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

"Dating is a good thing. Why did you come back?"

"What a load of rubbish." Yu Xiujuan spat. "That dog of a man never tells the truth. He's always trying to curry favor with me, saying he's too busy making money to get married and is a bachelor, and he's in a hurry to find a wife and have kids."

I believed him because he was well-dressed and generous.

What happened?

One day, I was cutting someone's hair when his wife, accompanied by two other women, stormed into the shop. She grabbed my hair and beat me severely. She called me a shameless homewrecker and beat me so badly I ended up in the hospital for several days.

Song Xianglan was speechless with astonishment:

"You were tricked into becoming a mistress?"

"How was I supposed to know he was already married? I've even met his younger brother, and he keeps calling me 'sister-in-law'!" Yu Xiujuan was furious. "Whether he's married or not isn't written on his forehead. Why does his wife have the right to accuse me of seducing her husband as soon as she walks in the door? It's because her husband can't control his lower body."

"And then what? You just took a beating for nothing?"

Based on Song Xianglan's understanding of Xiujuan, this girl was definitely not one to suffer in silence.

"How could I possibly suffer a loss for nothing?"

Yu Xiujuan snorted coldly, "The day after I was discharged from the hospital, I found out where that bastard worked. I went straight to his workplace and made a scene with banners."

I accused him of being a swindler, a married man pretending to be single, and a lecherous scoundrel. A crowd gathered, even his boss came out. That bastard was terrified.

"He was afraid of losing his job, so he secretly begged me for forgiveness. I didn't hold back and forced a large sum of money out of him as compensation. I would have sent him to jail if he hadn't paid a penny less."

Song Xianglan nodded.

"You have to be ruthless to deal with this kind of scum. His wife is pitiful."

"I quit my job after taking the money." Yu Xiujuan lowered her voice. "I was afraid that the couple would recover and find someone to retaliate against me, and then sue me for extortion. I might as well take the money back to town, take over this shop, and go back to my old business."

Yu Xiujuan looked up at Song Xianglan, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

"Aunt Song, I don't want to go back to the village to see my parents for the time being. I've been reflecting on my actions while I've been away." Yu Xiujuan scratched her curly hair. "Back in the village, my mom and I were always arguing and causing trouble with people. We were definitely wrong."

"It's rare that you can understand this principle," Song Xianglan said.

"I've seen through it all now." Yu Xiujuan gritted her teeth. "My mother and I may have made many mistakes, but my father was even worse."

"Whenever something happens at home, he backs down and doesn't say a word. He lets my mother and me fight on the front lines like the villains. All the benefits and advantages go to him, and people still say he's an honest man."

Yu Xiujuan felt increasingly sad as she spoke. "That old man is shrewd; he's using us as pawns. My mother spoils me a lot. I'm lazy, selfish, and have no redeeming qualities."

Song Xianglan didn't respond, but picked up her soda and took another sip.

The father in the Yu family is indeed a silent, taciturn man who knows how to play dead.

"I don't want to think about anything else now. I just want to make money honestly. The person I feel most sorry for in my life is my older brother. In the future, when I make money, I will help the children he left behind."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan raised her eyelids slightly.

"If you really want to help your older brother's child, you'd better be more careful." Song Xianglan put the soda bottle on the coffee table.

Yu Xiujuan was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Your eldest brother's daughter has recently started dating a young hoodlum with blond hair. The other day she even went to the beach to fool around." Song Xianglan pointed outside the door. "A lot of people in town have seen them together all the time."

"Is that so?"

Yu Xiujuan stood up abruptly. "I'm so busy in this shop every day, I haven't even noticed. How old is Da Ya!"

"You'll run into her if you go out and wander around the streets more often," Song Xianglan casually remarked. "She's the easiest to fool at her age, and she'll suffer a great loss sooner or later."

Yu Xiujuan stamped her foot in anxiety, "I'll close the shop later and go to town to find her."

After recounting this, Yu Xiujuan's tone softened.

"Aunt Song, how are my parents doing now?"

Song Xianglan glanced at her and told the truth:

"What else can happen? Your mother's back is terribly hunched over now, and she looks much older. Every day she squats at the door and when she sees someone passing by, she either curses them in a sarcastic tone or grabs them and asks if they've seen your older brother, Yu Pengfei. She's almost gone mad."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiujuan's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She turned her head away, her voice trembling with tears:

"Why can't she get rid of that sharp tongue? What good does it do her to offend everyone?"

"Even though there's no conflict with anyone, they still like to curse at others."

The two were talking.

A man and a woman strolled leisurely down the narrow street outside the shop.

Song Xianglan, with her sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of the figure through the glass door.

"Isn't that Yu Daya?" Song Xianglan pointed to the door.

Yu Xiujuan turned her head and looked in the direction Song Xianglan pointed.

Outside the door, Yu Daya was wearing denim shorts that barely covered her buttocks, a low-waisted tight-fitting short-sleeved top, a denim jacket, and tall boots. Her belly button was exposed, and she swayed her hips with every step.

Next to her was a young man with hair dyed like straw, whose hands were restlessly wrapped around Yu Daya's waist.

The two chatted and laughed, swearing all the while.

"Da Ya".

Yu Xiujuan's temper flared up. She rushed out of the hair salon and yelled at the retreating figure.

Yu Daya turned around when she heard the noise.

Upon recognizing Yu Xiujuan, her expression changed, and she instinctively hid behind the blond-haired boy.

"Get over here right now!" Yu Xiujuan pointed at Yu Daya. "What kind of messy clothes are you wearing? How old are you to be out here causing trouble?"

The blond-haired boy was displeased upon hearing this.

He released Yu Daya, tilted his head and walked up to Yu Xiujuan, looking her up and down.

"Who are you, ma'am? Mind your own business, huh?" The blond-haired guy grinned, revealing two yellow teeth. "You think I won't slap you across the face? She's my woman, what right do you have to insult her?"

As he spoke, the blond-haired boy raised his hand, pretending to hit Yu Xiujuan.

Song Xianglan, who had been sitting in the shop the whole time, couldn't help but...

She stood up, kicked off her right cloth shoe, bent down to pick it up, and held it in her hand.

"Who is the yellow-feathered chicken attacking?"

Before the blond-haired boy could react, Song Xianglan had already rushed over.

"Smack."

Song Xianglan swung the cloth shoe with its sole covered in dirt and slapped it hard down on the little blond boy's shoulder.

The blond-haired boy staggered after being hit.

"You old hag, how dare you hit me?" the blond-haired boy yelled as he turned around.

"I'm going to beat you up, you bastard." Song Xianglan twisted her wrist and slapped the little blond boy's shoulder hard with the sole of her shoe.

"You good-for-nothing!" Song Xianglan scolded as she hit him, her voice full of energy. "You can't even fit two ounces of sesame oil in your dog's belly. If you can't study, go find a proper factory to work in."

He's barely grown any pubic hair and already trying to seduce young girls on the street. Is there a nail growing in your crotch that's making you horny all over the place?

These words were vicious and loud.

Several passersby on the street couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The blond-haired boy was beaten so badly he ran away with his head in his hands.

He stepped back several paces.

He sniffed the spot where he had been hit, his face contorting in a grimace.

"Grandma, what's that smell like?" the blond-haired boy yelled, jumping up and down while covering his nose. "How long has it been since you washed them? They stink to death!"

Song Xianglan casually tossed the cloth shoes in her hand to the ground, stretched out her foot, and skillfully stepped into them.

"You haven't washed it for a month or two, have you?"

Song Xianglan tapped her toes on the ground twice. "It's normal for work feet to sweat and smell a little. If you don't like the smell, stay away from me next time. Otherwise, I'll slap you in the face with a broom covered in poop next time."

The young man with yellow hair was speechless after being confronted. Seeing Song Xianglan's fierce demeanor, he didn't dare to fight back and turned to leave Yu Daya behind and run away.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yu Xiujuan grabbed Yu Daya's arm and dragged her into the barbershop with all her might.

"Come in with me, I'm going to teach you a lesson today," Yu Xiujuan scolded. "How old are you, dressed like this?"

Yu Daya was dragged into the shop while crying and wailing.

Song Xianglan stood by the roadside, a spark of gossip igniting in her heart.

The thought of going home was immediately forgotten.

Song Xianglan followed him into the barbershop in two quick steps.

Before entering, she turned back and shouted at the top of her lungs in the direction the blond-haired boy had run off into.

"Don't let me see you in town again, you blondie. I'll beat you up every time I see you. Next time, I'll pluck all your blond hair out."

After yelling, she pushed open the door and went into the store.

Inside, Yu Xiujuan had already grabbed a plastic comb and was chasing after Yu Daya, whipping her.

Song Xianglan pulled over the bench she had just sat down and began to watch the play with great interest.