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

Widow Wang's hand trembled as she held the aluminum lunchbox. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The next second, she suddenly burst out laughing.

"Sister Xianglan, there's no need to bother picking a date." Widow Wang wiped her eyes. "Shengli and I secretly went to town a few days ago and got our marriage certificate!"

The people at the table were all stunned.

"They got their marriage certificate already?" Nie Erhua's eyes widened.

"I've received it."

Widow Wang straightened her back. "Weren't they forcing me to give them a thousand yuan? Weren't they forcing me to swear a poisonous oath? Didn't they say I'd be buried in the Wang family cemetery even if I died? To hell with the Wang family ancestors!"

Widow Wang gritted her teeth and cursed.

"I can be buried wherever I want when I die. I'll never be buried in the same grave as that deadbeat. He didn't care about us when he was alive; he just dusted himself off and died."

When I was raising several children all by myself, working from dawn till dusk, and barely having enough to eat, why didn't the Wang family step in and act like superiors? I've suffered enough. Why should I have to serve them in the afterlife after I die? Dream on.

Song Xianglan found it very enjoyable.

"It's so frustrating to have to listen to other people arrange my funeral after I die." Many people thought that she and Yang Dashan should be buried together after they died.

Widow Wang sniffed.

"My eldest son, Ajin, was originally against me remarrying. He thought I was shameless and a disgrace to him. A few days ago, some of the uncles from the Wang family came to our house and made a scene, trying to rob me and force me to swear an oath."

"Ah Jin is a stubborn kid, but he's not one to back down when things get tough. He went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, stood on the doorstep, and pointed it at his uncles, threatening to sever ties with them."

Widow Wang mimicked her eldest son's tone, her voice sharp and fierce.

Ah Jin yelled at them: "You never lend me a penny, and now you're pointing fingers at me? If you dare to push my mother again, I'll kill you old beasts today!" This scared them all away.

Song Xianglan smiled slightly.

"After chasing them away, Ah Jin turned around and apologized to me. He said he was wrong before. He said those uncles and elders were rarely seen and didn't treat us like family at all. He said Uncle Shengli was a genuine person. As long as I wasn't wronged, he would agree a hundred percent."

Widow Wang let out a long, satisfying sigh.

"This kid has finally grown some backbone." Song Xianglan nodded. "Your Ajin is definitely better than that Zhuzi from the Da Hua family. He can tell right from wrong."

"Sister Xianglan, I'm waiting for you to come back and stand up for me."

Widow Wang looked at Song Xianglan and said, "I'm definitely going to have this wedding. We'll have a big, lavish one in the village to shut those people up."

Song Xianglan stood up directly from the stool.

"Why bother picking a date? There's no better time than today." Song Xianglan's tone was crisp and decisive. "I think tomorrow is a good day."

Widow Wang was stunned:

"tomorrow?"

Song Xianglan made the final decision: "When you encounter such a joyous event that turns bad things around, every day is a good day, and every moment is a good moment."

Go back immediately and tell Zhao Shengli to start preparing tonight.

We'll have a small wedding banquet at Zhao Shengli's house tomorrow; we'll all be there. Anyone who dares to step into the yard and cause trouble will be thrown out.

Widow Wang lunged forward and grabbed Song Xianglan by the neck.

He lowered his head and gave Song Xianglan a big kiss on the cheek.

"My dear Lanlan!" Widow Wang cried out, "You are truly my own elder sister!"

Song Xianglan pushed her away with disgust.

"Go away. Stop trying to get close to me." Song Xianglan wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. "Save that for kissing your Zhao Shengli."

Widow Wang turned around and rushed out of the shop in a flurry of activity.

A cold wind blew in from outside the shop.

They were quickly driven away by the heat in the store.

Xiao Ying and Xiao Yan each took a long-handled ladle and ladled out several bowls of hot soup.

"The food's getting cold," Xiao Ying exclaimed.

"Let's eat." Song Xianglan sat back down on the stool and picked up her chopsticks.

The family happily picked up their bowls.

The steaming dishes, mingled with the savory aroma of dogfish soup, filled the restaurant.

The food on the table was steaming.

Nie Erhua turned and went into the inner room, bringing out a slightly worn white porcelain jar.

"Third Aunt, I'm so happy today. This is sweet wine that I brewed myself with glutinous rice. Would you like to try some?" Nie Erhua uncorked the red cloth stopper from the jar and poured a large bowl of wine.

The aroma of wine, mingled with the sweet scent of rice, wafted through the air.

Song Xianglan picked up the bowl, took a sip, and her eyes lit up.

"Your skills have improved." Song Xianglan put down her bowl, picked up two empty glasses, and placed them in front of Xiao Yan and Yan Fangfang. "Fill them up. You two will have a couple of drinks with me today."

Xiao Yan withdrew her hand and shook her head repeatedly:

"Third Aunt, I don't drink alcohol. It hurts my throat."

"Try a bite. It's sweet." Song Xianglan brooked no refusal.

The meal was a lively and enjoyable affair.

The half-full jar of rice wine was empty.

Yan Fangfang's cheeks flushed from drinking, Xiao Yan only took a small sip, while Song Xianglan finished off the rest.

Just as she put down her chopsticks, Song Xianglan stood up, but her body suddenly swayed.

The effects of the alcohol started to kick in.

Nie Erhua quickly gathered the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

He turned and called out to Xiao Yan, who was about to get a rag.

"Xiao Yan, stop fussing." Nie Erhua pointed to the door. "It's so late at night, help your third aunt back home. She can stay at her house tonight. Tomorrow morning I'll go over and help clean the second and third floors thoroughly. Your third aunt just got back, don't let her touch any dust."

"Second Aunt, don't go tomorrow."

Xiao Yan quickly interjected, walking over and taking Song Xianglan's arm, "Cleaning and tidying up the house is my specialty. I'll take care of everything tomorrow, and you can stay at the shop and look after the business."

Nie Erhua didn't argue much.

He urged the two of them to leave.

The night air was a bit chilly.

As soon as I stepped outside, a cold wind rushed into my collar.

The wind made Song Xianglan's mind a little confused.

My feet felt unsteady, and my steps slowed down.

She hadn't gone far when Song Xianglan could no longer walk.

She pointed to the stone bench by the roadside.

"I can't walk anymore. Let's rest for a bit." Song Xianglan plopped down and rubbed her temples.

Xiao Yan sat down on the edge of the stool, turning her head to look at Song Xianglan's pale face with some anxiety.

"Third Aunt." Xiao Yan stood up, walked over to Song Xianglan, and squatted down. "How about I carry you back? It's not far."

"Will you carry me on your back?"

Song Xianglan looked at Xiao Yan's thin and frail body and burst out laughing.

"You think you're any better? Don't throw me into the ditch and crush your little frame. Sit still."

Xiao Yan scratched her head and had no choice but to sit back down on the stone bench.

"Are you settling into Qingyang?" Song Xianglan asked casually.

Xiao Yan clutched the hem of her clothes and nodded. "I'm used to it. The people here are nice. I can eat my fill, and I don't get scolded."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice: "A few days ago... I wrote a letter to Sister Yuena."

Song Xianglan turned to look at her.

"I told her that I would be staying in Xiaoquan Village from now on. I asked her to write back to me when she had time." Xiao Yan's eyes lit up when she mentioned Tang Yuena, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.