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

Song Dong went to Nie Xiaochuan's dormitory to take a shower.

The heat turned his whole body red, finally washing away the sour smell and fatigue.

"Third Aunt." Song Dong walked to the office door and poked half his head in. "Really not going to try investing in stocks? Just give it a shot, invest ten or twenty thousand."

Song Xianglan was looking down at a stack of delivery slips, without even looking up.

"If you have so much money you don't know what to do with it, just donate it to me. I'll use it to give as welfare to the workers at the food factory."

Song Dong pursed his lips and didn't insist any further.

His third aunt has her own set of principles for doing business; once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it.

If she doesn't approve of something, no one can change her mind.

However, it is precisely this spirit that has enabled her to go from having nothing to where she is today.

"Alright, whatever you say." Song Dong scratched his wet hair. "Let's go eat, I'm starving."

Song Dong has one good point: he listens to Song Xianglan.

He would never actually try it if Song Xianglan said it wouldn't work.

Therefore, Song Xianglan has nothing to worry about him.

Where is Nie Xiaochuan?

"I was just in the yard with Zhou Fang, looking at those two Honda Kings. They were like they were looking at their future wives."

Song Xianglan put down her pen and stood up.

"Let's go out to eat. I know a new seafood restaurant opened in the county, let's try it."

"Alright!" Song Dong immediately perked up. "I've been craving this all my travels. Seafood from other places just doesn't taste like the one from Qingyang."

On the busiest street in Qingyang County, a newly opened seafood restaurant is doing very well.

Song Xianglan and the other three found a seat by the window and sat down.

"Give me fried oysters, salt and pepper mantis shrimp, steamed crab with vermicelli, braised Da Dongxing, and vinegar pork with octopus and sea worm jelly." Song Dong rattled off the menu, all of them local specialties of Qingyang.

Nie Xiaochuan added from the side: "One satay three treasures, one small intestine rice blood duck and pig's trotter stew, and one garlic water spinach."

"Another serving of seaweed rice, please," Song Xianglan added.

After ordering, she felt something was missing. "We didn't order soup."

She got up and walked to the counter where she took orders. "Waiter, please add a serving of radish and geoduck soup to our table."

"Okay, I'll place your order right away."

Just as Song Xianglan was about to turn around and return to her seat, a harsh curse suddenly came from the next table.

"Selinmu, are you blind? You bumped into me, kneel down and apologize!"

A man wearing a floral shirt and dyed blond hair pointed at a waiter carrying a soup bowl and started cursing.

The girl was young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her face was deathly pale, and her hands, which were holding the soup bowl, were trembling.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

All the diners in the restaurant stopped eating and looked over here.

Song Xianglan also looked in the direction of the sound.

She felt the girl looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where she had seen her before.

Upon closer inspection, the girl's thin face and clear yet somewhat stubborn eyes overlapped with those of the little girl she had met at the city hospital a few years ago.

When she took Song Xiangmei to get a medical check-up, they met a lame old soldier who was at the hospital with his adopted daughter but couldn't afford surgery.

She anonymously paid their medical expenses at the time.

I never expected to see this child here again.

The hotel manager rushed over and, without asking why, began to berate the girl:

"Zhao Yuan, you've already offended a customer on your first day at work. Hurry up and kneel down to apologize!"

Zhao Yuan was even more terrified when the manager yelled at her.

Her eyes instantly turned red.

There were three men sitting at that table, looking rather sleazy.

The blond-haired man had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

With some soup on his arm, the blond-haired man blew a smoke ring from his mouth towards Zhao Yuan's face, his expression full of mockery and malice.

"Kneel down. Say 'Brother, I'm sorry' three times, and this matter will be over."

A group of customers at the next table couldn't stand it any longer and spoke up, saying something fair:

"Okay, that's enough. You were the one who suddenly stood up and bumped into the girl with your arm."

The blond-haired man turned his fierce gaze over.

"Who do you think you are? Mind your own business. In Qingyang, I'm the one who calls the shots."

Seeing this, the manager became even more anxious.

He kept pushing Zhao Yuan's arm. "Kneel down! What are you standing there for? Do you want me to fire you?"

Zhao Yuan's lips trembled, and her knees were about to bend.

"Kneel down to your mother."

A loud shout rang out.

Song Xianglan strode over and pulled Zhao Yuan behind her.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and slapped the arrogant blond man's face several times.

The crisp sound of a slap instantly silenced the entire restaurant.

"Who do you think you're boss to?" Song Xianglan pointed at the blond-haired man's nose and yelled, "Go stand on the main street right now and shout 'I'm the boss in Qingyang,' do you believe a brick on the side of the road could bury you?"

The blond-haired man was stunned by the slaps, and half of his face stung.

"You old hag, you dare hit me?"

"That's exactly the kind of scum you're going to beat up." Song Xianglan spat as she spoke. "You think you're something just because you've got a few bucks? What kind of skill is it to bully a little girl?"

Your father should have shot you to the ground back then. Such a show-off, does your family manufacture burlap sacks? Exposing you isn't fun, watching you act all high and mighty is disgusting. You're so great, you're number one, why the hell don't you fly a plane in the sea?

Huang Mao was scolded mercilessly and reached out to push Song Xianglan.

"You're asking for it."

Song Dong, Nie Xiaochuan, and Zhou Fang had already arrived.

Seeing that Huang Mao was about to make a move, Song Dong stepped forward, grabbed a beer bottle from the table, and smashed it on the empty chair next to him with a "bang," shattering glass shards all over the floor.

"My third aunt has a bad temper," Song Dong said, staring coldly at Huang Mao and his two accomplices. "If you're not happy about it, then you'd better keep it to yourselves."

Zhou Fang was seething with anger and just wanted to fight.

"If you want to fight, come out here. One-on-one or group fight, it's all fine."

Nie Xiaochuan, with an unfriendly expression, picked up an empty wine bottle and blocked the other side.

Upon seeing this, the two accomplices immediately backed down.

Huang Mao tried to fight back, but Song Xianglan grabbed a plate of food from the table and dumped it, along with the leftovers, on his head.

Soup dripped down his blond hair, making him look utterly disheveled.

"When I was slaughtering pigs, your father was still playing in the mud." Song Xianglan stood with her hands on her hips, her fighting spirit off the charts. "I'll make sure you can't go home. The animal world rejected you and squeezed you, you beast, into this place."

The blond-haired man was forced to retreat step by step as he was beaten.

They couldn't win an argument, and they didn't dare to hit him.

"Oh dear, calm down, calm down." The restaurant manager quickly rushed over to smooth things over, his face beaming with smiles. "The food is served, please return to your seat and eat it while it's hot."

The restaurant manager never expected the old woman to have an even more volatile temper than the young man.

"Eat my ass."

Song Xianglan turned her attention to the manager, pointing her finger at him and launching into a tirade, "When something goes wrong, all you do is push your employees to take the blame!"

This shop will be shut down sooner or later because of people like you.

Any employee who works for you is incredibly unlucky.

If you encounter a drunkard causing trouble in the future, will you push your employees out and cower like a coward yourself?

There are so many chefs in the kitchen, and the waiters are all young people. It would be so much easier to just throw them out if someone causes trouble.

The manager was verbally abused and his face was covered in spittle.

They didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Song Xianglan felt satisfied with her scolding.

Then he pulled Zhao Yuan, who had been standing there in a daze, over.

"I remember you, I know your adoptive father." Song Xianglan stared into her eyes. "Shouldn't you be in school at your age? What are you doing here waiting tables?"

"You...you know my dad?" Zhao Yuan was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Song Xianglan took her hand and turned to face the crowd of onlookers in the restaurant.

"Everyone, take a look. This child's biological father was a martyr who sacrificed his life while aiding Vietnam. Her adoptive father was also a hero who was discharged due to injury."

The descendants of heroes grow up to be bullied here and forced to kneel.

If those heroes who sacrificed their lives for their country knew this, could they rest in peace? We cannot stand by and watch the bloodline of heroes be bullied.

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Everyone's gaze changed, their eyes filled with contempt and anger as they looked at the yellow-haired man's table.

The three men with yellow hair felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

"Let's quit this job." Song Xianglan pulled Zhao Yuan towards her table. "Come with me, let's eat at my table."

Zhao Yuan was being pulled along, but hesitated slightly.

"Auntie, I...I can't leave."

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was trembling with tears, "I need this pay..."

"Tell me if you need money."

"No." Zhao Yuan shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face. "My dad... my dad was hit by a car on Qingyang Street a few days ago. The person was riding a bicycle, and after hitting him, they cursed at my dad and ran away. My dad is still in the hospital, waiting for money for surgery."

She added in a low voice:

"For years, my dad has carried his barber's pole around every year, saying he must find the person who helped him at the city's People's Hospital a few years ago and repay their kindness in person..."

Song Xianglan's heart clenched painfully.

She never expected that her unintentional act of kindness back then would lead to this.

This incident kept the father and daughter thinking about it for several years.

She immediately turned to Nie Xiaochuan and said, "Xiaochuan, go to the hospital now. Pay the money first, and her father will have surgery immediately."

"Okay." Nie Xiaochuan asked Zhao Yuan's father's name and rushed back to the hospital.

Song Xianglan then took Zhao Yuan's hand again and pressed her down into the chair next to her.

"Sit down and eat first. No matter how important the matter is, we can talk about it after we've eaten."

Zhao Yuan... "Auntie, my father has savings, but he refuses to use them for himself. He says he wants to repay the money that saved his life."