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

Yang Liu shook off her mother's hand and then shook off Yang Gensheng.

Her mind was a complete mess.

Song Qiang ignored the Yang family.

He went to his five daughters.

"You can all come with me. It won't interfere with your future relationships with Mom."

Yi Feng, her eyes red-rimmed, stared intently at him.

Her fists were clenched so tightly that her bones were cracking.

"I hate you. You ruined this family. I want to be with Mom. All five of us want to be with Mom."

Song Qiang's eyelid twitched.

His gaze turned to Erfeng and Sanfeng.

"What about you two? Don't you want to go to Guangzhou to study with your dad?"

Erfeng lowered her head and bit her lip, not uttering a single word.

Sanfeng raised her head.

She glanced at Song Qiang, then at Yang Liu. Finally, her gaze returned to Song Qiang's face.

"think."

"Smack."

Yi Feng slapped San Feng across the face.

Sanfeng staggered back two steps, and half of her face instantly turned red.

Yi Feng didn't stop, and slapped Er Feng again.

"What a worthless wretch. He ruined our family, why should we stay with him?"

Yi Feng pointed at her two younger sisters, her voice cracking.

"He betrayed this family, and you still want to stay with him? What's so great about that filthy money? Have you forgotten the suffering your mother endured?"

Sanfeng covered her face, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her lips trembled and trembled, but she still burst into tears.

She doesn't understand.

Dad used to let her ride a big horse.

When I went to the commune, I bought her candy, peeled off the wrappers one by one, and put them into her mouth.

They even climbed up the big banyan tree behind the house to steal bird eggs.

After cooking it, I brought it to her and said, "Sanfeng, you are Daddy's little angel."

Her father never scolded her for being a brat.

Dad wants a younger brother, and Mom talks about having a younger brother every day.

Why can't she want to go with her father?

Sifeng was so frightened that she shrank behind Sanfeng.

Clutching the hem of Sanfeng's clothes with her two little hands, she didn't dare to breathe.

Xiao Wu sat on the ground, picking at the mud in the cracks between the floor tiles with his fingers, and stuffed a lump of it into his mouth.

Sister-in-law Song, with her sharp eyes, rushed over and pulled her finger out of her mouth, then wiped it with her apron.

Xiao Wu let out a loud "Wah!"

It wasn't for any other reason than that the mud was taken away.

The Yang family members chattered amongst themselves, offering suggestions to Yang Liu.

Yang Gensheng's left ear was buzzing, and Yang Liu's mother's right ear was buzzing.

Brother Yang was pulling at her clothes from behind.

Yang Liu's temples throbbed.

She pushed everyone away.

"Shut up, all of you."

The Yang family was stunned by her shout.

They've all gone mute.

Yang Liu took a deep breath.

She raised her hand to wipe away the dried tear stains on her face, her eyes fixed on Song Qiang.

"Song Qiang, I'm divorcing you."

Her voice was hoarse, and she was utterly disappointed in the man in front of her.

"You can have the fourth and fifth sons. But everything in the house belongs to me, and you also have to give me another 20,000 yuan."

Song Qiang frowned.

Yang Liu raised her chin and pointed to the paper package in her arms.

"That 30,000 yuan is for the child, it has nothing to do with me. This 20,000 yuan is for you to buy out your shares in Yangcheng. The house is mine, the land and everything else is mine. As for whether it goes to the child or to me, that's something for after I'm gone."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

Chunxia almost spat out the peanuts she was eating.

She tugged sharply at Song Xiangmei's sleeve. "Does this woman really think Song Qiang runs a money-printing machine?"

Song Xiangmei pinched her, signaling her to shut up.

Song Qiang shook his head directly.

"That's too much. That 10% share doesn't amount to much money over the course of a year. Everyone gets paid based on how much work they do. You can take the shares and go to Guangzhou to work with everyone."

He pointed to the paper package in Yang Liu's hand.

"I'll give you another five thousand at most. That'll make it ten thousand in total. If you want a divorce, then go ahead; if not, we'll just drag this out."

Yang Liu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Song Qiang, don't go too far."

She clutched the paper package tightly to her chest, her voice hoarse and almost cracking.

"Do you really want to make things a lose-lose situation?"

Song Qiang's face turned cold.

"Yang Liu, listen carefully, I'm leaving with nothing. You want me to pay 20,000 yuan? Where is that money coming from?"

Do you think I make a lot of money outside? I only pay a few dozen yuan a month to rent a place in Guangzhou.

Don't you know how much money I've given you over the years? Do you want me to take out the ledger and check the accounts? You've taken at least ten thousand yuan from me.

Don't tell me you've squandered ten thousand yuan in two or three years. I emptied my pockets to scrape together five thousand. Even if I gave you another five thousand, I couldn't come up with it right away.

Yang Liu guiltily looked away.

She kept saying that Song Qiang gave her twenty yuan a month to support the family.

She saved the rest of the money and kept it with her mother.

She was afraid that the Song family would try to take advantage of her money.

Unexpectedly, Song Qiang revealed everything.

The villagers gasped in shock. "My God! Song Qiang gave Yang Liu so much money. And she always said that Song Qiang only gave her twenty yuan a month, and that she wasn't well-off."

"Twenty yuan is enough to make us envious."

"Giving me 10,000 yuan over two or three years is enough to make me incredibly jealous."

"Then I'm willing to raise his illegitimate child."

"As long as the money is right, and you break off all ties with other women, everything is negotiable."

Song Qiang sighed again: "The five thousand yuan I brought back was borrowed from others. If I were to give you another five thousand yuan, I would have to borrow it from someone else during the Spring Festival."

Yang Gensheng's expression changed.

He leaned close to Yang Liu's ear, his voice urgent:

"He owns a company in Guangzhou, how could he not have money?"

Song Qiang gave Yang Gensheng a cold look.

"Yang Gensheng, how many years have you been sponging off your sister? In all these years of marriage, how much money have you and your mother borrowed from us? Have you ever paid it back?"

Yang Gensheng's face flushed red instantly.

"You're talking nonsense. My sister gave it to me willingly."

Song Qiang raised his voice a notch, "Half of the money I earn outside is used to support my family, and the other half is sucked up by your Yang family. How dare you come here asking for 200,000?"

Since it's marital property, I'm happy to have you repay the full amount of the loan.

Yang Gensheng was speechless, having already spent all that money.

Return it my ass.

Yang Liu's mother jumped out.

"Stop trying to sow discord. You're out there having affairs and fathering illegitimate children, and you still have the nerve to talk about us?"

She didn't borrow money when her daughter was poor, so it's normal for her to help her family now that she has money.

Song Qiang didn't respond to that.

He turned to look at Yang Liu.

"Ten thousand yuan plus all the things in the house are yours. Sign if you want, otherwise just wait and see. I'm telling you this now, after today you won't even get that ten thousand yuan."

Yang Liu clutched the paper package, trembling all over.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Ten thousand yuan. Plus the thirty thousand in the savings account.

She has 40,000 yuan in her hands.

The 30,000 is for the child.

She knew she shouldn't touch that 30,000.

But since the child lives with her, isn't the money the child spends also spent by her?

The child's food, clothes, and other necessities all pass through her hands. Who can tell which money belongs to the child and which belongs to her?

She bit her lip and calculated again and again.

Yang Gensheng came closer again.

"Sister, ten thousand it is. Take the money first. We can negotiate with him later. Anyway, you have three girls with you, how could he ignore you? When you come to ask for the money back, will he dare refuse?"

Yang Liu's mother chimed in, "Let's get the money first. We can ask for child support later."

"You don't want the two younger ones. Song Qiang can't take care of such young children, and then he'll have to beg you to come and help. At that time, you can do whatever you want with them, and you can name your terms."

Yang Liu closed her eyes.

Song Xianglan saw all of this, but she didn't say anything more.

Ultimately, Yang Liu and Song Qiang's marriage is their own business.

But she knew perfectly well what was going on in her heart.

Yang Liu took her first three daughters. The eldest daughter was capable of working, and the second and third daughters could lend a hand.

The Yang family was calculating their options, hoping Yang Liu would continue living in Songjiazhuang. They wanted the house to stay, and they also wanted their child to continue his education.

As for the fourth and fifth children, it would be too expensive and laborious to take them back and raise them.

Even though Yang Liu wanted to have a child, her family dissuaded her.

Yi Feng was embracing San Feng, whose face was still flushed.

Erfeng stood to one side, her eyes swollen from crying so much she could barely open them.

Sifeng was holding Xiaowu's hand, and Xiaowu's mouth was still covered in mud.

Yang Liu steeled her resolve, gritted her teeth, and looked at Song Qiang.

"Song Qiang, ten thousand it is. But remember what you owe me and the child, and you can't repay it in this lifetime. You'll always owe me."

Song Qiang remained silent for two seconds.

"We'll go and complete the formalities in a bit."

Song Qiang took the cigarettes to the brigade headquarters to get a certificate.

Yang Liu stood there, clutching the paper package, her fingernails digging into the cardboard. Several deep marks were left on the cardboard.

Yang Gensheng: "Sister, how much money is in that bag? Let me see."

Yang Liu turned her head and glanced at Yang Gensheng.

"Don't even think about it."

Yang Gensheng withdrew his hand and gave an awkward laugh. "I was just looking. Sis, what are you talking about? Would I take your money?"

Yang Liu ignored him.

Song Qiang quickly obtained the necessary documents and brought over the divorce agreement.

He walked to the stone table and spread the paper on it.

"Take a look."

Yang Liu walked over and glanced down at it twice.

The text is short, but the entries are very clear.

All the family property went to Yang Liu.

Dafeng, Erfeng, Sanfeng, and Yangliu.

Sifeng, Wufeng, and Song Qiang.

Song Qiang paid an additional 10,000 yuan. The 30,000 yuan in the savings account was to be divided equally among the five children and kept in custody by Yang Liu.

Yang Liu finished reading and looked up.

"Where's the pen?"

Song Qiang took a pen out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

Yang Liu picked up her pen.

Her hands were shaking.

The pen tip hovered over the paper, hesitant to fall.

Yi Feng rushed over and grabbed Yang Liu's wrist.

"Mom, are you really going to sign? What about my fourth and fifth sisters? Don't you want them anymore?"

Yang Liu gritted her teeth, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Yifeng, at least your fourth and fifth sisters have food to eat if they stay with your father. If they stay with me, I can't even support the three of you."

Yi Feng loosened her grip.

"How could you not be able to afford it? Thirty thousand yuan is enough."

Yang Liu's mother hugged her.

Yifeng was very disappointed, feeling a sense of powerless disappointment towards both her parents.

She slowly took a step back, watching Yang Liu pick up a pen and sign her name on the paper.

Song Qiang took the pen and signed his name.

The two signed the papers.

They went to the county together to get a divorce certificate.

After they left.

The villagers still haven't left.

Everyone is talking about how Song Qiang has gone back to being penniless overnight, and some shrewd people have already asked a matchmaker to go to the Yang family tomorrow to propose marriage.

Whoever marries Yang Liu is marrying a bank.