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

The main street of the town.

Yu Xiujuan's hair salon is located on a street corner.

The storefront is spacious, and the signboard has several large characters painted in red.

The most eye-catching thing is the red, white and blue rotating light tube standing at the entrance.

This is a rare sight in town.

The interior decoration is completely modeled after the large barbershop in the new city.

Half of the wall was tiled, and three large mirrors were installed.

Several black leather barber chairs gleamed.

There are two types of shampoo: dry shampoo and wet shampoo.

The elderly people in the village dared not go in.

I always feel like going in for a haircut would cost me half a month's worth of food.

Most people still wait in the village for the barber to come and go from street to street.

Several young people who had been there didn't dare to tell anyone when they came back.

So, while Granny Yu and her family cursed and complained throughout the village, no one told them about Yu Xiujuan opening a shop in town.

The motorcycle came to a stop in front of the barbershop.

Song Xianglan took out the key and led a few people inside.

There were no customers in the store.

Yu Xiujuan was sitting in a chair flipping through an old magazine.

Hearing the doorbell ring, I looked up and froze on the spot.

"Aunt Song...Aunt Song, you brought people with you?" Yu Xiujuan's face was a little pale.

She was terrified that the ugly girl would reveal that she ran a barbershop in town and that Widow Wang didn't have a good relationship with her family.

The ugly woman stood behind Song Xianglan.

Upon seeing the shop owner's face, his eyes widened instantly.

She grabbed Song Xianglan's arm and raised her voice eight octaves.

"Lanlan, are you crazy? Why did you bring us here?"

Liu Chou-nu pointed at Yu Xiujuan's nose. "This is a member of the Yu family. Her whole family is so jealous of you. They wish they could use a megaphone to tell everyone how bad you are. When did you get along with your enemy? Yu Xiujuan has always been quick to put you down."

"Rich people are all different. I'm petty, anyway."

The atmosphere in the store instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Widow Wang was also stunned.

Xiaoxia took half a step back.

Xiao Yan leaned against Song Xianglan, looking at the embarrassed woman opposite her.

"What are you yelling about?" Song Xianglan said calmly. "I'm here to make money, she dares to kick me out?"

Yu Xiujuan coughed lightly, bent down to pick up the magazine from the ground, and dusted it off.

"A guest is a guest," Yu Xiujuan forced a smile. "Aunt Song, who here gets a haircut?"

Song Xianglan pulled up a chair and sat down. "Your Aunt Juhong is getting married today. Give her a stylish updo to celebrate. Cut Xiaoyan's hair short and give her a delicate and beautiful haircut."

The ugly woman was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"There's more than one hair salon in town. Let's go somewhere else; I'm not staying here."

"Change what?" Song Xianglan laughed, pulling the ugly woman away. "In this town, only her family's cooking is good enough for me. Isn't that right, Yu Xiujuan?"

"Auntie, please have a seat."

Yu Xiujuan then said, "Aunt Juhong, let me wash your hair first."

Liu Chounu snorted coldly and found a seat closest to the door.

After Widow Wang finished washing her hair and sat down in the chair, she began to stare at the scissors in Yu Xiujuan's hand.

The way she acted made it seem like if Yu Xiujuan dared to make a single careless cut, she would pounce on her and smash the shop to pieces.

Widow Wang sat awkwardly in the barber's chair, looking at herself in the mirror.

Skin exposed to wind and sun, wrinkles around the eyes.

"Don't be nervous." Yu Xiujuan unfolded the apron and wrapped it around Widow Wang's neck. "Marriage is a good thing. I'll roll it up for you and add a red hair clip."

Yu Xiujuan's skills are indeed excellent.

The scissors flew up and down, quickly trimming Widow Wang's messy, stray hairs neatly.

Song Xianglan leaned back in her chair, looking at the two people in the mirror.

"Yu Xiujuan, you've kept your shop quite low-key," Liu Chounu said. "With your mother's temper, it's a miracle she didn't come to town to smash your signboard."

The sound of the scissors paused for a moment.

Yu Xiujuan glanced at Song Xianglan in the mirror and knew that she hadn't told Liu Chounu and the others about her situation.

"I'm separated from my family. They don't know I'm here."

"Easier said than done. Everyone knows how much your mother used to dote on you. After you two had that falling out, she hated you to the core. When your mother comes knocking on your door, let's see how you handle it."

"If she really comes knocking, I have ways to deal with her." Yu Xiujuan changed her curling iron and plugged it in.

After half an hour.

Widow Wang looked at herself in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself.

Her hair was permed into beautiful waves, pinned up on the side, and adorned with a bright red pearl hair clip.

She looks ten years younger.

Xiaoxia's eyes lit up with joy. "Mom, you're so beautiful. Uncle Zhao will definitely be unable to take his eyes off you!"

Widow Wang blushed and reached out to touch her hair clip.

"What nonsense are you spouting, child?"

Liu Chounv laughed, "Xiao Yan is right. Tonight, Zhao Shengli will definitely be unable to get out of bed."

Widow Wang: ...

"Xiao Yan, come sit down." Song Xianglan pointed to the empty chair.

Xiao Yan reluctantly touched her two long braids before sitting down.

Yu Xiujuan walked over and gestured to indicate the length.

"Your hair is so well-maintained, it's a shame to cut it. Do you really want to cut it short?"

"Cut it." Song Xianglan made the final decision. "Leave it below your shoulders. Wrap up the cut hair and sell it."

Without a word, Yu Xiujuan cut the thick braid in one swift motion.

Xiao Yan felt a pang of sadness.

Liu Chounv stood up, walked to Song Xianglan's side, and pulled her out of the barbershop.

"What exactly are you up to? Knowing that the Yu family has a grudge against you, you still specially brought people to patronize her business? Do you think your life is too comfortable?"

Outside the barbershop.

A cold wind blew across the street corner.

"What's gotten into you today?" Liu Chounu glared at her, her voice low as she questioned, "How did that old woman from the Yu family always point her finger at you and yell at you?"

How did Yu Xiujuan bully you before? And you still went out of your way to support her business? Are you looking for trouble because you think life is too comfortable?

"What are you talking about? Every time they insulted me, I ended up hitting and yelling at them in return. When have I ever come out on the losing end?"

Song Xianglan leaned against the telephone pole and glanced at her sideways. "Yu Xiujuan suffered a great loss and has now changed her ways."

The ugly woman curled her lip, looking incredulous.

"A leopard can't change its spots. She has the Yu family blood in her veins," Liu Chounu sneered. "If she stabs you in the back again, you'll have nowhere to cry."

"Grandma Yu hasn't won once in all these years." Song Xianglan smiled faintly. "I'm a customer in this business. If Yu Xiujuan dares to say a word to me, I'll beat her senseless."

Liu Chounv was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Indeed, who have you, Song Xianglan, ever been afraid of?"

The knot in Liu Chounv's heart was untied. "I was worrying for nothing. I'm not upset anymore. I don't think I've ever seen you upset. No, wait, you used to fawn over Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun's family."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "Don't bring up the time you got kicked in the head by a donkey."

That's Song Xianglan's dark history.

Inside the barbershop.

Yu Xiujuan made a few final snips with her scissors and trimmed Xiaoyan's hair.

"Alright." Yu Xiujuan untied the apron and used a brush to sweep away the stubble of hair from Xiaoyan's neck.

Xiao Yan stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

The thick braids were gone, replaced by shoulder-length short hair.

She looked refreshed and neat.

"The haircut is nice," Yu Xiujuan said, examining Xiaoyan. "It's just that this old outfit doesn't quite match the hairstyle. The overall look is a bit plain."

Song Xianglan walked over and looked her up and down.

"Just be clean and fresh." Song Xianglan waved her hand. "When you go home later, I'll find you some new clothes to change into."

Zhang Shuting asked me to do her a favor and bring all the slightly flawed clothes from the Xincheng clothing store to Xiaoquan Village.

Those clothes are in excellent condition; no one can see any flaws in them. They'd fit you perfectly.

Xiao Yan was thrilled to hear that she would have new clothes to wear.

Their eyes lit up.

Widow Wang stood up from the stool and reached into her pocket.

"How much?" Widow Wang asked, holding a few banknotes in her hand.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiujuan took two steps back and waved her hands frantically.

"No money required. Really, no money needed." Yu Xiujuan shook her head. "Today is your big day, so consider this my congratulatory gift to you."