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

Song Xianglan laughed heartily at the sight, and even ate a few more bites of food.

The elderly couple from the Shen family were still bickering.

"Alright, alright," Song Xianglan waved her hand to interrupt them. "Old Shen can go if he wants. It'll be good to have another man around."

Mr. Shen immediately sat up straight and gave Mrs. Shen a smug look.

"But let's get this straight first." Song Xianglan stopped laughing and pointed to Shen's father's silk shirt. "You can go, but you absolutely can't go dressed like this. It looks like you're going to some kind of ball."

"Then what should you wear?" Mr. Shen looked down at himself. "This is normal."

"Normal my foot. If you dress so stylishly and go into the alleys of an urban village, it's like you have 'Come and rob me if you're stupid and rich' written on your forehead. Every thug will be eyeing you as soon as you walk in."

Song Xianglan bluntly set the rules: "Tomorrow, wear your most tattered old man's shirt, a pair of baggy shorts, and flip-flops. Don't mess up your hair either; the more casual, the better."

Mr. Shen was stunned, his old face turning red.

He's lived most of his life; when has he ever gone out in flip-flops?

"You don't want to?" Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow. "If you don't want to, then you stay home and look after Fubao and Youbao. We'll go by ourselves."

"Who says I don't want to?" Mr. Shen gritted his teeth. "An old man's shirt, huh? I have one too."

He stood up, grabbed Shen's mother's arm, and pulled her into the house. "Come in with me and find some clothes. Where did you put that faded undershirt?"

"Hey, hey, don't pull me! I haven't finished eating yet!" Shen's mother stumbled as he pulled her.

"Why are you even eating? Hurry up and find it so I can wear a straw hat. I need to wear a hat even if I'm not doing my hair."

The two dragged each other into the house.

Even through the door, you could hear Shen's mother complaining.

The table is finally quiet.

Shen Huijun smiled and shook her head, "This is going to be quite a hassle."

Song Xianglan picked up the cooled red bean paste beside her and took a sip. The sweetness of the yellow rock sugar was just right.

Once the photos are taken, the real drama begins.

It was past 10 p.m.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway flickered on and off.

Song Qiang, his tie tugged, staggered upstairs.

His body reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

He had just taken out his keys to open the door when the two doors next to him opened almost simultaneously.

Yang Liu, holding a blue and white porcelain bowl, stepped across the doorway to block the view.

On the other side, Lin Xueer, wearing a burgundy silk slip dress and high heels, instantly masked the musty smell in the hallway with her perfume. She leaned to one side, one shoulder numbly resting on Song Qiang's arm.

He kept squeezing Song Qiang's arm, letting the warmth pass through his clothes.

"Oh, what's with you dressed like this in the middle of the night, trying to summon a spirit?" Yang Liu looked Lin Xue'er up and down and sneered.

This woman's only knowledge is wearing two straps all day long.

The sound of the large water bag being shaken was so loud it gave you goosebumps.

Lin Xue'er ignored her, looked up at Song Qiang, and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Brother Qiang, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you here for almost half an hour."

Yang Liu, holding the bowl, rammed her hip hard into Song Qiang.

He bumped Lin Xueer away by half a step.

"Drink, drink, drink! You might as well die out there." Yang Liu shoved the bowl forward. "Judging by your bruised and bloodshot eyes, I know you've been completely drained. This is ginseng and pork rib stew, it's good for clearing heat and detoxifying. Drink it now and go back to sleep."

Song Qiang rubbed his throbbing temples. "What are you drinking soup for in the middle of the night? Take it away, take it away."

"Fine, don't drink it then."

Yang Liu held her bowl without moving. "I'm just reminding you, those beautiful snakes outside are incredibly venomous. If you get stung, it'll cost you tens of thousands of yuan to recover. Don't let them take all your money for your coffin."

"You have elderly parents and young children to care for. It doesn't matter if you die. Don't let the elderly and children suffer."

Yangliu Shop is bustling with people from all walks of life every day.

She already knew all about it.

If Song Qiang were to actually marry Lin Xueer, half of his current wealth would have to be given to Lin Xueer as marital property.

Only the remaining half is left for the girls to compete with Lin Xue'er and that Zongzong for a little bit.

She no longer cares about Song Qiang.

She earns more in a month running her roast meat shop than she used to in a whole year.

But she just couldn't swallow her anger.

Why should she, who endured hardship and toil with Song Qiang all those years ago, have to hand over the empire she finally built to an outsider and that little bastard?

As long as she's stuck in traffic here every day.

Song Qiang can forget about having a peaceful life.

He cannot marry another woman.

Lin Xue'er's face darkened. "Yang Liu, who are you calling names? Watch your mouth. You're a divorced woman, blocking your ex-husband's door every day, have you no shame?"

"This is my home. I can stand wherever I want."

Yang Liu rolled her eyes. "But you, Third Sister, who hasn't even secured a proper title, are practically begging to be with a man. Do you really think that giving birth to a boy will make you a mother of high status?"

"You're just a tool for having children, at most a mistress."

Lin Xue'er bit her lip, and her eyes immediately reddened.

She turned and hugged Song Qiang's arm, shaking it twice.

"Brother Qiang, look what she said about me having no official status. I'm so upset today, and she's still making up stories about me like this." Lin Xue'er sniffled, her voice trembling with tears. "Zongzong came home today and cried for a long time in his room. He was bullied at school."

Song Qiang was caught in the middle and had a terrible headache.

Upon hearing this, the effects of the alcohol immediately subsided by half.

"Zongzong was bullied? What happened?" Song Qiang pushed the bowl out of Yang Liu's hand.

The pork rib soup spilled out and landed on Yang Liu's hand.

It was so hot that she shivered.

"Who dares to bully my son?" Song Qiang raised his voice.

"Come in first. I'll tell you slowly once you're inside." Lin Xue'er took the key from Song Qiang's hand, inserted it into the lock, and turned the door open with a "click."

Song Qiang didn't even think about it.

They followed Lin Xue'er into the house.

Before entering, Lin Xue'er stopped and glanced back at Yang Liu.

That look in his eyes was full of provocation and smugness.

The meaning was clear: You think you can compete with me? You're old and faded, you have no figure, no face. Most importantly, you can't have a son.

Whenever I mention my son, Song Qiang's heart follows me obediently.

With a "bang".

The security door slammed shut in front of Yang Liu.

Yang Liu was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.

She held the bowl, stared at the tightly closed door, and spat out a mouthful of bitter spit.

"You two are a pair of adulterers. You bastard, Song Qiang, you're a complete scoundrel. Lin Xue'er, you shameless vixen." Yang Liu turned and went back to her room, kicking the door shut.

Inside the house, Yifeng was sitting at the dining table writing an exam paper.

Her college entrance exam results this year are not expected to be ideal.

The foundation is too poor.

She decided to repeat a year of high school.

Seeing Yang Liu storm in, Yi Feng put down her pen.

"You couldn't stop them again?" Yi Feng asked calmly.

"That bastard of a father of yours." Yang Liu slammed the bowl down on the table, spilling a lot of soup. "He promised me he would never marry Lin Xue'er when we got divorced."

Look at the state he's in now. He's completely bewitched by that vixen. I bet he'll marry Lin Xue'er sooner or later.

Yang Liu pulled out a chair and sat down, her chest heaving violently.

"When Lin Xue'er mentioned that that little bastard was being bullied at school, your father was completely smitten. He's so biased."

Yang Liu felt an indescribable sadness.

She blew her nose. Her eyes were red.

Yi Feng looked at the bowl of untouched pork rib soup on the table.

"Mom, what's the use of getting angry? If Dad really wanted to marry her, he wouldn't hear you cursing here." Yifeng picked up the blue-and-white porcelain bowl. "I'll go."

"Where are you going?" Yang Liu grabbed her arm. "You should go back to your book. Don't meddle in these adult matters."

"How can this be a matter for you adults?" Yi Feng brushed Yang Liu's hand away. "That's my father. I have a share of his money. It can't all go to that bastard."