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

Da Ya felt conflicted.

On the one hand, she was afraid of her mother coming back; when Qiao Zhaodi was around, the house was noisy every day.

He smashed bowls, cursed, and hit her.

Those voices still appear in her dreams.

But on the other hand, people in the village say that stepmothers are crueler than biological mothers.

She heard that her stepmother only loved her own children and was very cruel to her stepchildren.

She dared not think.

Er Ya put down the orange in her hand, and in a flash, she rushed to Grandma Wang's side and hugged the old lady's legs tightly with both arms.

"Grandma, I'm not an ungrateful child."

She tilted her head back, speaking with an air of self-righteousness.

"I will definitely be filial to my grandmother in the future. Baogen is the ungrateful one."

Baogen...

Old Mrs. Wang looked down at Er Ya, and the anger on her face visibly subsided by more than half.

She reached out and ruffled Er Ya's hair, her voice softening instantly.

"Grandma was wrong. I'm sorry, our little darling, I shouldn't have called Er Ya an ungrateful little devil. Can Er Ya forgive Grandma?"

Er Ya pouted.

She tilted her head to one side, deliberately making a troubled look.

"I won't be angry because Grandma sincerely apologized."

"My little darling is so generous. Grandma loves you the most."

Sanya rushed over from the side, snuggled into Grandma Wang's arms, and wrapped her arms around the old lady's neck.

"Grandma, you said you loved me the most. You said it last time."

"They all love Grandma's good grandchildren." Grandma Wang hugged one in each arm, her face crinkling with smiles.

Baogen sniffed and buried his face in his knees.

Grandma Wang looked up and glanced at Daya.

"come over."

Daya walked over slowly.

Grandma Wang released one hand and patted Daya's arm.

"Remember one thing from now on. Be yourself, don't wrong yourself for anyone, and don't deliberately make things difficult for others." Old Mrs. Wang was afraid that Daya would have some reservations because of Wang Zhihe's marriage.

This girl is extremely sensitive; she can't think of anything good but can imagine a whole host of bad things.

Before anything even happens, I'm already depressed to death.

A while later.

Da Ya then asked in a low voice.

"Grandma, Aunt Lin Fang...is she good to us?"

Old Mrs. Wang snorted.

"Ten thousand times better than your mother."

When she told them to go out and play, Old Lady Wang dragged Wang Zhihe into the kitchen and gave him a thorough scolding.

Wang Zhihe waved his hands repeatedly.

"Mom, don't worry. How could I possibly turn back? I'll endure the hardship, but I won't turn back."

He hurriedly tried to explain, then paused and said:

"Spending these days with Lin Fang... I can't explain it to you, it's just a kind of intoxicating feeling."

Grandma Wang frowned.

"Why are you so excited? I'm telling you, don't do anything bad."

"Well..." Wang Zhihe scratched the back of his head, his face turning a little red. "I always thought I was still a naive young man in my early twenties."

I want to give her the best. I want to buy her nice clothes and let her try delicious food.

Even seeing a flower bloom makes me want to pick one and bring it back to her. It's the feeling of wanting to spend my life with her." He spoke his true feelings for the first time.

Old Mrs. Wang stared at him for a long time.

"Why would you, you miser, give her a cheap flower? Couldn't you go to town or the county to buy her a gold bracelet?" she said, enunciating each word clearly. "How could I have such a stingy son? You have the nerve to give someone you like a worthless flower?"

"There are so many gold bracelets and chains in the jewelry store, you could even buy a few more and have one gold flower made."

Grandma Wang complained again that the Wang family was stingy.

Wang Zhihe... "Mom, it's all the rage to send flowers now."

"Others who can't afford gold pick a worthless flower. Those girls are so silly," Wang Zhi and his mother spat. "If your dad gave me flowers, I'd turn his eyeballs into flowers."

"I'll buy her gold when the jewelry store opens."

"That's more like it. Doesn't gold represent love better than a broken flower?"

Wang Zhihe: ...

The second day of the Lunar New Year.

Early in the morning, Song Qiang arrived in his van.

He stood at the door of Song Xianglan's house and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Third Aunt, Happy New Year. My dad sent a few of us to pick you up and take you to Songjiazhuang."

The courtyard gate opened.

When Song Xianglan saw Song Qiang's face, her brows immediately furrowed. Her fingers began to itch.

Song Qiang took two steps forward.

"Third Aunt, I know you want to hit me."

He kept his head down, with his hands hanging at his sides.

"Go ahead and fight."

Song Xianglan raised her hand halfway, then lowered it again.

"I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."

Song Qiang chuckled and didn't take it to heart.

Song Xiangdong and Shen Huijun brought Fubao and Youbao out, carrying gifts. Song Tingting also carried gifts. "Cousin, there are still things inside. Hurry up and help move them to the car."

The courtyard of Brother Song's house is already quite lively.

Song Xiangmei, Nie Xiaochuan, and Chunxia were also there.

Nie Erhua sat smiling in the chair, while Sifeng and Xiaowu chased and played in the yard.

Song Xianglan entered the courtyard and glanced at the crowd.

Song Xianghe is not here.

"Why didn't my second sister's family come?"

Chunxia cracked some melon seeds and opened her mouth with a grin.

"Third Aunt, should I go and take a look in a couple of days?"

Song Xiangmei was so frightened that her face changed color, and she grabbed Chunxia's arm.

"You shouldn't go."

"Xiao Chuan's fourth brother is also divorced, and your second aunt's family has fallen apart because of your meddling. She definitely wants to wait until we go back before coming over."

Chunxia spat out the sunflower seed shells.

"Fourth Brother and Fourth Sister-in-law used to be a couple full of love, but later they became a couple full of hatred. I helped them see reality clearly."

Let them go their separate ways and find their own happiness.

Song Xiangmei's lips twitched.

Song Ersao and her sisters-in-law were also sitting in the courtyard, chatting together.

Song Yuzhu and her sisters, along with Shen Huijun and Song Tingting, went outside, saying they were going for a walk and to look around.

Song Xiangdong was pulled upstairs to the tea room by several of his cousins.

Yi Feng was wearing a light pink cotton-padded jacket, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She looked much neater and more tidy than when we last met.

She tiptoed up to Song Xianglan and called out.

"Third Aunt, Happy New Year!"

Song Xianglan looked her up and down.

Yi Feng lowered her head and said, "I will continue my studies when school starts."

"Oh?"

"Thank you, Third Aunt, for waking me up." Her phoenix eyes were a little red. "If I don't study, I'll end up like my mother, spending my whole life revolving around the stove and men. I don't want to live that kind of life."

Song Xianglan nodded. "Girls should study more so they will have more choices in the future."

Xiao Wu was dressed very stylishly.

She had two little buns on her head, a red hairband, a red woolen skirt, and red little leather shoes.

She looks like a New Year's picture doll.

Yi Feng bent down and hugged Xiao Wu, whose little hands were clinging to Yi Feng's shoulders.

His round eyes darted around and landed on Song Xianglan.

Happy New Year, Third Aunt!

A childish, babyish voice.

Song Xianglan's eyes lit up. "This girl is really pretty."

Xiao Wu turned his head again and saw Chunxia next to him.

"Happy New Year, Aunt Chunxia."

Chunxia dropped two melon seeds from her hand.

She reached out and pinched Xiao Wu's face, pinching it left and right, her eyes wide open.

"Oh my god, Xiao Wu is so cute."

She kneaded and pinched, and Xiao Wu groaned and moaned as she tormented him.

"I also want to have a daughter like Xiao Wu, and then I'll take her all over the world."

Someone nearby, munching on sunflower seeds, chimed in.

"Your mother-in-law's husband probably wants a boy, right?"

Song Xiangmei quickly waved her hand.

"No, I don't. Why would I be ashamed of my own gender? My Chunxia can have either a boy or a girl."

She said this as if she was afraid no one would hear her.

Nie Xiaochuan spoke up from the side.

"I don't care. It's fine if it's a daughter. As long as she's my child."

Song Qiang, who happened to be passing by the courtyard, overheard these words.

Several glares rolled their eyes at me simultaneously.

He lowered his head and walked quickly over.

He can't stop at times like this; if he stops, he'll become a target.

"Song Qiang." Song Xianglan's voice came from behind.

He paused for a moment, then turned around.

"Third Aunt".

"Why didn't you bring your son along?"

The four undesirable practices have returned this year, and so has the fifth one.

Song Qiang's precious son didn't show up.

Song Qiang: "No one can help take care of him. I'll bring him back when he's older and can play by himself."

The courtyard was bustling with activity.

The children gathered together to play, while the adults sat around eating sunflower seeds and chatting.

Song Xianglan took out a stack of red envelopes from her pocket.

Yi Feng stood beside her, her eyes fixed on Xiao Wu, afraid that she might fall.

Song Xianglan beckoned. "Yifeng, come here."

Song Xianglan slipped a red envelope into her hand. "Study hard."

Yi Feng clutched the red envelope and nodded vigorously.

Song Xianglan took out another red envelope and stuffed it into Xiao Wu's hand.

Xiao Wu examined the red envelope from all angles, wondering what it contained, before handing it to Yi Feng.

Yifeng stuffed the red envelope back into her pocket and whispered something in her ear.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Third Aunt."

Sifeng also came over.

She had grown taller and stronger than before.

Happy New Year, Third Aunt!

Song Xianglan handed over the red envelope.

"You've grown taller."

Sifeng took the red envelope and grinned.

Everyone who calls her "Grandma" gets a red envelope.

Those who come to call her "Auntie" and are not married also receive a red envelope.

A line of children came, and Song Xianglan handed out red envelopes round after round.

The married daughters also returned with their children.

When Song Tingting and her friends returned, they happened to run into Song Xianglan handing out red envelopes. She couldn't help but mutter, "Mom, how many red envelopes did you prepare this year?"

"That's enough." Song Xianglan handed out another red envelope.

"Song Dong, you should get married already. You're such a grown man, why are you still taking my red envelope?"