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

Qin Ping wiped away her tears and repeatedly replied, "I'll do whatever you say."

Song Xianglan didn't say anything more, and made a phone call to Song Yang, the son of Song Lao Er.

After a few rings, Song Yang answered.

"Third Aunt?"

"Song Yang, drop everything and go to Song west's house right now," Song Xianglan said bluntly. "Find an opportunity to get some hair or nails from his two children. Also, get a toothbrush that Song west used. Send it for a paternity test immediately."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

"What? A paternity test?" Song Yang raised his voice.

"Yes, a paternity test. The cost doesn't matter, it just needs to be expedited. You can get an appointment at Yangcheng Hospital just by paying. Find someone you know to expedite it, but whatever you do, don't let Song Xi and Wan Xiaoju find out. Just find an excuse to get the child out of it."

Song Yang was stunned for a long time.

"Third Aunt, did I overhear some secret I shouldn't have?"

"Let's talk about this tomorrow."

Song Xianglan instructed, "We're going to Guangzhou first thing tomorrow morning. Until then, keep your mouth shut and pretend nothing happened today."

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yang's forehead was covered in sweat.

He quickly went to a convenience store, bought a large bag of snacks, and rode his motorcycle straight to Song west's house.

When you arrive at the destination, knock on the door.

The nanny said that Wan Xiaoju went to a beauty salon for a facial, and only the two children were watching TV in the living room.

"Uncle!" Thirteen-year-old Mingming ran over.

Song Yang placed the snacks on the coffee table and asked with a smile:

"Mingming, do you want some fried chicken and a burger? Uncle will take you to KFC."

Ten-year-old DouDou turned around, pouting in protest:

"Uncle, are you taking my brother but not me?"

"Bring them all, bring them all." Song Yang ruffled Dou Dou's hair. His gaze fell on Dou Dou's hands. "Oh dear, Dou Dou's nails are a bit long. They can harbor bacteria. Uncle will trim them for you."

He pulled out nail clippers from the coffee table drawer.

DouDou obediently stretched out her hand.

With a few quick snips, Song Yang gathered the clippings of his nails into a tissue he had prepared beforehand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Mingming swaggered around, proudly raising both hands.

"My nails aren't long."

Song Yang glanced at it: "Your nails are all chewed up by the dog. You need to break this bad habit."

Mingming didn't care at all:

"Uncle, can you buy me that Ultraman one?"

"No problem." Song Yang stood up. "You two change your shoes first. Uncle will go to the restroom and then we'll leave."

He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

His gaze swept across the washbasin and found Song west's old blue toothbrush. He wrapped it in a plastic bag and stuffed it into his pocket.

After leaving the house, Song Yang led his two children downstairs and headed straight for the KFC at the intersection.

The store was quite crowded.

After finding a seat by the window, Song Yang ordered a bunch of food.

Mingming was focused on eating his hamburger.

Song Yang pretended to lean over to look at the loose thread on the back of his collar, and casually tugged at his hair.

Several hairs with follicles were pulled out by the root.

The boy was tough and was enjoying his meal, so he didn't notice the slight sting.

Song Yang quickly wrapped his hair in white paper and separated it from his nails.

He stood up and said to the two children, "Uncle is going out to answer a pager call. You two wait for me in the store and don't wander off."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Mingming didn't even look up.

These two children usually love to play on the slide at KFC, but Wan Xiaoju finds it noisy and doesn't like to bring them there.

With Song Yang leading the way, this is exactly what I wanted.

"Wait here for Uncle, I'll be right back."

Song Yang went out, got on his motorcycle, and sped off to the testing center he had contacted beforehand.

When handing over the sample.

Song Yang then pulled out another wad of banknotes.

"Doctor, please expedite this as much as possible!"

The doctor who received the patient didn't take the money, but smiled and said, "Don't worry. Chairman Lin specifically made arrangements. You'll definitely have the report by tomorrow afternoon."

After you've finished this matter...

Song Yang went back to KFC.

He pushed open the glass door and looked through the crowd at the two children sitting in the corner.

I never thought about it this way before, and I didn't think it was a big deal.

Now I have a knot in my heart, and the more I look at it, the more alarmed I become.

These two children, in terms of eyebrows, eyes, and face shape, are at least 70% like Wan Xiaoju.

The remaining 30%.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with Song west.

Especially Mingming's mouth, with its thin lips that droop slightly downwards.

Song Yang felt he had seen this face somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

Although Song west and he are cousins.

But in this generation of the Song family, the relationship is closer than that of blood brothers.

Back then, Song west endured the condemnation of his entire family and almost severed ties with them in order to marry Wan Xiaoju. He personally told Song Yang that Wan Xiaoju was the only woman he would ever marry.

If these two children really aren't from the Song family.

Song Yang dared not think any further.

Given Song west's temper, something big is bound to happen.

……

The next morning, Song Xianglan arrived at Liu Chounu's house.

"I'm not staying home today because of the fire." She brought over the small fish she hadn't finished eating last night. "I'll have breakfast here for you. I have to go to Guangzhou."

The ugly woman took the fish.

Quickly put it in the kitchen.

"I told you not to cook it, my sweet potato porridge is just right." Liu Chounu ladled out a large bowl, "What were you doing in Guangzhou after you just got back yesterday?"

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of pickled vegetable with her porridge.

There was no follow-up.

At this moment, Old Lin hurriedly came out of the inner room, his coat buttons not even fastened properly.

"Old man, what are you rushing off to again?" Liu Chounu glared at him.

"Let's eat at the senior citizens' canteen," Old Lin said matter-of-factly. "It's my turn to be on duty today, I have to keep an eye on things all day. I can't be late."

"When are you not there?"

Liu Chou-nv rolled her eyes. "The other day, Lin Yan invited you to her house for a nice meal, but you refused. You're only interested in the cafeteria."

Old Lin buttoned up his shirt and put his hands behind his back.

"Women don't understand. Who can't go to Lin Yan's house? That elderly canteen is related to the food, drink, and daily needs of all the elderly in the village. If no one is watching over it and something goes wrong, who can take responsibility?"

Done.

He strode out the door.

The ugly woman watched his retreating figure and scoffed.

"Look at him, he's working as a janitor in the senior citizens' canteen, but he's indulging in the fantasy of being a high-ranking official."

Song Xianglan smiled:

"It's good to have these guys guarding it. Now that canteen and activity center are basically our village's intelligence station. If a dog walks past that gate, word gets out that she's keeping ten lovers outside and has twenty puppies. There are even a few illegitimate dogs in other villages."

The ugly woman listened and laughed heartily.

After she finished laughing, she leaned closer again.

"What exactly is your business in Guangzhou?"

"It's a family scandal." Song Xianglan finished the last mouthful of porridge, put down the bowl, and said, "I'll tell you the details once we have a clearer picture of the situation."

The ugly woman felt a strong itch in her heart as she listened.

Knowing Song Xianglan's temperament, he didn't press the matter further.

I just finished cleaning up the dishes.

The sound of a tricycle braking came from outside the door.

"Third Sister, is it done yet?" Old Fourth Song shouted from outside the courtyard wall.

Song Xianglan went out and went home, carrying her small bag and getting on her tricycle.

In the truck bed.

Qin Ping kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

The three of them rushed to the county's train station.

Nie Xiaochuan had already bought the ticket and was waiting at the entrance.

"Third Aunt." Nie Xiaochuan handed over three hard-seat tickets. He glanced at Qin Ping's dark face and couldn't help but ask, "What's the rush? Why do you have to go to Guangzhou today?"

Qin Ping turned her face to one side.

He didn't make a sound.

Song Xianglan took the ticket and waved to Nie Xiaochuan.

"Don't ask such silly questions. You'll understand in a while. Go do your thing."

The train traveled south.

The carriage was stuffy and noisy.

Qin Ping didn't close her eyes the whole way.

Song Laosi tried to talk to her several times, but she glared at him fiercely each time.

We arrived at Yangcheng Station.

It was completely dark.

Song Yang drove a Jetta and parked it outside the exit.

"Third Aunt, Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt, get in the car."

Several people stuffed their luggage into the trunk and got into the car.

Song Yang started the car.

He took several detours before finally parking his car in a deserted area.

It was pitch black all around.

Only a sliver of light shone through from the distant streetlights.

As soon as the car stopped, Song Laosi couldn't hold back any longer.

"Song Yang, why did you park the car here? It's pitch black."

Song Yang did not reply.

He turned off the engine and took a file folder from the glove compartment.

"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt. The test results will be out this afternoon." Song Yang's voice was hoarse.

Song Laosi quickly took the file bag.

My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't untangle the winding on top.

He still harbored a sliver of hope.

"Song Yang," Song Lao Si looked up, his eyes fixed on his nephew, "is this Xiao Xi's child? He must be. Those two kids are so chubby and fair..."

Qin Ping sat beside her, biting her chin.

As long as it's Song west's child, she doesn't care how many men Wan Xiaoju has been with. She will never again say that Wan Xiaoju is unworthy of Song west.

Song Xianglan sat in the passenger seat.

He coldly watched the two people behind him.

Song Yang shook his head.

"Fourth Uncle," Song Yang pointed to the brown paper bag, "the people at the forensic center made it very clear to me. These two children have no blood relation to Song west whatsoever. The children's biological father is someone else."

The carriage was deathly silent.

Qin Ping suddenly screamed and fell backward, her head slamming hard against the car window.

"My God."

Qin Ping flailed her arms, grabbing Song Lao Si's hair. "Lao Si, look at the good son you raised! He's been raising another man's bastard child for so many years. He's been a slave to that slut in Guangzhou. He's made the Song family lose all face."

"How dare that bitch?"

Song Laosi looked like a madman, still clutching the file folder in his hand.

"Not Xiaoxi's child..." Old Song kept repeating this sentence.

"Have you cried enough?" Song Xianglan interrupted Qin Ping's wailing sharply.

Qin Ping stopped sobbing, her eyes swollen like walnuts, staring intently at Song Xianglan.

"Third sister, I'm going to tear that filthy bitch Wan Xiaoju to shreds."