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

Mr. Shen ran off to the photo studio on the street corner.

I paid five yuan for express service and asked the shopkeeper to print all the photos before 1 p.m.

Not long after I got home, the gate to the yard was pushed open with a loud bang.

Shen Huijun rushed in.

"Mom, where did you go this morning?" Shen Huijun didn't even put down her bag. "Xiang Dong's secretary just called my workplace and said you were arrested by the community security team in the urban village. Were you treated unfairly?"

"I wasn't wronged, but I was disgusted."

Song Xianglan plopped down in the rattan chair. "Those members of the joint defense team are utterly inhuman. They grab those young people who come from other places to work, and stuff them into the bread cart. The way they do it, you'd think they were arresting wanted criminals."

Shen Huijun sighed:

"Shenzhen has always been strict about checking temporary residence permits, especially in urban villages. You should avoid those places in the future."

Song Xianglan: "Huijun, I'll talk to Xiangdong about this when he gets back tonight. Checking temporary residence permits is fine, but we can't use that as an excuse to do something reckless."

Those who couldn't afford the permits were all taken to the shelter to do hard labor, both men and women.

What good will it do for a girl to be sent there? This is simply a sin. Can't we learn from the parent-child triangle approach?

Shen Huijun nodded.

"Xiang Dong was parachuted in here, and there are a lot of local bullies around. These things aren't his responsibility, but he can offer his opinions. Mom, I'll find someone to get you a temporary residence permit so you don't run into this kind of trouble again."

"I'll do it," Song Xianglan readily agreed.

After realizing it, I felt a little sad.

Xiang Dong has an upright temperament.

Without any powerful backing, their arrival must have faced numerous obstacles.

……

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Mr. Shen went to the photo studio right on time.

He came back with a thick stack of photos and spread them out on the coffee table.

"Look, look," Mr. Shen said proudly. "The photo is very clear."

Song Xianglan and Shen's mother went over.

The first few pictures are close-ups of the gaunt Lin Ximei covered in injuries, while later on, the scene of the chubby boy beating someone is clearly captured.

Song Xianglan picked up one of the photos, which had been enlarged to show the chubby boy's face, and suddenly raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, look," Song Xianglan pointed at the chubby boy's face, "doesn't this kid look familiar?"

After putting on her reading glasses, Shen's mother looked closely for a long time. "Hiss... isn't this Lin Xue'er's precious son, Zongzong? The two of them look so alike."

A cold smile tugged at the corner of Song Xianglan's mouth.

Mr. Shen was stunned. "They look so alike, even their protruding ears are exactly the same."

"It's more than just a resemblance." Song Xianglan sneered. "Song Qiang's own daughter gets beaten and scolded every day in the urban village. Meanwhile, that fat boy from the Lin family is living the life of a young master at Song Qiang's place. What a clever switcheroo!"

"Song Qiang is raising someone else's son. He'll be furious if he finds out." Shen's mother took off her reading glasses.

"you do not say."

Song Xianglan took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer and quickly wrote a line of text.

"If you are destined to have no children, don't force it. The real show is yet to come, with the substitution of the prince by a cat." The Lin family's detailed address was attached below.

She stuffed the letter along with the photos into a brown paper envelope.

Seal the opening.

"Let's go, let's deliver a big gift to Boss Song."

Half an hour later.

The three appeared downstairs at Song Qiang's customs brokerage.

Mr. Shen changed his shorts into suit pants, tucked his shirt in neatly, and even applied hair wax to his hair.

He took the envelope, pushed open the door of the customs brokerage, and walked to the front desk.

"Please hand this to your boss, Mr. Song, personally. Just say it's a gift from an old friend." Mr. Shen spoke with a strong Shanghai accent, his manner impeccable, befitting a wealthy old tycoon.

The receptionist looked at the distinguished-looking old gentleman and said, "Yes, sir, Mr. Song is in his office right now."

After delivering the letter, Shen's father...

He slipped out the door without looking back.

In the dessert shop on the opposite street corner.

Song Xianglan and the other two each ordered a bowl of sweet soup, their eyes fixed on the glass window on the second floor of the customs brokerage.

Song Qiang leaned back in his leather chair.

Pinching the bridge of his nose.

The receptionist knocked on the door and came in, handing over a brown envelope.

"Mr. Song, this is from an elderly gentleman."

Song Qiang casually tore open the envelope and poured out its contents.

Several photos and a piece of letter paper lay on the mahogany desk.

Song Qiang glanced at the letter casually.

The phrase "If you are destined to have no children, do not force it" is particularly jarring.

"Who's so bored?" Song Qiang muttered coldly.

His gaze shifted to the first photograph.

The little boy in the photo has a fierce face and is swearing arrogantly.

Song Qiang's first reaction was to be furious.

Has Zongzong gotten into trouble again? But the background looks dilapidated; it's definitely not near their home.

He picked up the photo and examined it carefully.

Lin Xueer's nephew, Aimin.

Song Qiang then looked at the thin little girl next to him.

Although it was filthy, its outline seemed strangely familiar to him.

He grabbed the letter, his eyes fixed on the five characters "The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat" and the address of Xiasha Village.

My mind exploded with a "boom".

Over the years, Zongzong's temperament, personality, and appearance have not resembled his father at all. Instead, he looks just like Lin Xueer's idle older brother.

He always assumed that his nephew resembled his uncle and never considered other possibilities.

Could it be that Zongzong really isn't his son?

Song Qiang felt his blood run cold and his hands trembled with anger.

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to tip over.

The tea soaked the document.

No, we can't let a few photos throw us into a panic.

But the face is too similar; it can't possibly be a coincidence.

He grabbed the car keys and the photo, and flung open the office door.

"Mr. Song, the meeting this afternoon..." the secretary greeted him.

"Cancel." Song Qiang rushed out of the customs brokerage without looking back, and sped off on his motorcycle.

In the dessert shop, Song Xianglan watched Song Qiang's car drive away and put down her spoon.

"It's working." Song Xianglan stood up. "Let's go find Yang Liu."

The three of them hailed a tricycle.

We headed straight to Yangliu's roast meat shop.

There weren't many customers in the shop in the afternoon.

Yang Liu was wiping the table with a rag.

"Yang Liu, I'm going to tell you some juicy gossip. Buckle up." Song Xianglan spoke very quickly, recounting what happened, the photos, and the anonymous letter she had just delivered in a rapid-fire manner.

Yang Liu listened.

He stood there, mouth agape, stunned for a long time.

Zongzong, whom Lin Xueer brought, was not Song Qiang's child at all.

Is it a fake?

Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it like this.

Song Xianglan waved her hand in front of her eyes, "Yang Liu, are you stupid?"

Yang Liu's eyes reddened, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

"Won't Yifeng's father be able to handle it?" Yang Liu grabbed Song Xianglan's arm. "Won't he do something foolish?"

Song Xianglan's smile froze instantly.

She stared at Yang Liu in disbelief, as if she were looking at a monster.

"No way, Yang Liu, are you out of your mind?" Song Xianglan shoved her hand away. "How decisive was Song Qiang when he abandoned his wife and daughter to divorce you? Now that he's been deceived, you're actually feeling sorry for him?"

Yang Liu cried even harder.

"I just think...this is too cruel."

She lost her marriage.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes and turned to Shen's mother, saying, "If I were her, I'd buy two strings of firecrackers and set them off at Song Qiang's door right now."

Song Xianglan deeply reflected on whether she had been too fierce.

After thinking about it, I realized that being a villain is still the most fun.

I'd rather let others succeed than let myself be heartbroken.

"Alright, stop crying," Song Xianglan urged impatiently. "Hurry up and go home."

Yang Liu instructed the shop assistant to watch the store, then took her bag and walked out.

"Auntie," Yang Liu turned to Shen's mother, "Sanfeng and Sifeng just finished their exams and are on holiday, and Xiaowu is at home too. Could you help me take them away? I'm afraid they'll start arguing and scare the children."

"Okay," Mrs. Shen readily agreed. "I'll let them come to my house to play with Fu Bao."

Yang Liu went home first.

He left Yifeng in the house and went next door to call Sifeng and Xiaowu out.

The children happily followed Mr. Shen away in the car.

Shen's mother didn't actually want to leave; she wanted to stay and watch the excitement. However, because she had to take care of her child, she could only follow along with a look of regret.

The corridor fell silent.

Just as Yang Liu was about to close the door, the door across the hall opened with a "click".

Lin Xue'er swayed her hips as she walked out and leaned against the door frame.

"Oh, what's all this fuss about, picking them up and dropping them off?" Lin Xue'er glanced at Yang Liu. "If I were you, I would have taken these kids back to my hometown long ago. You've got some nerve."

Yang Liu gripped the doorknob and stopped.

Normally, when faced with such mockery, Yang Liu would at most roll her eyes and exchange a few curses in return.

But today, Yang Liu felt a lump in her throat.

The thought that Song Qiang had been completely manipulated by this vicious woman, all thanks to her, made her furious.

"You're like a frog with two eggs hanging under your eyebrows, all you do is blink but you can't see. You're like a skinned toad, annoying when alive, and scary when dead."

"You're like a mongrel burping, you've eaten too much shit, haven't you? A haggard old woman like you still dares to talk big here, if I don't give you a way out, you don't even have the right to kneel down."

"Say it again." Yang Liu turned around and stared intently at Lin Xue'er.

"I'd say you're a haggard old woman," Lin Xue'er scoffed.

"what……"

With a howl, Yang Liu charged forward.

"Slap." A loud slap landed heavily on Lin Xue'er's face.

"You dare hit me?" Lin Xue'er screamed and reached out to grab Yang Liu.

Yang Liu grabbed Lin Xue'er's hair and pulled it down forcefully.

"I'm hitting you!" Yang Liu cursed. "You're not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl anymore, you're a damn old hag."

"You vicious woman, do you think you can become a phoenix by shaving your head and swaying your hips? You're just a fucking pheasant."

The two immediately started fighting.

Lin Xueer usually only focuses on playing cards and maintaining her health, and is no match for Yang Liu, who is used to doing manual labor.

Yang Liu grabbed Lin Xue'er's clothes and attacked her from both sides.

"Help! Murder!" Lin Xue'er screamed repeatedly, struggling with her hands and feet.

The commotion across the hall was too loud, so Yifeng came out of her house.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the door, coldly watching the chaotic fight in the corridor.