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

"Go to hell with the Huang family's reputation." Zhang Haiyan didn't hold back at all. "When your father passed away, you were still an embryo in your mother's womb. Your mother worked like a slave in the Huang family, making a living at sea during the day and staying up all night sewing clothes for you."

When your grandparents were sick, it was your mother who took care of them, cleaning up after them.

Is that father you've never met really more important than the mother who raised you?

Zhang Haiyan slammed the spatula to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"You're forcing your own mother to divorce a man who hasn't cared about your life or death for decades? You've really fed your conscience to the dogs."

"What do you know? My dad had no choice in the matter. Do you think he didn't want to be home?" Zhu Zi argued irrationally. "Now that he's coming back, our whole family has to be together. I don't care, my mom has to get a divorce."

"Divorce my ass." Song Xianglan kicked open the courtyard gate and strode inside.

The three people in the courtyard were all stunned.

Song Xianglan walked over to Liu Dahua and reached out to pull her up from the bench.

She turned and stared coldly at the pillar.

"Zhu Zi, you've really grown up, haven't you?" Song Xianglan sneered. "Now that you have a house, a wife, and some money in your pocket, you start telling your mother what to do with your life. Your house was built by your mother, your wife was arranged by your mother, and the money in your pocket was given to you by your mother."

"Aunt Xianglan..."

Zhu Zi was still somewhat intimidated by Song Xianglan, and his arrogance subsided by half. "This is a matter for our Huang family."

"Now that Huang Guoping is coming back, you think your mother is a disgrace, that she's blocking your family's way, right?" Song Xianglan pressed on, her voice growing increasingly stern.

Zhu Zi's thoughts were exposed, and his face turned ugly.

"No, I didn't. I just feel bad for my dad..."

"You've let your father down. You bore him children, took care of his old age, and even supported those ungrateful brothers. If your mother hadn't turned back in time, who knows how long you would have been working like a slave."

Song Xianglan pointed at his nose, "How can you face your mother? Have you ever suffered a single day of the hardships she's endured over the decades? If he wants to come back, let him come back. It has nothing to do with your mother."

Song Xianglan turned to look at Liu Dahua, whose face was deathly pale.

"Dahua, listen to me carefully. Your marriage certificate with Liu Yidao was officially stamped. If anyone dares to force you to divorce, go to the police station and report them for interfering with your freedom of marriage."

Liu Dahua's tears fell down her cheeks.

She felt very upset.

Song Xianglan patted her hand. "Why are you crying? You don't owe the Huang family anything; the Huang family is the only ones who owe you. You raised your two children and took care of Old Lady Huang for decades. What is Huang Guoping to make you feel guilty?"

Song Xianglan pulled Liu Dahua and walked outside.

Zhang Haiyan called after her, "Mom, don't pay attention to that heartless dog, Zhuzi. Go back to Uncle Liu's."

Zhu Zi stood in the yard, clenching his fists.

He's a man, so he has to consider the continuation of his clan's lineage.

Women's hearts are too small; they have no grand principles, only petty emotions.

Walking on the village road.

Liu Dahua wiped her tears with her sleeve.

"Xianglan, I really didn't expect Guoping to still be alive. I also didn't expect Zhuzi to push me like this." Liu Dahua's voice was weak. "If Guoping comes back, he'll definitely hate me to death."

Why would he hate you?

Song Xianglan walked forward with a cold face. "If Huang Guoping has the nerve to bring up what happened back then, I'll tear his face off. Believe me or not, he's living a much more comfortable life on the other side than you are."

Liu Dahua froze, staring blankly at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks. Memories of her past life surged through her mind. Huang Guoping had returned with his wife and children; that man had never treated Liu Dahua like a human being from beginning to end.

Song Xianglan's eyes sharpened. "You have money, what are you afraid of? That Zhuzi is a waste of such a good girl as Haiyan."

Liu Dahua also felt that her son was not good enough for Haiyan.

The sky over Qingyang darkened, and the sea breeze stirred up the sand and dust on the ground.

Song Xianglan knew that once Huang Guoping set foot on this land, the real show was just beginning.

The midday sun was scorching, and the oxygenators in the seafood tanks hummed loudly.

Liu Yidao, shirtless, carried baskets of freshly harvested mantis shrimp onto his tricycle.

Ever since he got his marriage certificate with Liu Dahua, Liu Yidao has completely changed.

The reckless swagger he used to have is gone, replaced by a sense of steadiness.

He not only planned to make money, but also how to save money for Da Hua.

"Old Liu, take a break." Uncle Liang, the old postman, got off his green bicycle and rang the bell. "There's a registered letter for you, and a money order."

Liu Yidao washed his hands in the basin, dried them with his apron, and went over.

"Uncle Liang, why is there another remittance slip?"

Uncle Liang handed over the form.

Liu Yidao's life improved, and he once wrote a letter saying that he should stop sending money.

He also packed a lot of mung bean cakes, peanut brittle, and zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) and asked his fellow villagers in Manila to take them over.

The elders also told him to demolish his old house and rebuild it, and to buy a motorcycle. They said he would come back to his hometown to live for a while when he had the chance.

Liu Yidao looked at the numbers on the remittance slip and burst out laughing.

"That old man is something else. Last time he wrote to me, I even included a picture of my yard now. I told him I was living comfortably and had everything I needed, and asked him not to send any more, but he still thought I didn't have enough to spend."

"It's a blessing to have someone remember me." Uncle Liang got on his bike and drove away.

Liu Yidao put the order slip in his pocket and turned around to continue moving baskets.

Liu Mazi, who was peeling oysters nearby, came over.

He pulled out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and handed it to Liu Yidao.

"Old Liu, your life is getting better and better. But there's something you should know." Liu Mazi's eyes darted around.

Liu Yidao didn't take the cigarette. "Speak your mind quickly."

"Huang Guoping isn't dead." Liu Mazi forcefully shoved a cigarette into Liu Yidao's hand. "I heard he'll be back in the village from Gangcheng in a few days. He's made it big over there. Does that mean Da Hua will also be returning to the Huang family?"

The basket of mantis shrimp in Liu Yidao's hand hit the ground, splashing water everywhere.

Er Gou from next door chimed in, "What will happen to Sister-in-law Da Hua now that Huang Guoping is back? She was once a member of the Huang family. You two have been married for years and haven't had a child. Zhu Zi said this morning that he wants his mother to go back and reunite with his father."

Liu Yidao remained rooted to the spot.

Er Gou: "I just saw Zhu Zi call Da Hua home with my own eyes. He's probably forcing Da Hua to divorce you."

Liu Yidao took out a matchbox from his pocket.

He struck the cigarette twice before producing a spark, which he used to light the cigarette in his hand.

He has quit smoking for two years.

Back then, Da Hua casually mentioned that the cigarette smelled pungent, and he threw it away without saying a word.

He inhaled a puff of smoke, which went straight into his lungs, and he coughed so hard he bent over.

"Your wife, whom you just warmed up, is probably going to fly away again. You bachelor will have to go back to your old ways." Liu Mazi said with a grin.

Liu Yidao stared at the puddle at his feet.

He was used to having his wife serve him tea and water and care for him.

He would really not be used to going back to the days when he was alone with a cold stove and empty pots.

"It's up to her to choose," Liu Yidao said, his voice a little hoarse. "If she wants to go back to her ex, I won't stop her. If she wants to stay with me, I'll protect her."