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

Zhou Fang came to see Song Xianglan early in the morning and sat on the sofa. "Godmother, I'm leaving for Hunan Province tomorrow. Shen Huijun will take the train directly from Shenzhen to meet me. Tingting is too busy to leave lately."

Song Xianglan nodded.

"Please pay close attention to the site selection. Don't worry about spending more money, as long as it truly helps those children who can't afford to go to school. The school's cafeteria and dormitories must be compliant with regulations; this is very important."

"I see."

Zhou Fang took a thick envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

"Yao Hong needs someone to back her up, and Fu Qingnian is the type who won't act until he sees something in return." Zhou Fang pushed the envelope. "Take this money and spend it if you need to."

Song Xianglan glanced at the envelope but didn't touch it.

"Take it back. Do you think your godmother is short of money? Dealing with a scumbag doesn't require you to spend your own money."

"I can't rely entirely on you, godmother, to support me. How could I possibly accept that?"

"We women believe in mutual assistance," Song Xianglan said coldly. "That bastard Fu Qingnian, who climbed to the top by sucking the blood of women, I must personally crush him."

Zhou Fang was startled.

"Godmother. Murderers get punished. We're after money and justice, not to get ourselves involved."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at him. "Is your brain filled with mush? Have I lived long enough? Would I sacrifice myself for a scumbag? Put your mind at ease and go build your school properly."

Zhou Fang breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the envelope, and went out.

The person just left.

Chen Zui came over again.

"Godmother, are you really planning to go to the shantytown to see Yao Hong's two daughters?" Chen Zui grabbed a coat. "That place is a mess. I'll go with you."

Song Xianglan slapped his hand away. "You stay put. We swindled three million from Old Man Li, and he's probably searching for us all over the world right now. Your face is too conspicuous; don't go out and cause trouble."

Chen Zui scratched his hair, pulled out a pair of black sunglasses, and put them on.

"I don't speak when I go out. If someone asks me, I'll just say 'Kanyu sibike ingrish' to pretend I'm a foreigner."

"Stop causing trouble," Song Xianglan said irritably. "Anyway, avoid going to those places. If they catch you, I can't save you."

I bought several bags of food.

Song Xianglan hailed a tricycle with a donkey on backwards at the street corner.

We bumped along the way to the shantytown.

After paying the fare, Song Xianglan carried her things inside.

The environment in the shantytown is very poor.

The ground was covered with laundry water mixed with rotten vegetable leaves.

The alley was narrow and dark, and the sun never shone.

Just around the corner, a pungent smell of urine wafted from the base of the wall.

A man in a vest is unbuckling his belt in front of a corner.

The sound of rushing water was loud and clear.

Song Xianglan felt nauseous, and with a flick of her toe, she kicked a pebble that landed precisely on the man's back.

"Who is it? Are you blind?" The man in the vest turned around, pulling up his pants, and started cursing.

Song Xianglan was utterly unkind, pointing at him and scolding, "You must have been a beast reincarnated several times over, yet you still can't forget to urinate and defecate everywhere. You mark your territory by peeing all over the place. Your thing is smaller than a caterpillar, what are you trying to be clever about?"

The man in the vest, his face flushed, raised his fist and charged forward.

"You old hag, you're asking for it."

Song Xianglan stood still, then reached into her bag and pretended to take something out.

"Come on, hit me." Song Xianglan sneered. "I carry my mental illness certificate with me. I can beat you to death without paying for it. If you dare touch me today, you'll spend the rest of your life working on a sewing machine!"

The man in the vest stopped and glanced at her.

Seeing her dressed smartly yet arrogantly, he immediately lost his confidence.

"You're crazy," the man muttered, and quickly walked away.

Seeing this, the men nearby didn't dare to urinate against the corner of the wall.

"This godforsaken place reeks of urine," Song Xianglan snorted, carrying her things as she continued searching for her way.

After searching for about ten minutes, I finally found myself in front of a half-open wooden door.

Just as she reached the door, Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks.

A greasy man's voice came from inside the room.

"Little Xiang, call me Uncle and Uncle will buy you candy."

"My mom isn't home, you can leave." The little girl's voice was trembling with tears.

"It's okay that your mom isn't here. How about I play a game with you? You're so pretty, about the same age as my daughter."

Song Xianglan's heart was ablaze with anger.

She kicked the wooden door open.

The room was dimly lit. A portly middle-aged man was cornering a girl of about ten years old, Xiao Xiang, against a table. He was gripping her arm tightly with one hand, and his pig-like face was about to shove into her neck.

"You son of a bitch."

Song Xianglan dropped her things, rushed forward, grabbed the middle-aged man by the back of his collar, and pulled him back forcefully.

Caught off guard, the man fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could get up, Song Xianglan straddled him and began thrusting into him from both sides.

Clap clap clap.

Seven or eight crisp slaps followed, splitting the man's lip.

"Go back to your mother's womb and let your lustful desires run wild here." Song Xianglan's palms ached from hitting her, but she was still not satisfied.

Xiao Xiang was terrified and huddled in the corner, trembling.

My older sister went out to buy groceries, leaving her alone to look after the house.

She didn't dare to shout at all.

Song Xianglan turned her head, her voice immediately softening. "Xiao Xiang, don't be afraid. I'm your mother's friend. Call me Grandma Song."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiang could no longer hold back her tears and burst into sobs.

The man on the ground struggled to sit up, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Mind your own business, you old hag." The man glared at her. "I'm Yao Hong's man, this is my home. I'll beat you to death, you old hag."

Song Xianglan laughed in exasperation.

He grabbed a chipped ceramic teacup from the table and smashed it hard against the man's nose.

boom.

The man covered his face and screamed in agony, blood gushing from his nose.

"You dare call yourself Yao Hong's man?" Song Xianglan grabbed his hair. "Even if Yao Hong were blind, she wouldn't be interested in a dog like you. If you have the guts, come with me to your wife and repeat exactly what you just said."

The man screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

Song Xianglan grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

The commotion was so loud that all the neighbors in the alley came out.

"What's going on? Why are they beating people up in broad daylight?"

"Isn't that Er Laizi from the east end?"

A group of people stood outside the courtyard, pointing and whispering.

Song Xianglan threw the middle-aged man into the mud and turned to shout at the group of old ladies outside.

"Everyone, please be the judge." Song Xianglan pointed at the man on the ground. "I'm a distant relative of Yao Hong. I came to visit the two children today. Who would have thought that as soon as I walked in, this old bastard would start touching me inappropriately?"

The man on the ground stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

"You're talking nonsense. Who laid a hand on you?"

"What? You dare to do it but not admit it?" Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke. "What did you just say? You said that at my age, when the water and electricity are cut off, I need a man's nourishment. Bah! I could be your mother, and you don't even spare your old mother."

To protect Xiao Xiang's reputation, Song Xianglan deliberately poured the dirty water on herself.

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

The way the older women looked at the man completely changed.

"I never would have guessed that this guy, who seems so honest, could be so disgusting behind the scenes?"

The middle-aged man got angry and got up from the ground.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. I wouldn't even go looking for an old woman if I were looking for a sow. She's sick and talking nonsense."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Xianglan launched a flying kick, striking him squarely in the knee.

Immediately afterwards, Song Xianglan punched him in the lips.

"Did you all hear that?" Song Xianglan shouted to the group of old ladies, "Old sisters, old ladies, take a good look at his eyes, there's a perverted look in them."

Some men just like older women. That bastard hangs around the shantytowns all the time, probably eyeing you guys.

The old ladies looked at each other in bewilderment.

Song Xianglan continued to embellish the story.

"Do you ever skimp on the underwear and underpants you hang out to dry? He's the one who sneaks them and smells them all."

These words were spoken.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Which woman living in a shantytown hasn't had her clothes stolen?

The elderly women, in particular, were furious.

An elderly woman with a cane squeezed through the crowd and pointed shakily at the middle-aged man.

"I remember now. My red underwear, which I've worn for twelve years, disappeared last month when I hung it out to dry. You must have stolen it, you heartless bastard." The old lady was eighty-eight years old, and her voice was sharp and shrill.