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

Song Xianglan understood Shen Huiting's thoughts. Her mother went to her husband's family home alone. Her mother-in-law was shrewish and difficult, her husband had a dog-like temper, and her sister-in-law also had an older sister-in-law. She heard that they all lived in the same building.

It's like a lamb entering a wolf's den.

"Why aren't they listening to you?"

"I'll go to their neighborhood committee office, I'll go to the women's federation at their factory." Shen's mother clenched her fists.

"It's no use." Song Xianglan waved her hand.

"Why isn't it working?"

"You just can't bear to hit him or scold him. What can the neighborhood committee do? They can only mediate. After the mediation, the man promises not to hit you, but then he turns around and beats you even harder behind closed doors."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Mrs. Shen asked anxiously.

"You don't need to say anything. Just go inside and smash things." Song Xianglan said calmly, "Pots, pans, TV, fans—smash whatever you see. If anyone tries to stop you, just use a knife on them."

Shen's mother was stunned.

His mouth was wide open.

"Your good-for-nothing daughter is here to persuade you." Song Xianglan stared at her.

"Then...how could I bear to hit her?" Mother Shen stammered.

Their momentum instantly halved.

"If she dares to stop you, slap her a few times." Song Xianglan got more and more excited as she spoke. "Wake her up. Tell her that I'm here fighting for your livelihood, and if you're so willing, join in the smashing. Don't pretend to be some virtuous wife and loving mother."

Shen's mother was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.

She clearly developed a bigger temper after practicing with Song Xianglan.

It's still not enough at crucial moments.

Song Xianglan... your fiery temper seems like a spoiled act to me.

She scrutinized Shen's mother's exquisite cheongsam and round-toed leather shoes. "You're a delicate old lady, going to cause trouble on someone else's turf. What if they get angry and beat you up?"

"Do they dare to hit their elders?"

"Why wouldn't they dare?" Song Xianglan laughed. "Your mother-in-law isn't an elder, and besides, do you think we're all civilized people?"

You are not like me.

I've been in the pig slaughtering business for decades; all the strength I've developed is through practice. Even now that I'm retired, I practice in the yard every morning, and every few days I spar with people to keep my muscles flexible.

"If you don't have good stamina, what are you going to use to fight? Are you just going to be sent to your death?"

Shen's mother was completely dumbfounded.

"We women are inherently at a disadvantage. When fighting, we need to have a handy weapon." Song Xianglan walked to the window, looking at the bustling traffic below, "Kitchen knife, shovel, rolling pin, whatever's convenient to grab. And we have to be prepared to die together."

She turned her head, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

"You need a ruthless gaze and a merciless hand. Whoever hesitates will lose."

If there's nothing else, just grab someone and fight.

Strike where it's weak, and if all else fails, bite down hard and refuse to let go.

Shen's mother swallowed.

Looking at the domineering mother-in-law in front of me.

That's the confidence to overturn the table.

"Then... Xianglan, what do you mean?" Shen's mother was completely at a loss, looking at Song Xianglan as if she were grasping at a straw.

Song Xianglan sat back down in her chair and crossed her legs.

"What did you think of Yao Hong tonight?" Song Xianglan suddenly changed the subject.

"This..." Mrs. Shen carefully considered her words, "He looks like someone who hangs out on the streets. Quite clever, and has a good eye."

"They're shrewd people who've mingled with all sorts of people." Song Xianglan tapped her fingers on the table. "They love money, they're mercenary, and they're calculating."

Shen's mother looked at her, puzzled.

"If your Huiting is determined to get a divorce, do as I just said: bring a few old women from the streets, bring a few kitchen knives, smash up the door and demand her release. Just get the divorce done."

Song Xianglan changed the subject.

"But if she can't leave that home and wants to establish herself in her husband's family, then you should tell her to go and learn from Yao Hong."

Mother Shen frowned. "Find a female hoodlum to learn from?"

"Yes. We need to learn from a female hoodlum."

"I never look down on any woman who struggles to survive in society. Yao Hong deals with all sorts of men every day, full of lies and vulgar in appearance."

But she was a good mother. She endured hardship and scorn to raise her two daughters through school. She worked tirelessly to earn money so her daughters wouldn't follow in her footsteps. She was an admirable mother.

Song Xianglan, on the contrary, admired such a woman.

"This kind of woman has a ruthless streak; she'll ruthlessly abandon all pretense to survive. She knows how to deal with scoundrels and how to manipulate men. That's exactly what your daughter lacks most. Evil people will always be punished by other evil people."

The anxiety on Shen's mother's face was impossible to hide.

She paced back and forth.

"I'll think about what you said carefully."

"Okay, that's enough. It's making my eyes dizzy."

"Huiting has never even touched a beer. What if something goes wrong with them drinking tonight..." Shen's mother stopped in her tracks.

"Nothing will go wrong." Song Xianglan turned a page. "You're worrying for nothing. What could possibly happen to three grown women? Shi Xinyi's rich-woman air can intimidate people. Yao Hong won't be outdone by her words; maybe they can even talk some sense into your Huiting. You'll sleep here tonight."

Shen's mother sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm really scared now. If we hadn't done anything about her, that beast might have really beaten her to death one day."

"You taught your daughter to swallow her anger, and now you're reaping the consequences."

"It's my fault." Mother Shen's eyes reddened. "I've always taught her that everyone has a heart, and that harmony in the family brings prosperity. Now that the man has hit her, she still feels like she hasn't done something right. My heart is bleeding as her mother."

Song Xianglan sat up straight.

"Let's be honest. Your Shen family isn't bad, so why do her in-laws treat her so badly? They not only hit her, but they're clearly taking out their anger on her alone."

Shen's mother hesitated for a moment.

He let out a heavy sigh.

"Huijun's two older brothers went abroad a few years ago and spent too much money. Shenzhi also needed to study. The family really couldn't come up with any spare money to lend to Jianguo during those years."

Huiting got married young, and we didn't bring her many dowry gifts when we were in Nancheng. Over the past few years, her in-laws have been using this as an excuse to embarrass her.

"Just for this little bit?"

"That's not all." Mrs. Shen's face darkened. "Jianguo is now the deputy director of the factory office. His cronies have retired. He offended too many people before, and he's always been bad at networking. Naturally, he's been sidelined, and even his salary is less than others at the same level."

In a fit of anger, he wanted to develop his career in Shenzhen, but he was unfamiliar with the city and wanted to ask us for help…”

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow. "Going to Shenzhen? He's aiming for the east, isn't he?"

Shen's mother fell silent.

"Trying to ride on Xiang Dong's coattails? And want Xiang Dong to arrange a lucrative position for him in Shenzhen?" Song Xianglan's tone turned cold.

"We did not agree." Mother Shen waved her hands repeatedly. "My dear in-law, don't worry. Jianguo's family are all all talk and no action; they can't get anything done."

Even Huiting wouldn't ask us for help. We would never use it to disgust Huijun, much less drag Xiangdong down. My husband said that Xiangdong's success today is entirely due to his own abilities.

"If someone else has the ability to pass the civil service exam, then it's alright to say something. But for someone working in a factory to think they can get into the system, isn't that just wishful thinking?"

Song Xianglan smiled, forcing a smile.

"Mother-in-law, what I admire most about you is your clear-headedness. Neither you nor your in-laws are people who are inconsiderate or biased."

Many eyes were watching Xiang Dong's position; he got where he is today entirely through his own hard work and Hui Jun's support. He also owes a debt of gratitude to the Lei family of Beijing for their promotion.

Of course, Shen's mother understood.

Therefore, the couple will not give up.

……

According to the previously agreed date.

Song Xianglan led Chen Zui and Xiao Li to the antique street.

Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun and the others did not go in.

Liu Yukun arranged for people to walk around the antique street and keep an eye on things.

Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun also disguised themselves as customers and entered a shop across the street.

Song Xianglan finalized the plan before leaving home.

Zhou Fang and his group of young people must not show their faces.

These antique dealers have been operating in Shanghai for years, and they're quite shady.

Zhou Fang and his group wanted to do legitimate business in Haishi and couldn't be exposed to this group. They all dressed up a bit before arriving at the antique market.