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

Qin Ping had been living a comfortable life these past few years, and her once thin figure had become quite plump. She entered the courtyard with a rounder build, carrying a red plastic bag. "Third Sister, I went to the morning market today and bought some small anchovies. I took two jin (about 1 kg) to share with your family."

The ugly woman was left to sit on the wooden bench.

She rolled her eyes.

There are no fish at the beach.

They take two pounds of small anchovies and act like they're some precious item, eagerly offering them as gifts.

Qin Ping continued walking forward on her own, muttering to herself:

"These small pomfret are really expensive now, costing seven or eight mao per jin. They're best pan-fried and served with congee or as a snack with drinks. I think they taste much better than yellowfin tuna."

Liu Chounv stood up. "Lanlan, I have something to do at home, so I'll head back now."

Qin Ping put down the plastic bag in her hand, a smile spreading across her face.

"Going back already? Come visit more often when you have time."

The ugly woman pouted.

"I come to Lanlan's house much more often than you. I even have a key to her house, do you?" He raised his head arrogantly, looking to see who was closer to Lanlan.

After saying that, he left the ugly woman behind and walked away without looking back.

Qin Ping pursed her lips and muttered:

"Third sister, why did you give your house key back to the neighbor? I didn't dare to give it to them."

"I'm popular with people."

"Even that's not as comforting as family. Who knows what a neighbor might do..."

"Are you here to sow discord? You're so cunning, yet it hasn't stopped you from gaining weight."

Qin Ping: ...

There are so many delicious foods, I can't control my mouth.

I've had several more children. My figure can't compare to yours, who only had two.

As soon as Song Laosi entered the house, his eyes darted around the main room.

His gaze was immediately fixed on the blue and white porcelain vase on the long table.

"Third Sister," Song Laosi reached out and touched the belly of the porcelain vase, "Your vase is quite nice. I heard Tingting is very good at buying antiques. My birthday is in a few days, would you like to give me a vase?"

Song Xianglan sat on a wooden chair.

She watched him coldly.

"Have you guys been in contact with that idiot Song west lately?"

Qin Ping quickly came over, eager to protect her child.

"Third sister, why do you always look down on my Song west? He's doing so well in business in Guangzhou now. You can't look down on your nephew who can't study just because your own child is good at studying."

"My children aren't very good at studying, but they earn a decent amount of money. We're not rich, but we're not poor either."

"When my son Song west goes out, everyone has to flatter the big boss."

"Shut your filthy mouth."

Song Xianglan pointed at the door, "If you want to hear me talk, shut up. If you don't, get out. I can't be bothered with your family's mess. You're all brainless. All you know is how to scheme. Even maggots in a latrine have more brains than you."

Qin Ping didn't dare to utter a sound.

Old Song quickly came over to smooth things over.

"Third Sister, don't be angry. You know Qin Ping doesn't mean any harm; she's just not good with words. You must have something important to say by calling us here, and we'd like to hear what you have to say."

His family's children have achieved what they have today.

It was all thanks to my third sister's help back then.

Song Laosi knew perfectly well what was going on and dared not offend Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan glanced at Qin Ping.

Qin Ping lowered her head, her face flushed red.

“A neighbor from our village went to Chaozhou for a banquet yesterday,” Song Xianglan said bluntly. “He overheard people talking about a relative by marriage. The man’s mannerisms and background sounded exactly like that Lai Jinsheng from back then.”

Qin Ping looked up, her face full of confusion.

Who is Lai Jinsheng?

Song Laosi had also investigated Wan Xiaoju's background back then, so he naturally knew about Lai Jinsheng's affairs.

"Lai Jinsheng is nominally Wan Xiaoju's cousin, but in reality, he was the man she had an affair with before her marriage. The two even had a son together, which was taken in and raised by Lai Jinsheng's wife."

Qin Ping's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What's wrong with him?"

Qin Ping spat out a disgusted look. "That's what I disliked about Wan Xiaoju in the first place. She was immoral before marriage, but my good-for-nothing son was bewitched and insisted on marrying her."

"My health is not good now, all because of the anger Song west caused me back then."

Song Xianglan, not wanting to listen to Qin Ping's irrelevant complaints, interrupted her.

"People say Lai Jinsheng is keeping a mistress named Wan Xiaoju. The two have had three children together over the years. The eldest son is being raised by Lai Jinsheng's first wife. The other two children are being raised by a big, green-haired, simple-minded guy from Qingyang."

Qin Ping was stunned.

Old Song scratched his head, still not quite understanding.

"Third sister, are all the people in your village so gossipy? Don't they ever wish others well? They can't even bring together things that have nothing to do with each other."

Qin Ping: "How could my Song west raise someone else's child? I think the people in your village can't stand to see us doing well."

Song Xianglan continued to reveal more details.

"Although the child takes that big, simple-minded man's surname, he has been officially registered in the Lai family's main hall and genealogy. We'll wait until the child grows up, gets his hands on that big, simple-minded man's estate, and then change his name back to the Lai family."

The room was deathly silent.

Old Song's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"There's something else," Song Xianglan said coldly. "I heard that whenever Wan Xiaoju gets pregnant with her man's child, no matter how far along she is in the pregnancy, she will secretly go and have an abortion."

Her two children with Lai Jinsheng were nominally premature. But they were born chubby and fair-skinned, looking exactly like full-term babies.

Qin Ping felt ice-cold all over.

It's black in front of you.

Song Xianglan's words matched the events of that year perfectly.

When Song west called home to share the good news, he was referring to Wan Xiaoju's premature birth.

He also proudly praised Wan Xiaoju for taking good care of her pregnancy, saying that the baby was born big and you couldn't tell that it was premature; it was no different from a full-term baby.

"Dry, old trees."

Qin Ping suddenly jumped up.

"Fourth brother, you blind idiot! Song west has inherited the rotten roots of your Song family."

Qin Ping grabbed Song Laosi's arm and punched and slapped him, "You good-for-nothing, you can't even tell the difference between good and bad, your brain is more like your ears than your brain. You use all your skills on your family. He's a jinx, even the King of Hell couldn't save him!"

Song Laosi was beaten until he was grimacing.

"We were against him dating that slut. He would rather not have me as his mother than be with that bitch."

Qin Ping's hands trembled as if she were having a Parkinson's attack. Pointing south, she said, "That slut looks like she has a cunning, upturned mouth. She's always putting her hands on her hips, pretending to be a victim. She's a piece of trash who's kept eight hundred men by her side."

"I'm going to tear her mouth off. That heartless piece of trash is too much of a bully."

The more Qin Ping cursed, the more she broke down, and she burst into tears.

"Song Laosi. You've ruined my perfectly good son."

"With that face full of age spots, you insist on talking nonsense." Song Xianglan pointed at Qin Ping's nose and retorted, "All the bad things are attributed to the Song family, and all the good things are attributed to your Qin family? You can insult your man, but don't drag me into it. Song west is so stupid, don't you parents bear any responsibility?"

"It's because you two, as a couple, are always cheating and trying to take advantage of others. The boomerang has come back to haunt you."

Qin Ping is usually feisty and no one in the village is afraid of her.

But when it came to Song Xianglan, she didn't even dare to talk back.

She wiped away her tears and snot.

He scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled.

"Third Sister," Qin Ping tugged at Song Xianglan's sleeve, "you're coming with me to Guangzhou. I'm going to beat that slut who keeps men to death."

"You've been through a lot, you know more than us. Old Fourth and I are just country bumpkins, we're clueless when something happens."

Song Xianglan said disdainfully, "You're all talk and no action. Who knows what you say about me all this time?"

No, no.

Qin Ping felt terrible; her son was already forty years old and was still helping someone else raise an illegitimate child.

If word got back to the village, her house would quickly become the center of gossip. The villagers could concoct dozens of melodramatic versions of the story.

"Third sister, come with us."

Old Song's face turned ashen. "If I run into Song west, who's so stubborn and doesn't believe us, I'm afraid he'll drive me crazy. With you here, at least you can keep things in order."

"I definitely have to go. How can I get rid of her if I don't go?"

"But once you get there, you have to follow my rules. If either of you dares to cause trouble or ruin things on the way, I'll buy you train tickets back, and you'll be raising someone else's grandson in Guangzhou."

Qin Ping nodded repeatedly, tears still clinging to her cheeks.

"Third sister, I'll listen to you. That slut cheated my son out of money and tricked him into raising an illegitimate child. I'll skin her alive."

"Third Sister, when are we leaving? I'll call Xiao Chuan and have him buy tickets at the station," Song Lao Si asked.

"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning. Go back and pack a couple of changes of clothes," Song Xianglan instructed. "Remember, don't let a word of this slip out."

"If you alert Wan Xiaoju and she manages to transfer the money and run away beforehand, you'll be begging for the rest of your lives."