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

"Yang Liu, pull her hair. Press it down." Song Xianglan stood at the door, arms crossed in front of her chest, giving loud instructions.

The Li family across the street and Sister Wang next door both opened their doors.

Sister Wang carried an enamel basin with half a sliced ​​red-fleshed watermelon at the bottom, and also moved a small stool to sit by the door.

"Aunt Song, would you like a piece?" Sister Wang used the tip of her knife to pick up the largest piece and handed it over.

"Have a slice. Thanks." Song Xianglan took the watermelon and took a bite; the flesh was indeed crisp and sweet.

In the corridor, Yang Liu and Lin Xue'er rolled around in a ball.

Lin Xueer's skirt was torn in half, and her hair was a mess of tangled weeds.

Yang Liu usually appears quiet and reserved, but when she gets going, every move she makes is deadly.

She pinned Lin Xue'er down and slapped her hard across the face.

"Yifeng, what are you standing there for? Your mother is almost out of strength, go and lend a hand!" Sister Wang spat out the watermelon seeds in her mouth and called out to Yifeng, who was leaning against the door frame.

Yi Feng stepped forward. "Stop fighting."

While she was trying to break up the fight, her hands precisely slipped under Lin Xue'er's armpits, locking Lin Xue'er's arms tightly and dragging her backward.

Lin Xueer's hands were tied behind her back, her collar was open, and her upper body was completely unable to move.

"You little bitch, let me go! You're ganging up with that old hag to bully me!" Lin Xue'er twisted her body desperately.

Yang Liu didn't hold back and gave that made-up face two more heavy blows.

"I'm beating up a shameless person like you."

A loud banging came from the house across the hall as Lin Xue'er's son, whom she had brought back, rushed out.

Old Li reacted quickly, slamming the door shut and grabbing the handle from the outside.

"Children should mind their own business."

The door clicked shut and locked.

Inside the house, the nanny, Sister Wang, stood in the entryway, her ear pressed against the door, listening to the sounds outside, her eyes darting around nervously.

She heard it clearly through the crack in the door.

They accused Zongzong of not being Boss Song's son.

Wang's wife covered her mouth and chuckled.

Rich people really know how to have fun; they can even bring other people's offspring into their homes.

People in high society do all sorts of vulgar things.

When Zongzong, the chubby boy, opened the door and saw his mother being beaten, he rushed towards Yifeng.

"Don't hit my mom, you good-for-nothing!" Zongzong swung his fist at Yifeng. "When I grow up, I'll wipe out all of you good-for-nothings."

Yi Feng sneered, threw Lin Xue'er aside, and turned to kick Zong Zong in the stomach.

Zongzong was kicked so hard that he fell to the ground and didn't catch his breath for a long time.

"You thief." Yi Feng walked over, looking down at the chubby boy. "Just like your gambling-addicted father, a good-for-nothing worm. Trying to steal my family's property? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Do you even deserve it?"

Zongzong clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground, then got up and tried to bump into Yifeng again.

He burst into tears with a loud "waa".

"If you dare hit me, my dad will kill you when he gets back. Don't underestimate the vulnerability of the nation's future generations."

Yi Feng grabbed his collar directly.

He spat in his face:

"You worthless wretch, coming to my house to act like a young master." Yi Feng's tone was icy. "You counterfeit product, how dare you boss people around here. You're a worthless thing born of a mother but raised by no father, a dog who can't even speak a human word."

"What makes you think I'm a counterfeit? My dad is Song Qiang, and I'm the only young master of the Song family!" Zongzong shouted, his face bruised and swollen.

"You're nothing but a spoiled brat. You know perfectly well whose gambler's blood runs in your veins. Go look in the mirror and see what makes you look like a member of the Song family!"

Yi Feng raised her leg and kicked him back into the corner.

"Never bully the young, never bully the middle-aged, never bully the elderly; respect the dead. You're not even as good as a roadside weed, yet you dare call yourself a flower? Are you hiding among the flowers to make a fool of yourself?"

Zongzong was utterly terrified.

She leaned against the corner of the wall and cried loudly.

On the other side, Yang Liu and Lin Xue'er, exhausted, collapsed onto the cold cement floor of the corridor.

Their clothes were tattered.

His face was covered in red scratches from his fingernails.

"Pooh."

Lin Xue'er spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Yang Liu's face.

Yang Liu wiped the dirt off her face, turned over, and spat a mouthful of even thicker saliva precisely into Lin Xue'er's face.

Having just sent her children to the Shen family and then returning, Shen's mother stepped onto the last step and was confronted with this shocking scene.

Mrs. Shen gasped, standing at the corner of the stairs, unsure whether to go in or out.

Others fight rudely, but they fight dirty.

Lin Xueer vomited and pounded the ground, crying loudly.

"You're all ganging up on me. Song Qiang, come back and see these shrewish women bullying your only son!"

"What's the use of calling him Song Qiang? He knows he's raised a bastard now, and he's probably hiding somewhere crying right now." Song Xianglan threw the clean watermelon rind into the empty basin.

"You money-grabbing swindler!" Yang Liu cursed angrily.

Lin Xue'er shuddered and howled even louder.

"I was so young when he deceived me into having his child. Was it wrong for me to take money from him? My brother used all that money to pay off his gambling debts, and I didn't get any benefit at all."

She cried even harder as she cried.

"My later husband found out I had a child before marriage and disliked me, so he divorced me in a fit of anger. My life was ruined by Song Qiang. Shouldn't he give me money? I didn't cheat Song Qiang out of his money."

Yang Liu lay on the ground and let out a cold sneer.

"Your belt is so loose, whose fault is that?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Lin Xue'er screamed in rebuttal, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it in the first place. If you're not interested in attracting men, why would any egg seller just knock on your door?"

Yang Liu recovered, sat up, pointed at her nose, and started cursing:

"He's shameless and has no sense of shame. His whole family is destined to be in jail. He's like someone who eats sunflower seeds with his ass, how can he open his mouth to lie to people?"

You lied from the moment you got pregnant, using a fake son to swindle money from Song Qiang, and you still have the nerve to complain? People like you deserve to be struck by lightning!

"Lin Xue'er, stop playing the victim here. Where's your hidden brother? He took Song Qiang's money to pay off his gambling debts, and when it really mattered, he didn't utter a sound, leaving you, this brother-supporting monster, to show up. Your whole family are bloodsuckers; who knows how much money you've swindled behind our backs?"

"You didn't get anything out of it; the money went through your hands and ended up in your family."

The corridor was filled with Lin Xue'er's crying and cursing, and Yang Liu's mockery.

The neighbors, who were watching the commotion, whispered among themselves while holding their bowls.

He pointed at Lin Xue'er on the ground.

Right at this chaotic moment.

A series of heavy, chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell.

Everyone turned around in unison.

Song Qiang stepped into the corridor.

Three buttons on his shirt were undone, and his tie hung crookedly around his neck.

His face was ashen and dark, his eyes were sunken, and he looked lifeless.

He was holding a crumpled photograph in his hand.

Lin Xueer kissed him with a trick, and he responded with a frivolous gait and a dog-like demeanor that seemed to have lost half his life.

"Brother Qiang, look how they're bullying me!" Lin Xue'er saw Song Qiang and scrambled over to hug his leg. "That crazy woman Yang Liu is trying to kill me. And that little bastard beat up Zongzong."

As Song Qiang listened to Lin Xue'er's self-righteous and tearful complaints, his stomach churned.

He raised his leg and kicked her away.

"Get out of here," Song Qiang uttered, his voice hoarse.

Lin Xueer was kicked to the side and stared at him in disbelief.

"Brother Qiang...you hit me?"

Song Qiang's gaze passed over the woman throwing a tantrum on the ground, over the trembling fake son in the corner, and landed on Song Xianglan standing at the door and Yang Liu sitting on the ground.

He recalled the money he had spent on Lin Xueer over the years.

He recalled the scene he had just witnessed at the Lin family's house, and the truth he had uncovered.

His eyes were red-rimmed, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Third Aunt." Song Qiang's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed regret.

He turned to look at Yang Liu, his voice becoming even more choked with emotion:

"willow……"

Song Xianglan snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and was about to mock him for getting his just desserts and being forced to raise someone else's son.

"Stop talking," Yang Liu suddenly interrupted, leaning against the wall to stand up.

Song Xianglan turned to look at Yang Liu, her face full of incomprehension.

Yang Liu stared blankly at Song Qiang's tearful face.

This man has always been strong-willed, and he was so ruthless when he divorced his wife back then, but now he's been deceived by the Lin family and is crying like this, looking so pathetic.

Song Qiang's obsession is his son.

Yang Liu felt a chilling coldness in her chest, and a sour feeling welled up in her nose.

Her obsession used to be with her son.

Song Xianglan saw through that expression perfectly.

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

Once a woman sympathizes with a man...

That would be a complete disaster.

This kind of incurable, love-struck madness—it's so disgusting even to eat a zombie—is incurable.