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

One of them, still not giving up, casually shook his leg and said, "Old lady, our General Manager Yang's family has very strong connections; they have people in the city. If you piss us off, you'll be in big trouble."

Song Xianglan's eyes were cold.

"Her connections are strong? You'll see tomorrow just how strong they really are. You'd better not be accomplices, or you'll never have the chance to be filial to your parents in this lifetime."

He left those words behind.

Song Xianglan turned and left.

There is a public phone booth on the street corner.

She went over and called Song Qiang.

The call was connected.

Song Xianglan launched into a tirade of abuse:

"Song Qiang, you heartless bastard! Are you also using Xiang Dong's name to do bad things outside?"

Song Qiang on the other end of the phone was baffled by the scolding.

"Third Aunt? What are you talking about? What did I do? How could I do something bad in Xiang Dong's name? I may be slow-witted, but I'm not stupid to an extreme degree."

"What have you done? Your ex-wife, Yang Liu, is using the guise of being a relative of Xiang Dong to swindle people." Song Xianglan patted the metal of the phone booth. "Is Xiang Dong's name something her foul mouth can just utter?"

Song Qiang gasped, his tone immediately changing.

"Third Aunt, I really don't know anything about this. I'll go find Yang Liu right now and ask her for an explanation."

What is Song Xiangdong's current status?

That kind of relationship is a life-saving trump card in critical moments.

Let alone showing it off, we wouldn't even dare to mention it normally.

Now look what's happened, his ex-wife, a complete stranger, is using him to spread rumors and make a big deal out of him.

Song Xianglan didn't let him off the hook, pressing him for answers:

"Yang Liu used some insider information to make money through stock speculation. You dare say you didn't hear a single thing about it?"

Song Qiang's voice trembled:

"I...I heard her mention it briefly. She said she had connections, but I just thought it was one of her clients or boyfriend bragging, and I didn't take it seriously. None of us cousins ​​would use our relationship with Xiang Dong to do business, so why would she let her say that?"

Song Xianglan hung up the phone.

I walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

"Master, to Mingzhu Garden."

The car was parked at the entrance of the residential area.

Song Xianglan went upstairs familiarly and stood in front of Yang Liu's house, banging on the door.

The door opened.

Yang Liu's hair was disheveled, she was wearing a silk nightgown, and she reeked of alcohol.

I was out partying until midnight last night.

I just got up, and my eyes are still swollen.

Make sure you can see who's outside the door.

Yang Liu paused for a moment, then opened her arms to welcome the guest, "Oh, Third Aunt, you've finally arrived..."

Song Xianglan suddenly thrust her shoulder forward.

Yang Liu was knocked backward several times.

She squeezed into the room, slammed the door shut, and locked it from the inside.

Yang Liu hadn't even settled down yet.

A solid slap landed on her face.

"Clap clap clap!"

Song Xianglan slapped him hard across the face several times in a row.

Yang Liu was stunned by the blow, and screamed while covering her face:

"Third Aunt, you're old and crazy, why are you hitting me?"

Song Xianglan grabbed her hair and pulled it down.

Why did I hit you? You're going around lying around with that rotten head of yours. If you can't afford to live, just take a piss and drown yourself. That way you won't cause trouble everywhere.

"What did I lie about?" Yang Liu struggled desperately.

Song Xianglan pressed her knee against her stomach and slapped her repeatedly.

"Your brain is nothing but lewdness and filth. Someone like you, how could you possibly educate my grandchildren to get into Tsinghua or Peking University? My son and daughter-in-law are even less capable than a conman with only an elementary school education like you?"

Yang Liu's heart skipped a beat.

She had originally planned to trick Song Xianglan into coming over.

This old woman has money; we'll coax and trick her into investing some in the stock group.

With the old lady of the Song family in charge, things got under control.

It can also attract more fat sheep.

How did all the boasts she bragged about to those investors in private end up in Song Xianglan's ears?

"Third Aunt, let me explain!" Yang Liu cried out as she dodged, "We're relatives. If you don't care about me, you should at least care about Yi Feng and her sisters."

Song Xianglan stopped.

Yang Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Xianglan spat in her face.

"Humans and dogs are different. What kind of kinship do you have with me? Your surname is Yang, and mine is Song. Going back eight thousand years, we weren't even related."

If you tolerate it for a moment, they will take an inch; if you back down, they will become even more aggressive.

To deal with a dog that can't be fed, you have to beat it to death.

Yang Liu felt her blood rush to her head.

She's used to being pampered in public; she's never been treated like this before.

"You old hag, you're asking for it!" Yang Liu lunged forward, brandishing her claws, ready to retaliate.

She was considerably younger than Song Xianglan.

But she went to bars and drank every night, indulging in sex and staying up all night, and her body was already completely drained.

In contrast, Song Xianglan has been exercising every day for the past few years.

I eat sea cucumber, fish maw, cordyceps, and dendrobium continuously, and my body is very healthy.

Song Xianglan dodged to the side, grabbed Yang Liu's wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction.

Yang Liu screamed and fell to the ground.

Song Xianglan climbed on top of her, grabbed her pajamas by the collar, and slapped her again.

The living room was filled with the muffled thuds of a physical struggle and the woman's screams.

Yang Liu's hair flew wildly after being hit, and blood was flowing from her nose.

She went crazy, yelling and cursing at the top of her lungs:

"You old bastard! Why don't you just die? You came to my house and beat me up. When Yifeng comes back, I'll have her kill you all."

Empress Wu Zetian lost her mind after her husband died.

She forgot her daughter, Song Yifeng, and wished she could sever all mother-daughter ties with her.

It also overestimated Yifeng's position in Song Xianglan's heart.

Song Xianglan sneered and hit harder.

"You're a hopeless case. The smell from your crotch could kill every male mosquito within a ten-mile radius. When Yifeng gets back, she'll give you a good beating first."

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

"Willow! Open the door!"

Yang Liu grasped at a straw as if it were her lifeline.

A heart-wrenching scream:

"Help! Murder! Help..."

She was terrified that this old woman would beat her to death here today.

Song Xianglan loosened her grip.

"I'm not going to bother killing you. At most, I'll beat you into a pig's head. Your messy affairs can be investigated by the police later."

Song Xianglan walked to the door, turned the deadbolt, and opened the door.

Song Qiang, panting heavily, stood outside the door.

Yang Liu struggled to her feet and threw herself at Song Qiang, feeling wronged.

"Song Qiang, look, your third aunt is going to kill me."

Song Qiang's face darkened.

He swung his arm and delivered a solid slap to Yang Liu's other cheek.

Yang Liu was so hit that she fell to the ground with a thud.

She stared at Song Qiang in disbelief.

We've been married and divorced for so many years.

Song Qiang never laid a finger on her.

"Song Qiang...you dare hit me?" Yang Liu screamed, her voice cracking. "You two, aunt and niece from the Song family, ganged up on me."

Song Qiang pointed at her nose and cursed:

"Beating you is too lenient. You've been using Xiang Dong's name to swindle and cheat people outside. If you want to die, don't drag my whole family down with you."

"I didn't use his name. I said I was Song Xiangdong's cousin. He trusted me, that's why he invested in me. What right do you have to hit me?"

Song Xianglan stood by and made sarcastic remarks:

"Don't sit on the ground and croak like a toad. We've already hit you, what can you do about it?"

Yang Liu pointed at the two men: "Fine. I'm going to call the police and have you arrested for intentional assault."

Song Xianglan pointed to the door: "Hurry up. If you don't call, I will."

Yang Liu's eyes darted away.

"What...what do you mean?" Her voice trembled. "If I get arrested, a criminal record will affect Yifeng and the others' future marriages. Aren't you afraid I'll turn around and say Song Xiangdong ordered me to do it?"

Song Xianglan slapped her twice more.

"You dare to slander my son? I'll beat you to death, you shameless beast!" Throwing dirty water on Song Xiangdong would definitely affect his career. If she were to talk about sentimentality with her again, Song Xianglan might as well just throw her brain away.

"You're neither human nor ghost. You won't live past tomorrow. The moment your two skins move, you're thinking of doing something bad."

Yang Liu gave up entirely.

"People who have connections with officials can benefit from it, but we don't get any advantage at all. I just casually mentioned that I was related to Xiang Dong and that I often went to his house to take care of things. I knew some insider information about stocks, and that's how he started giving me money."

Why should I refuse money that someone forced on me?

Look how angry you are, your eyes are practically about to explode! What are you all so envious of as I get rich?

"If you were so capable, maybe I could make money like this. Why should you all live better than me? I'm destined to be poor. They say it's for my own good, letting me open a restaurant, but running a restaurant is nowhere near as lucrative as investing in stocks."

Song Xianglan angrily retorted, "You're chewing on maggots, your breath reeks of shit. You want to make money quickly, so you use Xiang Dong's name to swindle people? My Xiang Dong doesn't even know who you are, you dung beetle who crawled out of a latrine."

"Third Aunt, scolding me won't do any good. I know him, I've even been to his house." Yang Liu spread her hands. "You'd better pray I'm alright. Otherwise, I'll just pin the blame on him, and see if it's his bad luck or mine!"

Song Xianglan stepped forward and unleashed a flurry of punches on her.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Three uniformed police officers appeared at the door.

The lead policeman scanned the people in the room, his gaze lingering on the bloodstains on the floor and the scattered furniture.

"Who is Yang Liu?" the policeman asked.

Song Xianglan pointed to the swollen woman lying on the ground.

"Comrade, the pig's head on the ground is Yang Liu."

Yang Liu pointed at Song Xianglan and screamed:

"Officer, she broke into my house and beat me."

Song Qiang stood in front of Song Xianglan.

"Officer, this woman is my ex-wife. She shamelessly used my daughter's and city leaders' names to swindle money. I couldn't hold back and hit her."

The policeman frowned.

"Did you hit him?"

Song Qiang nodded.

"I did it. What she did was utterly despicable. But don't worry, I promise I won't lay a hand on her again; I'll leave it all to the police."

Yang Liu was so angry she jumped up and down.

"You're talking nonsense! It was clearly that old woman who hit me. She's the one who gave me the bruises on my face."

Song Xianglan sighed.

His back was slightly hunched, and his voice sounded somewhat weak:

"Officer, look at me. I'm an old woman who gets out of breath just climbing one flight of stairs. How could I possibly beat up a young and strong woman like her?"

The police looked at Song Xianglan, who had a full head of silver hair and a kind face.

Looking at the willow tree throwing a tantrum, he had already made up his mind.

The lead policeman stepped forward and took out shiny handcuffs.

"Yang Liu, someone has reported you to the police for suspected fundraising fraud. Come with us."

The cold handcuffs clicked onto Yang Liu's wrists.

Yang Liu's legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground.

Song Xianglan added:

"Officer, she's not only committing fraud, she's also going around claiming to be related to a certain leader in the city. This is extremely serious, you must investigate this thoroughly, we can't let a good leader take the blame for this kind of fraud."

The police officer's expression turned serious.

"We'll verify it. Take it with you."

Two policemen carried Yang Liu outside.

Yang Liu understood everything now.

All her plans were ruined by this old woman.

"Song Qiang, you'd better save me."

Yang Liu was dragged down the stairwell, screaming desperately all the way.

"Song Xianglan, you will die a horrible death. My life has been ruined by your Song family... I'm going to expose your son's dirty secrets."

The piercing screams echoed in the stairwell.

The room fell silent.

Song Xianglan said to Song Qiang, "I won't let Yang Liu get away with this. I brought a voice recorder with me today."

She took out a voice recorder.

We'll hold off on giving it to the police for now, and see if there's anyone behind Yang Liu.

Song Qiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Third Aunt, we are so grateful to you for helping us today. If she had really dragged Xiang Dong into this, it would have been a huge disaster."

"If you're upright, you have nothing to fear from these demons and monsters." Song Xianglan turned and walked out. "Go back and call Yifeng, tell her the whole story. Let her not feel guilty."