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

Zhao Yuan shrank back, not daring to reply.

Seeing that she was scared, the man with yellow teeth took advantage of the situation and moved closer.

"Ah Yuan, don't take what my mom said to heart last time. She's all bark and no bite. You'll see how good she is once you've lived with us longer. Let me tell you, I'm really good to you..."

Zhao Yuan was frightened by what she heard, and also afraid that Song Xianglan would think she was immoral.

She hurriedly defended herself, "I don't need to know how good your mother is. Stay away from me."

"Ah Yuan, you're living in my house." The man with yellow teeth thought that if a drifting woman like Zhao Yuan met a city guy like him, she would definitely throw herself into his arms and ask for a hug.

A woman's apparent refusal is merely a facade of modesty.

I've heard that when a woman says no, she actually means yes; to put it more bluntly, she just wants you to hug her.

Song Xianglan, who was listening nearby, felt nauseous.

She lifted her foot and took off her cloth shoes.

The man with the yellow teeth was still lost in his own words. "Ah Yuan, I know you're just saying that, you like me and you're infatuated with me. The last time you smiled at me, I was completely bewitched by your smile."

"Smack."

Song Xianglan took the sole of her shoe and slapped the yellow-toothed man directly in the mouth.

The force was so great that it made the yellow-toothed man stagger.

"What the hell are you doing?" the yellow-toothed man screamed, covering his mouth.

"You can't feed a dog too much, and you can't be too nice to a person." Song Xianglan pointed at him with the sole of her shoe, "What nonsense about a sharp tongue but a soft heart. A sharp tongue is a sharp heart."

Look at you, acting like a wildcat in heat. If you can't chase women, just drown yourself in your own pee, don't be disgusting. If someone smiles at you, it's because they're seducing you, you ordinary, confident idiot.

The man with yellow teeth glared, his eyes wide, and pointed at Song Xianglan, shouting:

"Who do you think you are, you old hag? How dare you hit me?"

"I am someone your ancestors for eighteen generations have looked up to." Song Xianglan pushed Zhao Yuan back into the house. "Go inside."

Song Xianglan turned around and closed the door, leaving the man with yellow teeth outside.

Immediately, the sound of kicking the door and shouting curses came from outside.

"You bitches. This is my house, you better get out here right now!"

"I'll give this filthy doghouse back to you in a bit," Song Xianglan shouted at the door. "Yellow teeth, stinky breath, rusty armpits, even stinky tofu smells better than you. Your mouth smells like it's been through the wringer."

"Young man, don't blame me for being blunt. You look crooked and dull, like a failed ape that hasn't evolved properly and has reverted to its ancestral form. You have no spirit at all. To be honest, anyone you could pick up with their eyes closed on the street would be better than you."

The yellow-toothed man outside was yelling angrily.

The room was dimly lit.

It smells musty.

Zhao Yuan's face turned pale. She quickly walked to the bottom of the bed and dragged out a tattered woven bag.

The clothes in the bag were rummaged through and made a mess.

"Have they come in and looked around?" Song Xianglan glanced at the messy bed.

Zhao Yuan's eyes reddened.

"It's definitely been tampered with. My clothes weren't left like this before I left. They just come and go as they please, saying that the house is theirs and they have the right to come in whenever they want."

"My dad doesn't dare come in when he's home."

She hurriedly ran to the corner and grabbed a pair of dirty, worn-out canvas shoes. The shoes reeked of stench, and Zhao Yuan didn't hesitate to reach under the insole and pull out a plastic bag.

Upon opening it, I found a tightly rolled stack of banknotes inside.

Zhao Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief. "Luckily, my dad said money should be hidden in the dirtiest place. He hasn't washed these shoes in six months; those people didn't touch them because they smelled bad."

"Pack your things, let's leave right away," Song Xianglan urged.

Zhao Yuan quickly packed up their daily necessities, clothes, and Zhao Shengli's hair-shaving supplies.

Two snakeskin bags contained all their belongings.

Song Xianglan opened the door.

The man with the yellow teeth was still blocking the doorway. Seeing Zhao Yuan carrying her luggage, he became enraged. "So, you think you can just run away? We kindly took you and your daughter in, and you're leaving without even a thank you? Dream on!"

"We paid them," Zhao Yuan shouted from behind Song Xianglan. "We paid them five yuan for ten days."

Song Xianglan's eyes turned cold. Five yuan for ten days?

The current rate is only five or six yuan a month.

This is clearly bullying people from out of town.

Song Xianglan stepped forward, raised her hand, and gave the yellow-toothed man two hard knocks on the forehead.

"Ouch!" The man with yellow teeth clutched his head in pain.

"Five yuan for ten days? Is your shabby house made of gold?" Song Xianglan sneered. "This is robbery. You clearly took advantage of the fact that they are outsiders and easy to bully. You ripped them off and then have the nerve to say you'd take them in? I'm not taking you in at all."

"They have legs, they can leave whenever they want. Who do you think you are, spouting nonsense here?"

The man with yellow teeth wanted to fight back.

Song Xianglan kicked him in the knee.

The man with yellow teeth knelt down with a thud.

"Let's go." Song Xianglan pulled Zhao Yuan up and strode out of the courtyard.

The yellow-toothed man struggled to his feet and cursed at their retreating backs. "You ungrateful brat! If it weren't for your crippled father being so fierce, I would have taken care of you already."

Song Xianglan turned around abruptly.

The man with yellow teeth shrank back in fright and quickly crawled back into the house and locked the door.

Zhao Yuan's face turned deathly pale.

Song Xianglan was about to turn around and beat up the man with the yellow teeth when Zhao Yuan stopped her. "Auntie, I won't come back here again. Let's go."

Zhao Yuan is timid and afraid of getting into trouble.

Song Xianglan sighed.

The two walked to the main road, where Song Xianglan hailed a tricycle and went directly back to the county hospital.

Back in the ward.

Zhao Yuan handed the plastic bag in her hand to Zhao Shengli.

Zhao Shengli placed the plastic bag on his lap and unwrapped it layer by layer, revealing neatly arranged banknotes inside.

There are ten-yuan notes, five-yuan notes, and one-yuan and two-yuan notes.

There were even some that cost one or five cents.

One-cent, two-cent, and five-cent coins.

Zhao Shengli pushed all the money in front of Song Xianglan.

"My benefactor." Zhao Shengli's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion. "Along the way, we did any job that could earn money, no matter how dirty or tiring. I shaved heads, and she sold poria cocos cakes. We saved over six hundred yuan. We were saving it to pay you back."

Song Xianglan looked at the stack of money but did not take it.

Zhao Yuan wiped away her tears. "Auntie, this money isn't much, but we'll earn more in the future. As long as my dad's leg gets better, we'll be able to earn money again."

Song Xianglan sighed and reached out to take the money.

"I'll take the money." Song Xianglan put the money in her pocket. "I've already canceled the lease on the place you rented. After you're discharged from the hospital, come directly to Xiaoquan Village to find me. I'll arrange some work for you. Comrade Zhao, you should also consider Zhao Yuan's future."

"She's a girl, and she'll eventually need to settle down. There are a lot of veterans in my factory, you two will definitely get along."

Zhao Shengli's lips trembled with excitement. "Thank you, my benefactor. You're right, Yuanyuan and I have suffered so much."

Tears welled up in Zhao Yuan's eyes. "Dad, it's not like that. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this world anymore. My grandma and the others didn't want me at all, just because I'm a girl with poor health."

"You are Daddy's angel."

Song Xianglan hugged Zhao Yuan affectionately, "Your father's leg also needs rest, so don't run around so much anymore. I don't need reliable people like you to help me out. It'll save me from being distracted all the time."

"Okay. Aunt Song, we'll go there as soon as we're discharged from the hospital."

"Alright, go and rest." Song Xianglan then said that Chunxia had come over, and she would go see what the doctor said.

At the end of the corridor, Nie Xiaochuan was helping Chunxia walk slowly towards them.

Song Xiangmei followed behind, her face still deathly pale.

"Third Aunt." Chunxia pouted, looking aggrieved, as soon as she saw Song Xianglan. "Xiao Chuan insisted on bringing me to the hospital. The doctor just scolded me and drew several vials of blood from me. It hurt so much."

The draft in the county hospital corridor made people feel cold.

Song Xianglan stared at Chunxia's swollen face. "Look at yourself now, how do you look like a normal pregnant woman? You're only six months along, there are still several months to go, you must listen to the doctor."

"Your mother-in-law and Xiaochuan bear a great deal of responsibility."

Chunxia kept her head down and remained silent, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes.

Half an hour passed.

Chunxia looked up at Nie Xiaochuan with a pitiful expression. "Xiaochuan, I want to eat the gua bao from that shop on the corner, and two fried dough sticks too."

Nie Xiaochuan's brows furrowed into a knot.

"The doctor just drew blood, and you still want to eat that greasy stuff? That stuff isn't good for you."

"I'm really hungry." Chunxia pouted, tears welling up in her eyes. "My stomach feels empty and uncomfortable. I feel like eating when I'm nervous, and besides, it's your son who wants to eat."

Song Xianglan pointed to the outside of the corridor.

"Xiao Chuan, go to the market outside, buy two cucumbers and a few tomatoes, wash them and bring them back."

"Third Aunt," Chunxia cried, tugging at Song Xianglan's sleeve, "the baby in my belly wants to eat gua bao (steamed buns), what good will eating just cucumbers and tomatoes do?"