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

The night breeze on the street was a bit hot.

Zhou Fang threw the banana peel in his hand into the roadside trash can and turned to look at Song Xianglan.

"Godmother, to be honest, I was resentful at first. I kept thinking, I've given so much, why can't I go all the way to the end? Why didn't she even look back?"

Zhou Fang twitched the corners of her mouth, smiling easily.

"I don't think that way anymore. You're right, time can heal all wounds, and it can also make past love disappear. I'm doing fine now, drawing and doing engineering, and I feel at peace."

Looking back on my past marriage, I feel at peace but don't regret having it. Perhaps I let go sooner.

Song Xianglan stared at his profile for a while.

The gloom in Zhou Fang's eyes had completely dissipated, revealing a clarity that came with experience.

She understood that this kid had truly moved on.

"It's good that you're able to think positively. There's still a long road ahead." Song Xianglan changed the subject. "By the way, you mentioned Cong Ying earlier, what's her current situation?"

Zhou Fang slowed her pace. "That man from Beijing contacted her."

"Why are you looking for her? Didn't you already get your marriage certificate?"

"They've registered their marriage. The man's family is of high status, and the wife they found for him works in the Beijing municipal government; they're a perfect match." Zhou Fang kicked away a small pebble on the roadside. "He told Cong Ying privately that he hoped she could be the woman behind him. He said he wouldn't mistreat her."

He said he was willing to support Cong Ying in making great strides in the medical field and also wanted to have a child with her. He said he loved Cong Ying and wanted her to be the woman behind the scenes.

Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks.

She glared at him and cursed, "What a piece of trash! He might as well travel back to the Qing Dynasty and find as many women as he wants. He's a cesspool; he can't even bring himself to ask Cong Ying to be his concubine!"

Zhou Fang didn't say anything, only gave a bitter smile.

Song Xianglan felt a tightness in her chest from anger. "What did Cong Ying say?"

"Cong Ying threw a cup of hot tea at him and told him to get lost," Zhou Fang said.

What Zhou Fang didn't mention was that the man had been harassing Cong Ying, and Zhou Fang had beaten him up when she encountered him. The man threatened to make Zhou Fang pay, and Zhou Fang directly told him that he had recorded the incident of him seeing Cong Ying, and he wouldn't mind giving the tape to his father-in-law and his rival.

The man backed down.

It's said that Cong Ying has been demoted.

They actually chose Zhou Fang, someone who resorts to underhanded tactics, as their backer.

"Good for her. This kind of person needs to be taught a lesson." Song Xianglan felt good after her outburst, but she also felt sorry for Congying. "Such a good girl, it's a shame she had to run into such a scoundrel."

Two days later.

Song Xianglan hurried back to Qingyang.

Song Xianglan got off the bus at the village entrance, carrying her luggage.

They happened to run into Old Li, Da Hua's neighbor, who was driving an oxcart past.

"Old Li, is Liu Dahua home?" Song Xianglan asked casually.

Old Li reined in the ox and shook his head. "She's not here. Da Hua went to her son Zhu Zi's house."

Song Xianglan carried her luggage home.

Just as I put the things down in the main room, I heard shouts from outside the door.

"Boss, are you back yet?" Xiao Wang from the factory suddenly braked on his bicycle at the gate of the courtyard.

Song Xianglan went outside. "What's wrong? Are you in a bind?"

"The factory got a call from Songjiazhuang," Xiao Wang said, panting. "They said it's urgent and they need you to come over and call them back right away."

Song Xianglan frowned.

She locked the door, pushed the motorcycle out of the yard, hopped on, and sped straight to the factory.

I arrived at the office.

Song Xianglan picked up the receiver and dialed back.

"Third Sister, it's me." Brother Song's voice on the other end of the phone sounded anxious. "You finally answered the phone."

"What happened?" Song Xianglan pulled out a chair and sat down.

"It was Yang Liu who called back. She said Song Qiang's son is fake." Brother Song's voice trembled. "That woman named Lin Xue'er didn't give birth to a son at all; she gave birth to a girl."

Song Xianglan: "Oh, it's fake."

"So, whose child is Zongzong?" Brother Song asked. "Your sister-in-law was so angry she ended up in the hospital. She was discharged today and immediately called you from the brigade headquarters. Is Yang Liu just making things up?"

"That's Lin Xue'er's brother's child. They're clearly trying to extort money from Song Qiang by saying it's a son, regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl," Song Xianglan said calmly.

Suddenly, a suppressed sob came from the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, the receiver was snatched away by another person.

"Third Sister." Sister-in-law Song's voice was terribly hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone.

Song Xianglan was taken aback.

"Sister-in-law, why are you crying? My brother said you were in the hospital?"

"Can't I avoid going to the hospital? I was so angry when I heard Yang Liu's phone call that I almost passed out." Sister-in-law Song cried and gasped. "The doctor said I have some signs of a stroke, and I just came back from the hospital today."

I don't believe it. I don't believe that Zongzong isn't a member of our Song family. He's so clever and intelligent, how could he be a fake?

"Sister-in-law, wake up. It's definitely not Song Qiang's child."

Song Xianglan was too lazy to beat around the bush with her. "Song Qiang is blind to let himself be made a fool of. Don't worry about it. Take your medicine on time and try not to get angry all the time."

"Besides, the Song family has so many boys, what's your rush?"

"You used to dote on Yifeng and her granddaughters so much, but now that they're crying so hard, it makes me think you're being biased."

Sister-in-law Song wept bitterly, "How could she lie to Qiangzi like that? This was Qiangzi's only wish in his life."

"Song Qiang has six daughters, so what does it matter whether he has that fake son or not? Everyone should have some regrets in life; if there are no regrets, then one should die," Song Xianglan advised.

The receiver was back in Brother Song's hands.

Brother Song sighed heavily.

"Third sister, the Song family's reputation is ruined. Everyone in the surrounding villages is laughing at us."

Song Xianglan couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Big brother, are you still worried about your reputation? Fourth brother has done a lot to improve the Song family's reputation."

Song west, that hopelessly infatuated guy, actually got together with Wan Xiaoju.

She recently gave birth to a daughter.

Song Xianglan's tone was full of gleeful anticipation, "Your Song family has produced a Song Qiang and a Song west. This is enough to keep everyone laughing for years to come."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long pause, Brother Song scolded irritably, "Third Sister, can you stop laughing so lewdly? We're both surnamed Song, and those two fools are your own nephews."

Song Xianglan immediately stopped laughing.

My chest hurts a little.

I want to beat these two idiots to death.

"Alright, I'll stop laughing. I have things to do here," Song Xianglan instructed. "Tell your sister-in-law to take good care of herself and stop worrying about her children and grandchildren all the time. Children and grandchildren have their own lives to enjoy; ignore them and let them enjoy their own happiness. Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Xianglan poured herself a glass of water, drank it dry, and turned to leave the office.

She had to go to Zhang Haiyan's house to see what was going on.

Two years ago, Song Xianglan encouraged Liu Dahua and Liu Yidao to build a seafood tank by the sea, specifically to buy seafood such as mantis shrimp.

Song Xianglan also directly rented out a section of her family's contracted beach to Liu Yidao for aquaculture.

The goal is to prevent Liu Dahua, at her age, from risking her life by fishing at sea every day.

Liu Dahua and Liu Yidao have been doing quite well these past few years. Apart from a small loss last year due to a typhoon, they've been making money almost every year.

Zhu Zi also started aquaculture with his cousins ​​and saved up some money.

Zhang Haiyan is a reasonable person, and the two get along very well.

Song Xianglan walked to the gate of Zhang Haiyan's house, which was ajar.

A heated argument could be heard coming from inside.

"Mom. Dad's coming home!" Zhu Zi's voice boomed with barely concealed excitement. "I got a call from Dad in Gangcheng. He said he'll be home in a few days."

Song Xianglan's hand, which was about to push the door open, hung in mid-air.

In the courtyard, Liu Dahua sat on a small stool, her face deathly pale.

"Is he coming back?"

Zhu Zi paced back and forth in the yard, his face glowing.

"I'm so happy. My dad isn't dead, he's still alive."

Zhu Zi walked up to Liu Da Hua, his tone reproachful: "Mom, how could you betray Dad? He's worked so hard on the other side of the strait, and for decades he's longed to go home."

If he goes home and finds his wife has remarried, where will he put his face? What will outsiders say about the Huang family?

Liu Dahua trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Pillar...everyone says he's gone. I..."

"The women in the next village can hold on, they can wait, why can't you?" Zhu Zi became more and more agitated. "My grandma was so happy to know my dad was alive that she ate two extra bowls of rice. Mom, can you go and get a divorce from Uncle Liu Yidao first?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Dahua was completely stunned.

She waved her hands frantically.

"I've been with Lao Liu for several years, how can we get a divorce?" Liu Dahua's voice trembled. "I've let your father down, but I can't let Lao Liu down too."

Liu Dahua was filled with guilt.

She got together with Liu Yidao because she was convinced that Huang Guoping was dead.

Even if they didn't die, the strait separating them meant they would never meet again in this lifetime.

Who could have imagined this would happen?

"Why can't you get a divorce?" Zhu Zi raised his voice. "My father is your husband. You betrayed him and you still have the nerve to say you won't divorce Liu Yidao? If you don't divorce him, how will our family reunite when my father comes back?"

"Shut up."

Seeing Liu Dahua's red eyes and frustrated expression, Zhang Haiyan pointed at the pillar and cursed him out.

"Huang Zhuzi, do you have any conscience?" Zhang Haiyan trembled with rage. "How can you, as her son, speak to your own mother like that?"

Zhu Zi retorted, his neck stiff:

"What did I say wrong? She did remarry, which disgraced the Huang family."