitchen, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground.

"Judging by this, are they here to rob us?"

The gate was wide open.

Song Xianglan did not ask to close the door.

Instead of letting it rot and smell, it's better to leave the lid open and let it bask in the sun.

Yang Liu's mother rushed into the yard first, followed by more than a dozen members of the Yang family.

Yang Gensheng was still carrying a carrying pole in his hand.

They looked like they were about to cause trouble.

Yang Liu walked in the middle, her eyes swollen like two walnuts.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, her gaze was fixed on Song Qiang at the kitchen door.

Song Qiang had just finished washing the dishes and was still holding a rag in his hand.

Yang Liu rushed forward and raised her hand.

"Smack."

A solid slap landed on Song Qiang's face.

The two chickens that were fighting in the yard were so frightened that they flew to the top of the wall and ran away clucking and flapping their wings.

"You bastard."

Yang Liu's sharp voice pierced the silence, "I gave birth to five daughters for you, and you show no mercy at all."

"If you wanted a son, why didn't you tell me? Why did you have to find other women outside?"

A red mark quickly appeared on Song Qiang's face.

He slowly turned his head.

He threw the rag in his hand into the basin of water.

"You've had five children, and two abortions. If you have any more, will it be a son?" Song Qiang looked at her, his tone flat. "I've already had a tubal ligation, so I can't have any more children."

Yang Liu shuddered.

Tears streamed down her face.

She also wanted a son, hoping he would take care of her in her old age and see her off in death.

Daughters always belong to someone else's family.

The news that Song Qiang had undergone sterilization was tantamount to a death sentence for her; how could she possibly have a son now?

"You got a tubal ligation? What gives you the right to get one?"

She grabbed Song Qiang's collar and shook him violently, "Having a son is your problem, men. You turn around and blame me for not having a son. Why did you sow the seed of a son for someone else, but sow the seed of a girl for me?"

Song Qiang let her shake him without fighting back.

"sorry."

He said three words.

Yang Liu cried even harder.

"Song Qiang, you're bullying me too much." What will she do now?

She suddenly released her grip, turned around, and lunged at Song Xianglan.

She took two steps to the stone table and knelt down with a thud.

"Third Aunt." Yang Liu looked up, her face covered in snot and tears. "I'm not here to cause trouble today. I want justice."

Song Xianglan held the teacup, blew away the foam, and took a sip.

What kind of justice do you want?

Yang Liu pointed at Song Qiang, but her words were directed at Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt, you love Song Qiang the most. You give him the factory, and he'll give you the shares of Yangcheng Security Company."

It's okay if we suffer a little loss.

"Once he has a factory, he can stay at home, and my wife and I can take care of our five children and live a good life."

The Yang family members all nodded in agreement.

Yang Gensheng slammed the carrying pole he was holding onto the ground.

"Song Qiang, it's just a matter of your third aunt's word. You should hurry up and get her to give you the factory, then you can settle down and live a peaceful life with my sister from now on."

Song Qiang raised his hand and slapped Yang Gensheng across the face.

"None of your business. You pounce on me like a dog at the smell of meat, licking your big slut's face like a robber."

The Yang family members cried out.

When they came to beat up Song Qiang, the Song family members also stepped forward.

Song Xianglan put down her teacup.

The rough porcelain base struck the stone table with a dull thud.

Everyone in the courtyard was watching her.

"Willow," Song Xianglan said, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground, "I won't trade with you. You won't suffer any losses."

The Yang family members turned green with rage.

Song Qiang took a big step forward, blocking Yang Liu and Song Xianglan.

"You're crazy."

Song Qiang pointed at Yang Liu's nose, his suppressed anger finally exploding.

"My aunt's factory has land and buildings; she owns it all. The security company I work for in Guangzhou has rented space, and even the desks and chairs are from a secondhand market."

I have dozens of brothers who rely on me for their livelihood, and the shares are scattered and fragmented, so I only get 10% of them.

How could you possibly ask to exchange my 10% shell company for my aunt's wholly-owned factory, which owns land and houses?

Yang Liu shrank back slightly after being yelled at.

It was her brother who said it.

Yang Liu shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm doing this for you and the child. I'm an outsider, and the factory is your Song family's property if I give it to you."

You've had a child with another man and you still think you're right? Now you're even yelling at me. I can't live like this anymore.

Song Qiang's cheeks bulged out into two hard lumps.

He took a deep breath.

"I've thought it through," Song Qiang said, emphasizing each word. "We're getting a divorce."

The moment the word "divorce" was uttered.

The Yang family was in an uproar.

Yang Gensheng raised the carrying pole and was about to rush upwards.

"You dare to mention divorce? My sister has been with you since she was seventeen, serving your whole family and giving birth to five of your children."

You want to dump her? No way! The Yang family isn't easy to bully.

Yang Liu's mother plopped down on the ground.

He yelled at the villagers who were peeking out of the yard.

"Fellow villagers, come and see! The Song family is trying to drive someone to their death."

My daughter has sacrificed her entire youth, and now that she's old and can't have children anymore, they want to kick her out.

Divorce is fine, but our Yang family's daughter won't stay with someone else.

"Child support for five children, compensation for my daughter's lost youth, and the cost of all the housework I've done for her over the past ten years—it all has to be paid out."

The villagers pointed and whispered at the door.

A buzz of discussion drifted into the courtyard.

Song Xianglan sat on the stone bench without changing her posture, picked up her cup and slowly took a sip.

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

He held onto her legs tightly.

"Third Aunt, I beg you. I've given him five daughters; I deserve his kindness. You've been dumped too, how can you not help me?"

"Yifeng, come and beg your great-aunt."

Song Xianglan looked down at Yang Liu.

"stand up."

Thinking there was a chance, Yang Liu quickly let go.

He hastily wiped his face and stood up.

"I won't interfere in your affairs as a couple." Song Xianglan stood up. "You can handle your own business as it is."

"I won't help you even if I get dumped. You can hit me, yell at me, kiss me, or even kill me all you want, it's none of my business."

Yang Liu was stunned.

Song Xianglan turned to look at Song Qiang.

"Yang Liu has been with you for over ten years. If you want a divorce, you'll leave with nothing."

You reap what you sow.

She looked past Song Qiang and at Brother Song, who was sitting silently smoking at the entrance of the main room.

"Brother, let Song Qiang leave with nothing. Do you have any objections?"

"no comment."

The Yang family fell silent.

The carrying pole that Yang Gensheng was holding also froze in mid-air.

They're here to extort money from the factory, and they also want a divorce so they can take a huge loss from Song Qiang.

Leaving with nothing is not enough.

Ideally, Song Qiang would continue to give him money every month.

Since they are at fault, they should pay for a lifetime.

Song Qiang looked at his sister-in-law, "Mom, go and get the paper package from inside the house."

Sister-in-law Song was reluctant to part with him.

He turned and left, and soon came out of the main room.

He handed Song Qiang a bulging paper package.

Sister-in-law Song felt a pang of heartache seeing this; surely the party at fault shouldn't have to leave with nothing?

Song Qiang said calmly, "Here's the money. But Yang Liu, can you manage to raise five children on your own?"

The paper package was heavy.

Yang Liu looked down at the money in her arms, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

She gripped the paper package tightly, her fingernails digging into the cardboard.

She finally understood.

Song Qiang really doesn't want her.

The Song family didn't want her either.

Song Xianglan was too ruthless, completely severing her last hope.

Yang Liu's mother came closer and reached out to take the paper package.

"Let me see, how much does it cost...?"

Yang Liu slapped her mother's hand away.