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

Song Xianglan felt a fire rising in her chest.

Huang Asan's family consisted of a widowed mother and several half-grown children who were just there to eat and drink; it was a complete mess.

She turned and called out to the counter, "Boss, give me another bowl of herbal pork rib soup."

Herbal remedies can help clear heat.

She desperately needs to calm down right now.

When the pork rib soup was served, Song Xianglan took three large gulps to calm her agitation.

She put down the soup bowl and looked directly into Daya's eyes.

"You need to go back and talk to your aunt about this," Song Xianglan said. "She'll give you some good advice. Your aunt knows better than you what kind of life Huang Asan's family can have in that muddy mess."

Yu Daya pouted.

His face was full of disbelief.

"Why do you all believe my aunt?" Yu Daya sneered. "Is there anyone normal in our family? My grandma is insanely jealous of you, and we used to be jealous of your family too."

Song Xianglan smiled.

"I love seeing your grandma jealous of me, but unable to do anything about it."

She leaned forward slightly. "As for your aunt, she used to be a jerk, and she might still be a jerk in the future. But now that she's making money, she genuinely wants to make up for what she owed your father. This kind of opportunity won't come again if you miss it. Don't be stubborn and think too much about it."

Yu Daya fell silent.

Song Xianglan sighed.

His gaze fell on the still-childish face opposite him.

"Da Ya, you're still young, only sixteen or seventeen." Song Xianglan's tone softened. "Your future holds countless possibilities."

You can attend a vocational school, work in the city, or do business.

But if you step into Huang Asan's house now and give birth to this child, you'll only have one possibility left.

"What's possible?" Yu Daya looked up.

"That's like becoming the epitome of countless grandmothers in our village." Song Xianglan spoke very slowly, word by word, "Serving her mother-in-law while heavily pregnant, washing clothes for the whole family, cooking for the whole family. Enduring scolding and mistreatment, having no money to raise her child. Before she was even thirty, her face had turned yellow and sallow."

The chopsticks in Yu Daya's hand slipped down.

She never thought about the future.

Huang Asan said he would treat her well and take her out for delicious food.

The two played together.

Where the money comes from doesn't seem to be something she's considering.

"Your aunt has taken a wrong path for over a decade and suffered great losses. Now she's willing to spend money to pave the right path for you and give you a helping hand." Song Xianglan reached out and gently touched Yu Daya's cheek, her voice filled with affection.

"You're still young."

These heart-wrenching words completely shattered Yu Daya's carefully constructed facade.

Yu Daya lowered her head and closed her eyes.

I desperately tried to hold back my tears.

"Both of my older brothers dropped out of junior high school to work. During the Lunar New Year, you can't even see a soul in sight, let alone have any money. We don't even know if they have any money at all."

My mom argues with my grandma every day at home. When she gets tired of arguing, she sits by the door and curses my dad, who's probably nowhere to be found.

Yu Daya wiped her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"This family is a mess. I'm like a worm stuck in the mud, unable to crawl out no matter how hard I try. My mom says that because I'm part of the Yu family, I'm just like the heartless Yu family."

Song Xianglan listened and handed her a piece of paper.

"I just said you're still young," Song Xianglan said. "Your life has countless possibilities ahead of you; there's no need to drown yourself in this quagmire."

"Grandma Song, if only you were my real grandma," Daya said, her voice choked with emotion.

"Give me a break."

Song Xianglan pouted, looking disgusted. "What kind of miserable life do I have? It's not enough that I'm stuck with that wicked Yang Dashan, I also have to be paired with that old bone of your grandfather? Just say you want to kill me."

Yu Daya burst out laughing at these words, her tears turning into laughter.

The two checked out and left.

It's just a few steps to the barbershop.

Yu Daya, however, dawdled and clung tightly to Song Xianglan's arm, refusing to let go.

"Grandma Song, can you come back with me?" Daya shook her hand and pleaded, "She'll definitely beat me to death if I go back alone."

Song Xianglan looked down at the hand that was gripping her.

Ten years ago, if that annoying granddaughter had dared to pull her like that in the street, she would have slapped her across the face long ago.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it today.

This is really weird.

Song Xianglan thought to herself that she was indeed getting old and her heart had softened. Faced with such a vibrant young girl, she couldn't bring herself to hate her, no matter how annoying she was.

"Let go." Song Xianglan said sternly, "Do I really need to carry you in a sedan chair for just these two steps?"

He was cursing.

Her feet followed the direction, leading Yu Daya towards the barbershop.

In the hair salon, Yu Xiujuan had just finished blow-drying a customer's hair.

Turning around, I saw Yu Daya huddled behind Song Xianglan as she entered.

"Are you full?" Yu Xiujuan patted the stray hairs off her hands. "If you're full, watch how I wash hair. You'll learn to wash customers' hair first."

"Don't rush to teach her the trade," Song Xianglan said, standing at the door. She called Yu Xiujuan to the door and whispered, "She's pregnant. You should take her to the hospital for a checkup."

Yu Xiujuan stood there, stunned.

"What did you say?" She turned to look at Yu Daya.

"I'm pregnant," Song Xianglan said again, though she was young and hard of hearing.

The barbershop fell silent instantly.

"You brat!" Yu Xiujuan suddenly screamed, her eyes turning completely red.

She turned around and looked around the store, then grabbed a broom from the corner.

"I'm going to beat you to death today. How old are you? You shameless thing, are you so loose-fitting?" Yu Xiujuan swung a broom and rushed over.

Yu Daya screamed in fright and turned to run away.

"Get out of the way." Yu Xiujuan pushed open the shop door and chased after her.

The two customers in the shop were dumbfounded.

Song Xianglan shook her head, too lazy to get involved.

She turned around, picked up her bag from the bench, dusted it off, and planned to go to the intersection to hail a tricycle to go home.

As soon as I stepped out of the store, someone grabbed my leg.

Yu Daya huddled up in a ball, trembling as she clung to Song Xianglan's legs.

"Grandma Song, help! My aunt has gone mad!"

Yu Xiujuan, holding a broom, chased after them, trembling with anger. She pointed at Yu Daya and yelled, "Let go of Aunt Song! Even if I break your legs today, it's better than you being gossiped about behind your back while you're heavily pregnant!"

Song Xianglan looked down at Daya and pouted:

"If I were your own grandmother, your legs wouldn't be here by now. Would you still be the one clinging to my coattails?"

Yu Daya's face turned pale:

"Grandma Song, can you please stop being so violent?"

"Get out of the way." Song Xianglan turned around and stopped Yu Xiujuan, who was panting.

"Alright." Song Xianglan grabbed the broom handle. "If you catch her, give her a good whack to vent your anger. But don't really hurt her. Her body hasn't fully developed yet. If you really hurt her, whether she has a child or an abortion, it will damage her own foundation."

Yu Xiujuan threw the broom.

He grabbed Yu Daya and pulled her close.

He raised his hand and punched Da Ya hard twice on the back.

"You good-for-nothing. I'm not good enough, and neither am I. I'm already in my early twenties before I'm even getting married." Yu Xiujuan cried as she hit him.

Yu Daya didn't run away this time; she gritted her teeth and endured several blows.

Only when Xiujuan was tired of hitting her did Daya wipe her face and raise her head.

"Auntie, please don't tell Mom, okay?"

"So now you're afraid of your mother?" Yu Xiujuan laughed angrily. "She's your own mother, how could you hide this from me?"

"It's no use talking to her." Yu Daya's voice was cold. "She knows that not only will she not help me, but she will also go to the Huang family and make a scene, demanding a dowry from Huang Asan. As long as the money is enough, she can pack me up and send me to the Huang family overnight."

Yu Xiujuan's movements froze in mid-air.

She knows her sister-in-law too well.

Every word Da Ya said was true.

Birds of a feather flock together; there really isn't a normal person in the Yu family.

She gritted her teeth: "Fine. I won't tell."

Song Xianglan patted the dust off her clothes.

"Don't worry at all. Even if your mother sees me, she will never ask a single question about you. She has nothing to say to me. Your grandmother might ask where your father is."