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

"Why won't you let me go?" Song Yulu's tears streamed down her red-rimmed eyes. As a woman, she longed to be a mother.

Countless nights, I dreamed of a beautiful little girl coming to her side.

She smiled and asked, "Would you like to be my daughter?"

The little girl in the dream smiled and nodded, but when she reached out her hand, it was blown away by a gust of wind.

She felt terrible every time she woke up.

Not wanting to have children is different from being unable to have children; she wanted to be a mother.

"You ruined my life, making it impossible for me to ever be a mother again. I was willing to let you two, you two scoundrels, have your way, so why did you have to ruin me and then provoke and mock me?"

"I'm just making fun of you."

Yang Axiu leaned against the door frame, a victor's smile on her face.

"If I don't laugh at you, who will? What can you do to me? I have four children, and you have nothing. What's the use of having a powerful family? In the end, no one will call you 'Mother.' I hate your laughter; I've hated it since the first time I saw you."

She didn't like Song Yulu.

She brought a lot of sewing machines with her when she married Cai Youde as part of her dowry.

Her family treated her well, and even Cai Youde treated her well. Everyone in the village praised Song Yulu, saying that she was different because she had gone to junior high school.

The two security doors on the side were slightly ajar.

A neighbor was looking out.

Yang Axiu did not notice the commotion from her neighbor.

"I heard you're good at making money outside?" Yang Axiu pouted. "So what? Your man is mine, and he's holding me in bed."

You're destined to live a lonely life. Every penny you earn will be given to me to spend, to support my family and my children.

"You shameless slut!" Song Yulu cursed angrily. "Shameless whore!"

"Yes, I'm shameless, and Cai Youde likes that I'm shameless," Yang Axiu sneered. "Who are you trying to fool with your high-minded act? I disliked your behavior the first time you went to Caijia Village. You're just relying on your family's connections to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Yang Axiu reached out and slapped Song Yulu's cheeks twice.

"Now that your family isn't around," Yang Axiu said through gritted teeth, "you're nothing but a dog in front of me."

Song Yulu was trembling all over.

His fingers gripped the knife handle so tightly they turned white.

"Go ahead and chop," Yang Axiu said, straightening her chest. "If you don't chop, you're a coward."

She pointed to the ground.

"If you kneel down right now and kowtow three times obediently," Yang Axiu said smugly, "I'll be in a good mood and talk to Youde, asking him to take pity on you and not divorce you yet. I'll give you a chance to stay in the Cai family. How about that?"

"I know no one would want a woman like you."

Yang Axiu stared intently at Song Yulu.

A voice echoed in my mind: Kill her, kill her...

Yang Axiu spoke arrogantly, but she was actually furious inside.

After giving his statement at the police station yesterday, Cai Youde absolutely refused to admit to wanting a divorce.

Cai Youde couldn't bear to part with Song Yulu.

He told Yang Axiu not to push her luck, saying that maintaining the status quo was fine.

This made Yang Axiu anxious.

She deliberately stood at the window today to provoke Song Yulu.

Women who don't have children are most likely to cling to men. She had to force Song Yulu to reach her breaking point first, forcing Song Yulu to take the initiative to file for divorce from Cai Youde.

It would be best if Song Yulu could commit suicide, then all the property would belong to her and her children.

I heard that Song Yulu also had shares in the clothing store, and that the clothing store would belong to Cai Youde if she committed suicide.

Seeing Song Yulu trembling, Yang Axiu became even more arrogant.

"What's wrong? Are you too angry to speak?" Yang Axiu flicked her hair. "Last night, Youde was holding me and complaining that you were lying in bed like a dead person, without any feeling at all."

Song Yu's cheeks were sore from being stretched so much.

"He still prefers sleeping with me. What wouldn't he do for me?" Yang Axiu took a step forward. "In bed, he even kisses my...down...private parts. He hasn't kissed you, has he?"

It's so dirty.

Song Yulu felt a churning in her stomach.

"By the way, we slept in your new wedding bed several times. I also rolled around in the big bed you bought in the new city later."

Yang Axiu giggled.

"Youde says you're a picky person, even if you're poor. But I've worn all the clothes in your closet. And all those new underwear you bought, the pink ones, the floral ones, I've tried them all on. Youde says I look much better in them than you do."

Song Yulu bent over and began to gag.

Stomach acid hit my throat, and I choked on it, tears streaming down my face.

She couldn't hold it in any longer and spat on the mat by the door.

From inside the security door next door, the old lady silently cursed, "Shameless!"

The old woman peeked out, trying to mediate.

Her daughter-in-law pulled her back. "Don't meddle in other people's business, this mistress is too arrogant."

Yang Axiu laughed even more wildly.

"Song Yulu, you'd better leave the house and all your money behind. Don't even think about taking a single penny with you."

"Dream on." Song Yulu straightened up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You won't agree, huh? Fine." Yang Axiu crossed her arms. "I'll go to your shop tomorrow. I'll put up a banner at the front door saying you got dumped by a man, and I'll read out all the details of how you were like a dead fish in bed with Cai Youde. Let's see how you'll ever face anyone again."

Song Yulu stared at Yang Axiu in disbelief.

That arrogant face gradually blurred in my vision, turning completely into a twisted, bloody color.

Are all third sisters this arrogant these days?

He actually threatened the wife, making her lose face.

She suddenly stopped shaking.

He shoved the kitchen knife in his hand into his belt at the back of his waist.

You despicable person.

Scumbag.

They all deserve to die.

Song Yulu lunged forward, her shoulder slamming into Yang Axiu's chest, forcefully pushing her into the house.

With a "bang," he slammed the security door shut behind him.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Axiu was pushed and stumbled, hitting her waist on the corner of the table.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Song Yulu lunged forward and grabbed her hair. The two instantly rolled around in a ball.

Yang Axiu is usually lazy and loves to eat, but when she really puts her mind to work, she is not as strong as Song Yulu.

She was pinned to the ground and slapped several times, which made her completely lose her temper. Her hands grabbed wildly at the table and found a pair of sharp scissors she usually used for cutting clothes.

She stabbed him with her backhand.

"Pfft." The tip of the scissors pierced directly into Song Yulu's left shoulder.

Song Yulu let out a muffled groan.

The excruciating pain didn't make her let go; instead, it brought out the ruthless determination she had inside her to tear the other person apart.

She grabbed Yang Axiu's wrist, which was holding the scissors, and used her body weight to press it down hard.

With her wrist bent backward, Yang Axiu released her grip in pain.

Song Yulu pulled out the scissors, held them in reverse, and blindly stabbed downwards twice.

One snip, two snips.

They stabbed Yang Axiu in the stomach.

Fresh blood gushed out, instantly soaking a large area of ​​his clothes.

Yang Axiu's eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly agape, blood and foam stuck in her throat, making a hoarse "hoarse" sound.

"Help...help me..."

Song Yulu knelt on the ground, holding a bloodstained pair of scissors in her hand, a strange smile spreading across her lips.

"You all have to die." Song Yulu pressed down hard on the scissors in her hand.

Yang Axiu rolled her eyes, exhaling more than she inhaled.

Song Yulu suddenly shivered.

Reason returned.

We can't just go in like this.

Those two scoundrels should not be executed.

She glanced at Yang Axiu on the ground and released the scissors.

The cleaver on my lower back was digging into my back and causing a sharp pain.

Bringing a knife was a huge mistake; if it's discovered, it will be considered premeditated murder.

Song Yulu immediately got up, rushed into Yang Axiu's kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, and hid the kitchen knife under a pile of tattered rags at the very back.

Then she ran back to the living room and began to howl shrilly at the top of her lungs.

"Help!"

Song Yulu's voice pierced through the security door and echoed throughout the corridor: "I'll listen to you, I'll give Youde to you. You can't leave me no way to survive."

As she howled, she took two steps back and slammed her head against the iron ridge on the living room door frame.

A muffled thud.

His forehead was smashed open, and blood flowed down half of his face.

Song Yulu covered her head, opened the security door, and fell out.

"Help..." Song Yulu collapsed onto the concrete floor of the corridor.

The security door next door was pulled open instantly.

The neighbor, an elderly woman, and her daughter-in-law rushed out.

Grandma hugged Song Yulu tightly: "Girl, how are you?"

"She tried to kill me with scissors..." Song Yulu pointed into the room, her voice barely audible, "but I dodged it... I grabbed the scissors... and stabbed her once..."

The daughter-in-law peeked into the room and her legs went weak. Blood was everywhere.

"Mom! Go call the police!" the daughter-in-law shouted, her voice cracking.