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

Yifeng, carrying the soup, opened the door and went out.

She walked to the opposite door and raised her hand to knock.

"Knock knock knock".

The sound of slippers slid in from inside the door came through.

The door opened a crack, revealing Zongzong's chubby, oily face.

He was about to yell at whoever was knocking on the door in the middle of the night when he looked up and met Yi Feng's sinister eyes, and the curse he was about to utter was swallowed back down.

He took a half step back, watching Yi Feng warily.

"Where's Dad?"

Yi Feng held a bowl in one hand and pushed the door open by placing the other hand on the door frame.

Zongzong swallowed hard. "He's in the study with my mother."

Yifeng went in and placed the soup bowl on the shoe cabinet.

She looked down at Zongzong, who only reached her waist.

"I heard you've been bullying others at school." Yi Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. "Zong Zong, I'm warning you. You'd better keep a low profile at school, behave yourself, and don't cause trouble."

Otherwise, your mom will always use you as an excuse to get close to Dad. When Dad gets annoyed, he'll pass the responsibility of disciplining you onto me.

Zongzong stiffened his neck.

"My dad would never let you take care of me. My dad loves me the most."

"Is that so?" Yi Feng squatted down, looking directly into his eyes. "You should discipline your younger brother as soon as possible. If you fell into my hands, I wouldn't be able to hold back from beating you. Who told you to have such a tattletale mother?"

Zongzong was so angry that his eyes almost popped out.

He clenched his fists. "If you bully me, I'm going to tell on you too."

Yi Feng didn't stop him, her gaze drifting lightly towards the tightly closed study door.

She suddenly reached out and touched Zongzong's head.

Zongzong tried to dodge, but Yifeng grabbed her shoulder.

"Actually, it's not entirely your mother's fault for tattlering," Yifeng explained with a smile. "Your mother is quite pitiful. Your maternal grandmother and your idle uncle, that whole family depends on your mother to bring money back to support them."

Zongzong was stunned.

I didn't understand what Yifeng meant.

Yifeng continued to embellish the story, "Think about it, your mother will get old sooner or later. When she gets old, and Dad stops giving her money, won't the responsibility of earning money for your grandmother and uncle fall entirely on your shoulders?"

"The money that should have been yours was all spent by your uncle. I heard your uncle is a gambling addict."

Zongzong got anxious.

"My uncle is very good to me, and my grandmother is good to me too. They both love me."

Yi Feng rolled her eyes, her tone full of mockery:

"Silly brother. Where money is, there is love. Use your pig brain and think about it: every time they see you, are they giving you money to buy things, or are they taking Dad's money from your mother?"

Zongzong opened his mouth.

He couldn't utter a word.

Every time my maternal grandmother came, she would complain to my mother about how my cousin needed to go to school and how my paternal cousin needed to drink milk powder.

My younger cousins ​​want new clothes.

"Where did your uncle get the money to buy the motorcycle? Where did he get the money to gamble? Where did your cousins ​​get the money they spent?" Yifeng patted his chubby face. "Don't you know? Do they love you, or do they love you so they can get money from Dad?"

Zongzong's nostrils twitched, and her eyes instantly reddened.

The child is bossy.

It's human nature to protect food and money.

Yi Feng's words struck him deeply.

"I'm your own sister, of course I love you." Yifeng stood up. "As for whether your uncle and grandmother love you or your money, I don't know. Think about it yourself."

Zongzong stood there, like a deflated balloon.

My mind is filled with the image of my uncle taking away a thick wad of cash last time.

Yi Feng ignored him.

He waved to Xiao Wu in the bedroom.

"Xiao Wu, come here."

Xiao Wu was sitting on the ground playing with his dolls.

Hearing his older sister call, he immediately dropped what he was holding and ran over.

This little girl is the youngest of Song Qiang's daughters.

She was clever-looking, had a sweet tongue, and felt a natural affinity for Song Qiang.

In Song Qiang's mind, Xiao Wu's position was even more secure than Zong Zong's.

Zongzong was favored because he was a son who could carry on the family line.

But Xiao Wu was favored precisely because she was Xiao Wu.

Yi Feng squatted down and whispered in Xiao Wu's ear.

"Xiao Wu, go inside and find your dad later. Aunt Lin is definitely complaining. You know what to say, right?"

Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes and nodded emphatically.

"Go."

Yi Feng pushed Xiao Wu towards Song Qiang's house.

Xiao Wu went straight to the study.

She turned the doorknob and poked half her head in.

In the study, Song Qiang sat in the boss's chair.

Lin Xue'er was bent over, half-lying on the desk, her chest faintly visible to Song Qiang.

"Dad," Xiao Wu called out crisply.

Song Qiang turned his head, his tense expression easing considerably. "Xiao Wu, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Xiao Wu pushed open the door and went in, bypassing Lin Xue'er, and climbed onto Song Qiang's legs using both hands and feet.

She skillfully wrapped her arms around Song Qiang's neck and pressed her face against his shoulder.

"Daddy, I don't want to sleep. I want to stay in your arms for a while," Xiao Wu said softly. "I'll just snuggle up here quietly and won't disturb you and Aunt Lin."

Song Qiang felt completely comforted by his daughter's sweet words.

He reached out and patted Xiao Wu on the back. "Okay, stay here. Daddy will hold you."

"Don't you mind the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on Daddy?"

Xiao Wu kissed his cheek tenderly, "Dad smells like Dad, the smell of you working hard to earn money."

Song Qiang was deeply moved; only Xiao Wu understood him.

Lin Xueer stood to the side, her face almost turning green.

She finally managed to get Song Qiang into the house, and just as she was getting into the mood, her shoulder strap slipped down, and her skirt hadn't even been lifted yet.

That brat came in and ruined everything.

But she couldn't lash out in front of Song Qiang.

Lin Xueer could only manage a couple of dry laughs to forcefully steer the conversation back on track.

"Brother Qiang, let me continue telling you about Zongzong. Today, the school teacher called and said that Zongzong was being bullied by older kids in his class. Those kids ganged up on him because he's dressed well. And the teacher isn't doing anything about it..."

"Aunt Lin."

Xiao Wu suddenly lifted his head from Song Qiang's arms and looked at Lin Xue'er with a pair of innocent big eyes.

"Zongzong wasn't bullied by the older students," Xiao Wu said in a clear voice. "After school today, I overheard his classmates talking about it. It was Zongzong who gave their teacher, Mr. Wang, an nasty nickname. Mr. Wang criticized him a couple of times, and Zongzong took off his pants and peed on the teacher."

Lin Xue'er's face stiffened.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What does a child know?"

Xiao Wu completely ignored her.

She continued to complain to Song Qiang.

"Dad, Zongzong is so fierce. He even stood on the desk, pointed at Teacher Wang's nose, and cursed that Dad is the worst and most terrifying villain in the world. He said that if the teacher dares to say anything to him again, he will have his dad take a gun and shoot the teacher to death."

Song Qiang's hand, which was on Xiao Wu's back, suddenly froze.

The air in the study seemed to freeze instantly.

"Aunt Lin, Zongzong is wrong to say that. The teacher was so upset that she cried."

Xiao Wu tilted her head and said, "Dad isn't a bad person. Dad is the best. I even wrote an essay about my dad, which was read aloud on the school radio. All my classmates envy me for having such a good dad."

Song Qiang's face visibly darkened.

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

What is the worst person?

What does it mean to be shot to death?

There's a crackdown going on everywhere right now; if you make even the slightest mistake, you'll end up working on a sewing machine or even being punished.

Song Qiang does business outside, but he always acts like a pushover.

His own son was loudly proclaiming at school that he was a gang leader.

This is ridiculous!

"Brother Qiang... don't listen to the kids' nonsense." Lin Xue'er panicked and quickly stepped forward to explain, "Zongzong definitely didn't say such a thing. It must be other kids who are jealous of him and made it up on purpose."

"Making fun of him? You mean Xiao Wu made fun of him? My Xiao Wu never lies." Song Qiang put Xiao Wu on the ground.

He strode to the study door and yanked it open.

In the living room.

Zongzong was still in a daze.

"Song Zongzong, get over here!" Song Qiang roared, making the windowpane vibrate.

Zongzong trembled with fear.

She burst into tears with a loud "waaaaa".

Lin Xue'er was so anxious that she stamped her feet and rushed over to hug her son. "Brother Qiang, why are you getting so angry at the child? He's still just a child who doesn't understand anything."

"You little brat, all you do is cause trouble for me outside." Song Qiang pointed at Zongzong's nose. "What did you say to your teachers at school? How have I taught you? I told you not to bully people outside, but you just ignored me, didn't you?"

"You even dare to curse at teachers. I'm scared of elementary school teachers now."

Xiao Wu stood at the door of the study.

Watching the mother and son in such a chaotic state, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards almost imperceptibly.

She turned around and strode back to her room with her short legs.

In the living room, Song Qiang's cursing and Zongzong's wailing filled the air.

Lin Xueer's wishful thinking was completely shattered tonight.