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

Song Qiang sat back on the sofa in silence, staring blankly at the gold jewelry on the coffee table.

Seeing his lifeless appearance, Song Xianglan was furious.

"You've made a little money and you've become so arrogant. You're useless at everything, but you're the best at taking your pants off. You're so naive and boastful, you'll say anything you want to hear." Song Xianglan stood in front of him and started scolding him.

Song Qiang's lips moved, and he hugged Song Xianglan and cried loudly.

It's as if she's trying to cry out all the grievances she's held in her life.

Song Xianglan was so angry that she gave him a bag full of tears, which made Huijun's newly bought clothes covered in tears.

Song Qiang's voice was very nasal. "Third Aunt. She lied to me."

"If you didn't want to have a son, would people lie to you and say you were destined to be childless? You just had to fight against fate and people."

"Then Lin Xue'er had a son with the man behind her. I've already told you that whether a child is a son or a daughter isn't up to the woman; you reap what you sow."

Song Qiang covered his face with both hands, his voice muffled:

"Third Aunt, I'm heartbroken. I started from scratch and made a name for myself in Shenzhen, hoping to have someone to carry on the family line when I got old. Other people's first wives don't have children, but their second wives do. But me, I've made a complete fool of myself."

"Let bygones be bygones," Song Xianglan sneered. "A beautiful face doesn't necessarily mean a kind heart. Men come and fall in love with one after another, and forget one after another. You can forget about scheming against the next one. Don't even think about finding someone to have a son with. You have the fate of wealth and status, but not the fate of having a son."

"Life is mostly about wanting but not getting."

Yi Feng walked over and patted Song Qiang on the shoulder.

"Dad, it's alright. I'll find a son-in-law to live with us in the future, and the children he has will definitely have the surname Song, and they'll still carry on your family line," Yi Feng said confidently.

"The sons-in-law we recruit don't have their hearts in our family. After I die, those men will just change their surnames again."

Yi Feng: "I'll leave my father behind and my son behind. I'll go out and find a super handsome and intelligent man, and have a son with him."

Song Xianglan echoed:

"Your daughter is your own flesh and blood too. You're rich anyway, just make more money in the future. Whichever daughter's child wants to take your surname, you can give them more of your inheritance. What's the big deal? Is it worth crying over there?"

"If you have money, people will naturally be willing to take your surname."

Song Xianglan muttered again, "Our Song family has never had an emperor, so when did it become so valuable? Besides, all people with the surname Song in the world are one family. At worst, you can go to the mountains and find ten or eight boys with the surname Song to raise. A godfather is still a father."

Shen's mother and the others covered their mouths to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

Yang Liu's lips curled up in a smile as she listened.

Just a moment ago she felt sorry for Song Qiang, but now she felt refreshed and invigorated.

He divorced her back then for some fabricated illegitimate child, and didn't even care about his own daughter.

Now they're getting their comeuppance.

Deserve it.

Song Qiang wiped his face and sat up abruptly.

Song Qiang gritted his teeth, "I'm not living in this lousy place anymore. I'm going to buy a villa and move out right away."

Yang Liu's smile froze.

"You're moving out? You're taking the kids with you, what about me and Yifeng?" Yang Liu blurted out.

Song Qiang glanced at her sideways and replied irritably:

"Don't think I don't know you're laughing at me. What business is it of yours if I move? We're divorced a long time ago."

Yang Liu was so angry that her face turned bright red.

"Song Qiang, you're really something. You deserve to have no son." Yang Liu cursed, then turned and ran out the door.

Less than twenty minutes.

Suddenly, a deafening sound of firecrackers came from downstairs.

The clattering noise drew all the neighbors who had been watching the commotion in the hallway to the window.

Immediately afterwards, a group of children shouted in unison.

Congratulations, Sister Yifeng!

Congratulations, Sister Erfeng!

Congratulations, Song Sanfeng!

Congratulations, Song Sifeng!

Congratulations, Song Wufeng!

Yang Liu stood on the open ground downstairs, holding a red plastic bag filled with two pounds of White Rabbit milk candy.

She had just bought the loudest firecrackers and then hired the children playing in the residential compound with candy.

"Shout towards that balcony on the second floor. The louder you shout, the more candy you get," Yang Liu pointed to Song Qiang's window.

Song Qiang was so angry inside that his face turned green. He pushed open the balcony door and yelled downstairs:

"Yang Liu, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Liu raised her head and waved her hand.

A dozen or so children shouted in unison, "Congratulations to Uncle Song Qiang for not raising illegitimate children!"

"Uncle Song Qiang, if you are destined to have no children, don't force it."

"Having a son or a daughter is equally good. Daughters can also take care of you in your old age."

The sound echoed throughout the neighborhood.

Everyone in the building was stunned.

Heads peeked out from behind the windows on both the upper and lower floors.

Some parents hid behind the curtains, their faces flushed, too embarrassed to go down and claim their children. They wished they could say that the person who had called out earlier was definitely not their own glutton.

Song Xianglan and Shen's mother sat on the living room sofa, laughing so hard they slapped their thighs.

The nanny, Wang Sao, was so frightened that she hid in her room with the door closed, afraid to come out for fear that she would lose her high-paying job if she showed herself.

Yi Feng stood on the balcony and looked down, unable to resist clicking her tongue twice.

I really didn't see that coming.

Even though their parents have been divorced for so long, the intensity of their mutual tearing is still so strong.

"Yang Liu, have you no shame? Believe me or not, I'll make you regret this!" Song Qiang clung to the balcony railing and cursed.

Yang Liu, one hand on her hip, pointed upwards and retorted, "Why are you yelling at me like that? Go ahead and make Lin Jie cough up all the money he swindled from you. What kind of man is a bully at home?"

"The money Lin Jie swindled was all my daughter's money. I still have to settle accounts with you!"

Enraged, Song Qiang slammed his fist on the railing.

"It's my money. It's your destiny to have a few daughters, woman."

Song Xianglan went to the balcony and pulled Song Qiang back into the house.

"What are you doing jumping around like that?" Song Xianglan pointed at Song Qiang's nose. "You're really like an old sow wearing a bra, one outfit after another. Like a chef, you know how to shift the blame and embellish the story."

Hindsight is 20/20, but beforehand, you're clueless. You're sick and then blame others for not prescribing medicine. Go back inside and stay there.

Song Qiang was scolded like a grandson by Song Xianglan, and went back to his bedroom with his head hanging low.

Song Xianglan turned around and took Yifeng's hand.

"Come on, let's go to my house for dinner. This place is smoky and noisy, let's come back tomorrow."

Several people grabbed their bags and went out together.

As I went downstairs, Yang Liu was walking over after distributing the candy.

Song Xianglan walked straight ahead with a cold face, not even glancing at Yang Liu.

Seeing Song Xianglan's gloomy face, Yang Liu didn't dare to go up and speak to her.

She gave Yi Feng several meaningful glances, wanting to know what was going on.

Yi Feng understood and returned the look.

Yang Liu didn't understand; all she saw was Yi Feng blinking.

Having no other option, she went upstairs by herself.

In the master bedroom.

Song Qiang rushed into the bathroom, took a cold shower, and changed into a clean and neat black shirt.

He is a man who always holds a grudge.

If someone poops a big mess on his face, he has to poop back twice as much.

The Lin family has been making a fool of him for so many years; this debt cannot be left unpaid.

He took his car keys, left the house, and headed straight for the security company.

In the office, several subordinates stood in a row.

"Have you captured him?" Song Qiang sat in his leather chair and lit a cigarette.

"Brother Qiang, Lin Jie has been apprehended. He was caught in a run-down rented room in an urban village," the leader of the henchmen reported.

"For those migrant workers in Shenzhen without temporary residence permits, send them wherever they need to be sent." Song Qiang exhaled a smoke ring, "Send them directly to the nearby shelters. Make sure they've taken care of things there; someone like him needs to go in and suffer a bit."

"clear."

"And one more thing," Song Qiang said coldly, "Isn't Lin Jie's dad working on a construction site? Send someone to give him a heads-up and cut off his job. Cause some kind of accident on his way home, just break his leg, nothing serious."

The subordinate nodded and noted it down.

"Where are his mother and wife?"

"In a rented house in Xiasha Village."

"Find a few unfamiliar old women, put them in burlap sacks in the alley tonight and beat them up. Also, talk to their landlord; I don't want the Lin family to be able to rent even a small room like a toilet in the neighborhood." Song Qiang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

The Lin family was completely turned upside down.

Lin Jie was inexplicably checked for his temporary residence permit and was shoved into a car and taken to a shelter overnight.

Lin's father had just been kicked out by the contractor for not paying his wages. While pushing his bicycle across the road, he was hit by an unlicensed van and fell, breaking his shinbone.

Lin's mother and Lin Jie's wife went out to look for Lin Jie that night.

As soon as I entered the dark alley, several women grabbed my head and beat me so badly that I lost two teeth.

Early the next morning.

The landlord simply threw their bedding rolls onto the street.

Lin Xue'er looked at the mess on the ground.

They realized that Song Qiang was the one who did all of this.

She searched for Song Qiang everywhere like a madwoman.

When she arrived at the security company, the burly man at the entrance wouldn't let her in.

She had no idea where Song Qiang's customs brokerage was located.

Song Qiang usually kept a close watch on her.

With nowhere else to turn, Lin Xueer had no choice but to go to Yang Liu's roast meat shop.

The aroma of roast goose wafted through the shop.

Yang Liu was standing behind the counter calculating accounts when she looked up and saw Lin Xue'er standing at the store entrance with messy hair and bruises around her eyes.

Zongzong, with a bruised and swollen face, was also by his side.

"Sister Yang Liu, please help me." Lin Xue'er knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Yang Liu was startled and took two steps back.

"What are you doing? Trying to scam me in my shop?" Yang Liu glared at him.

"Please, please let me see Brother Qiang," Lin Xue'er cried, her face streaked with tears. "He kidnapped my brother. My father's leg is broken, and we have nowhere to live. Please, have mercy and tell me where he is!"

Yang Liu shook off her hand and dusted off her sleeves.

"Are you out of your mind? Why are you dragging me into your mess?" Yang Liu rolled her eyes. "I divorced him a long time ago. How would I know where he is? I've offended him because of this."

Her laughter was too intense.

Song Qiang refused to lend her money to open a restaurant.

She was filled with deep regret.

She should have held back and not bought firecrackers to mock Song Qiang. Now even the security company has stopped ordering meals from her.

Song Qiang and Lin Xueer are fighting each other.

She suffered heavy losses as a bystander!

"He went back to your place last night, didn't he?" Lin Xue'er refused to admit it.

"I can't even get into his house. Besides, he hasn't been back for the past few days." Yang Liu sneered. "Aren't you quite the con artist? Go find another rich man to support your whole family of bloodsuckers. What's the point of coming here to mourn?"

Lin Xueer collapsed to the ground.

He buried his head in his hands and cried desperately.

Yang Liu had been thinking about asking about Xi Mei's situation; she really wanted to see Song Qiang's daughter, who was beaten every day.

But seeing Lin Xue'er in such a miserable state, he couldn't be bothered to ask any more questions.

Anyway, Song Qiang has already taken the child away. That scoundrel really treats his own child well.

It's said that my younger sister was beaten up by those bratty kids.

He even paid some kids to beat up the Lin family's children.

"Get out of here. Don't interfere with my business." Yang Liu picked up a feather duster from the counter and shooed him away.

Lin Xueer knew she wouldn't get anywhere with Yang Liu.

She could only pull Zongzong up from the ground, cursing and swearing, and left the roast meat shop with a high volume of curses and shouts for her mother.

Yang Liu watched her retreating figure and followed behind, cursing several times.