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

The conversation in the courtyard stopped.

Wang Zhihe was drinking tea when he almost choked on it.

More than a dozen eyes were fixed on Song Qiang.

"What?" Song Xianglan's eyes widened. "You've been secretly having another illegitimate daughter these past few years?"

She slapped him as she spoke.

"I'll beat you to death, you beast who can't control your lower body. You've made a few bucks and you've forgotten who you are. Is your brain filled with sperm or feces?"

Song Xianglan slapped her several times in a row.

Song Qiang held his head in his hands.

"Third Aunt...don't hit me. It's not what you think."

Song Xianglan spat:

"A shameless old man. Even a stray dog ​​is more disciplined than you."

Everyone remained silent.

Song Qiang: ...

"Can't you think of anything more positive? Auntie, am I really that untrustworthy?"

Song Xianglan snorted coldly:

"Your dark history could fill a book, how can we believe you?"

Song Qiang touched his reddened cheek.

"Third Aunt, your hands are like iron palms. Let me explain..."

"You tell me. If you can't explain it clearly, you'll just get beaten up."

"I went to the border of Yunnan Province to buy raw jade stones a while ago," Song Qiang quickly explained, otherwise he would get beaten up again.

"I heard a story while having dinner with some local friends. A narcotics officer was exposed and killed while on the border. His wife, who was already ill and pregnant, couldn't bear the shock and died along with him."

The room was completely silent.

The night wind rustled the leaves of the trees in the yard.

"Only a little girl who was a little over three years old was left behind."

Song Qiang continued, "All the elderly people in the police officer's family have passed away, and the woman's side has an older brother. But the family is poor, and they are afraid of being retaliated against by drug dealers, so they really dare not raise this child."

"After hearing this, I felt a huge weight on my heart."

Song Qiang's voice was hoarse, "That child's father was a great hero. He lost his life so that we could live in peace. His daughter can't be left without even a place to eat."

He leaned back in his chair.

"I asked a friend to use his connections to let me see the child for a moment."

"She sat alone in the courtyard of the orphanage, ignoring everyone and being very shy. The aunties at the orphanage said that several families wanted to adopt her, but she would scream and hit anyone who approached her."

Song Qiang paused.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I walked over and squatted down in front of her." Song Qiang gestured with both hands. "I didn't say anything, I just held out my hands. And guess what happened?"

Everyone was staring at him.

She stared at my face for a while, then rushed over and hugged my neck, wanting me to hold her.

Song Xianglan pursed her lips and asked softly:

"Is it because you look a bit like her deceased father?"

"I don't know."

Song Qiang's eyes reddened slightly. "This might be fate. At that moment, I decided that I would take her away from the orphanage."

I went through all the approval procedures, and she came back to Shenzhen with me. When I returned to Qingyang, she came back too, and Yifeng and the others helped me take care of the children.

Song Bei: "Second brother, you handled this matter very well."

"From now on, she will be my daughter, Song Qiang's daughter."

Song Qiang picked up his teacup. "Counting the previous six, she's the seventh, making a total of seven phoenixes. I can finally say goodbye to my life. Now it's up to them to see which one is willing to take in a son-in-law and continue my family line."

The branches, though flourishing, remain unresolved.

"Even if there are no sons, daughters still want to find husbands?"

Song Qiang nodded.

"Whoever marries a son-in-law will get a larger share of the inheritance. I work hard to earn money, and the inheritance will be divided into eight parts, with the one whose child takes my surname getting a larger share."

Sheng Ruzhi: ...

She and Liu Yukun only had one child.

Liu Yukun seemed to sense her worry and took her hand.

"We are different. The decision to have children or not is yours. If you don't want to have children, I can get a tubal ligation."

Everyone: ...

Song Qiang awkwardly touched his nose.

Song Xianglan looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

a long time.

She raised her teacup and touched it to Song Qiang's.

"Song Qiang, your private life is really terrible. Your mind is more feudal than the soil in Qin Shi Huang's tomb. But you've done a great service this time."

Everyone raised their teacups.

The lamplight cast shimmering light on the tea.

Even the night breeze seemed to warm up a bit.

Tomorrow is the most joyous and lively day in Xiaoquan Village.

"Third Aunt, it was your unwavering commitment to charity that changed my mind," Song Qiang said shyly. "But my belief that the family genealogy should be continued remains unchanged."

She does not desire to have a son.

Later, I'll let my daughters find husbands. "Surely one of my seven daughters will be willing?"

Everyone laughed.

"You'd definitely be willing to earn more money."

Seeing that it was almost time, everyone went home.

Zhou Fang held Cong Ying's hand.

The two walked home.

When I arrived at my doorstep, a figure emerged from the shadows and blocked my way.

By the light of the street lamp, Cong Ying could see who it was.

She is Zhou Fang's mother.

"What's wrong so late at night?" Zhou Fang paused, his face turning cold.

Zhou's mother's cloudy gaze swept over Cong Ying, her eyes revealing a mixture of scrutiny and doubt.

Why would a perfectly healthy doctor treat Zhou Fang so badly?

My eyesight is poor.

"You're getting married again soon, and the banquet will last all day. How much money will that cost? Look how difficult things are for me now. Your brothers can't even afford to eat meat once a day."

"You're brothers, after all. Helping them out will also benefit you."

"Only your blood relatives will truly care about you. Others may be kind to you for a reason, so don't let them blind you."

Zhou Fang didn't respond.

He stared at her coldly.

Seeing that he remained silent, Zhou's mother continued:

"Your house is so big and no one lives here. Instead of letting it gather dust and attract rats, can't I, as your mother, move in and live here for a while? At least it will bring some life to your place."

"Your father and I are bringing your nephew to stay with us. As for your brothers..."

"Go back first." Zhou Fang turned to look at Cong Ying and released her hand.

Cong Ying understood that the mother and son had something to say.

It would be unsightly to make things worse here.

She nodded. "I'll go back to the yard and wait for you."

Cong Ying's figure disappeared around the corner.

"Don't even think about the house. There's no way you can live there." Zhou Fang's tone was flat and emotionless. "I've already been adopted out of the family register. I'm no longer your son. You've come to the wrong person asking for the house."

"I have brothers of different surnames, who are more reliable than those of the same surname."

Zhou's mother's expression changed. "Even if you're adopted, you still came from my womb. Without my ten months of pregnancy, where would you be? You think you can sever our blood ties with just a few words?"

"You ungrateful wretch! I knew you weren't a good person."

"For the sake of you giving birth to me and raising me."

Zhou Fang was too lazy to argue with her. He took out ten yuan from his pocket and held it in his hand. "I'll give you ten yuan every month, not a penny more."

Zhou's mother stared at the ten yuan, her eyes flickered, but she didn't take it.

Ten yuan isn't enough to live a comfortable life with good food and drinks.

Not to mention showing off her mother-in-law status in front of her other daughters-in-law.

She originally planned to make a large sum of money, preferably enough to move into Zhou Fang's house.