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

Yang Liu wanted to refute.

The words caught in my throat.

Everything Yifeng said was true.

"Grandma's most important people were always her uncles and cousins. Then came her nephews from her maternal family, followed by her aunts and cousins. Mom, where are you in her ranking?"

Yang Liu's lips trembled slightly.

In Old Lady Yang's heart.

The son is the root, the daughter-in-law is the face, and the daughter is an outsider who can make a quick buck.

How much money has she given back to her parents' home over the years?

There used to be some nice things said about it.

That 30,000 yuan... The thought of it made her heart ache even more.

Yang Gensheng refused to admit it, and his mother scolded him for hiding money from his brother.

"Mom," Yifeng's voice turned serious. "We can't let Dad's money end up in another woman's pocket."

Yang Liu was taken aback.

"What can I do now that we're divorced? Am I supposed to go and seduce someone while wearing only half a shirt?" She blushed halfway through her sentence and shook her head vigorously. "I can't do that kind of thing."

Yi Feng almost burst out laughing.

Her mother's thought process is truly unique.

"Mom, that's not what I meant. I've come up with a plan. The three of us sisters will go to the city to study."

Yang Liu was puzzled.

"Sifeng and Xiaowu are studying in the city. We three are also Song Qiang's daughters. Why should we study in the village?"

If he speaks with a rural accent when he goes out in the future, it will be a disgrace to Song Qiang.

We told him we were going to school in the city, and that he would come with us to take care of our daily needs.

Yang Liu's brows furrowed.

"Your dad won't agree."

"If he disagrees, we'll make a scene. I'll make a scene, Erfeng will make a scene, and Sanfeng will make a scene too. With all three daughters making a scene together, can he handle it?"

"Besides, we don't live with him. Renting a place near the school won't cost much."

"When you get to the city, you can set up a stall and sell little trinkets for girls like hair clips and headbands. I'll help you with the work after school."

Erfeng appeared at the doorway at some point, poked her head out, and said:

"I'll help you with the work too."

Sanfeng emerged from behind Erfeng.

"I also helped with the work."

Sifeng nodded in agreement, hugging Yangliu's legs and looking up at her, saying:

"Mom, I don't want those pretty aunties to be my stepmother."

Xiao Wu blurted out a word in his childish voice:

"pretty."

Surrounded by several children, Yang Liu's mind was in complete turmoil.

She has never had her own opinions and has been afraid to make decisions since she was a child.

She used to listen to her mother when she was at her parents' home, she listened to Song Qiang after she got married, and she came back to listen to her mother after the divorce.

But she didn't want to leave the blind dates and marriage arranged for her by her mother-in-law.

Now Yifeng is standing in front of her.

This eldest daughter is different from before.

Speak in a logical and organized manner.

They are methodical in their work.

These days she's been running the household chores, cooking, washing clothes, and taking care of her younger sister; she's more like the head of the family than her own mother.

Yang Liu suddenly felt as if a pillar had been placed in her heart.

She's willing to lean on anyone who holds an umbrella in front of her.

These days, Yifeng is the one who holds things together.

So she never imagined that the savings book with 30,000 yuan was in this room, hidden by her own daughter.

"Yifeng," Yang Liu's voice settled. "Take your sisters to your grandmother's place. Take advantage of the large crowd today to build a good relationship with them, especially your third great-aunt."

"Mom, I want to stay and have dinner with you."

"When can't I eat? I'm not so old that I can't move." Yang Liu pushed Yi Feng away.

Her eyes lit up.

"You're right. Your father is so capable, why should he find another woman? Why should someone else be the stepmother of my child?"

Yi Feng's lips curved slightly, and she quickly turned around so that Yang Liu wouldn't see her.

Yang Liu sat in the house, starting to think about what to sell at a stall in the city.

Needles and thread? Or should we make something to eat?

She can make several local specialties of Qingyang.

"Hurry up and go to your grandma's house," she shouted into the yard.

Yifeng led her younger sisters out the door.

Sifeng was the happiest, chattering away the whole way.

She kept saying how great things were outside, and she just wanted her sisters to go to Shenzhen.

"Our school has craft classes. The teacher taught us to fold paper cranes, and I folded a hundred."

"All one hundred of them flew away," Yi Feng teased her.

"No, my neighbor's older sister helped me string them together and hung them by the door." Sifeng snorted indignantly, "My third sister came to the city to study and could fold origami cranes with me."

Sanfeng's eyes shone brightly, almost sparkling.

"Then what do schools in the city teach?"

"They teach so many things. Drawing, singing, dancing."

Sanfeng swallowed hard.

There wasn't even a decent extracurricular book at the village school where she studied.

The children walked all the way to Brother Song's yard.

The bowls and chopsticks were just set out.

Sister-in-law Song peeked out from the kitchen and, seeing the group of children, quickly came to greet them.

"Come in and eat quickly. I'll get red envelopes for Erfeng and Sanfeng later." She grabbed Erfeng's arm, her brow furrowing. "Why has this child lost weight again?"

Then he looked at Sanfeng. "You too, you're all skin and bones."

She turned and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll serve the rice first, you all come in and eat quickly."

Erfeng and Sanfeng stood in the courtyard, calling out to people one by one.

Happy New Year, Grandpa and Grandma!

Happy New Year, Third Aunt!

Happy New Year, Great-Aunt!

Song Xianglan sat there and took out two more red envelopes to hand over.

"Take it."

Song Xiangmei also took out a red envelope.

Erfeng and Sanfeng accepted the red envelopes and said thank you in unison.

Sister-in-law Song brought out a large bowl of dishes.

"Yifeng, take this bowl to your mother. It's not proper for her to eat alone at home during the Lunar New Year."

Yifeng took the bowl, which contained braised pork, stewed chicken pieces, shrimp and crab, and garlic duck. All of these were her mother's favorite dishes.

Sister-in-law Song added:

"Tell your mom that I specially saved this for her, not that it was leftovers."

Yifeng took the bowl and ran out.

After the meal, there were even more people in the courtyard.

Song west was dragged into the yard by Song Lao Si, who grabbed her ear. Half of her face turned red.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Song west cried out, covering her ears.

Song Laosi pushed him in front of Song Xianglan.

"Third sister, look at this. Look at this thing."

Old Song was so angry that the veins on his temples throbbed. He pointed at Song west's nose, his voice barely contained.

"You know he doesn't believe Wan Xiaoju has a child back home and is having an affair with that cousin. How could I have given birth to such a brainless idiot?"

The veins on Song west's neck were bulging.

"She's not that kind of person. None of you have even had any contact with her, so why are you throwing mud at her?"

Song Laosi slapped him on the back of the head.

"Shut up."

Song west closed his mouth, but his eyes remained unconvinced.

Song Qiang: "Song west. My friend is from the same hometown as her. There's no need for him to lie to us about her reputation over there."

Song west: "Your friend has a bad heart. He's spreading rumors about a girl. He must have been holding a grudge because he couldn't get Xiaoju before, and he's deliberately smearing her."

"Even if someone hits her with a stick, she thinks the stick is dirty." Song Qiang pointed at Song Xi's face. "If a dog bites you, it'll vomit for two days. You're such a love-struck fool."

Song west said in a sassy tone, "Enough with the nonsense. You guys are all scheming and plotting. Every time you're huddled together, all you do is scheme against people."

Song Laosi slapped him again. "You talk back to your cousin."

Song west held his breath, his teeth grinding together.

Song Xiangdong watched this scene from the doorway. "The Song family is known for its love-obsessed nature. Forcing him won't change anything."

Song Dong choked.

"I burned paper money for the dead before the New Year and told the ancestors about this. How come the ancestors' stick hasn't knocked that brat's brains out yet?"

Without anyone telling him, Song Laosi grabbed a feather duster and chased Song west all over the yard.

Song west ran fast; he disappeared as soon as he climbed over the wall.

Song Laosi chased after her to the base of the wall, panting as he looked back at Song Xianglan.

"Third sister, do you think this child has lost his mind? I've hit him, I've scolded him, but he just won't listen. This kid has the potential to be a cuckold."

"The more you push him, the more determined he becomes. Your son feels that she has been wronged, and he wants to protect her even more."

The more he opposed it, the more stubborn Song west became. The father and son almost came to blows.

"These things can't be rushed." Song Xianglan stood up. "Right now, he's infatuated with love. Once the hype dies down, he'll see a lot of the truth. Your son, on the other hand, looks like a complete idiot."

She dusted off her clothes and went inside.

I stopped briefly when I passed Song Qiang.

Is your friend reliable?

"Reliable." Song Qiang nodded immediately. "My friend is very close to her family, they wouldn't spread such things carelessly."