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

"I support you tearing her apart." Song Xianglan wasn't angry at all.

"Song Yang, when we get to Song west's house, find an excuse to take those two kids back to your house. Fourth Brother, go with Song Yang. You guys go out and get a few unfamiliar out-of-town brothers to smash up Lai Jinsheng's shops."

Song Laosi was still in a daze.

Song Yang nodded immediately.

"Third Aunt, don't worry. Song west's nanny only comes during the day; it's just Wan Xiaoju and the two children at home at night." Song Yang gripped the steering wheel tightly. "This afternoon, I made up an excuse to send Song west to the next city on business. He won't be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"Well done."

Song Xianglan sneered:

"When Song west comes back tomorrow, we'll beat him up too. Even the maggots in the latrine have more brains than him. He's being cuckolded, and he's enjoying it."

The car drove into the residential area.

Several people went upstairs.

Ring the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened.

Wan Xiaoju was wearing a burgundy silk nightgown and had a face mask on.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan and Qin Ping standing at the door, her brows furrowed deeply.

"Mom, Third Aunt, why did you suddenly come? You didn't even give us a heads-up." Wan Xiaoju didn't move aside, blocking the entrance. "Song west is away on a business trip."

There aren't any extra bedding or rooms at home. I'll open a hotel for you nearby; it'll be more spacious and comfortable.

Song Xianglan didn't even glance at her.

He shoved her aside and squeezed in.

"I'm staying at my own nephew's house, what kind of hotel is this?" Song Xianglan stood in the middle of the living room. "Why can't this house accommodate two old women?"

When Qin Ping saw Wan Xiaoju, her eyes turned bloodshot.

She suppressed the urge to strangle him and followed him into the house.

"I'm coming to my son's house and I have to stay in a hotel? How would I face people if they told them?"

Qin Ping's face fell, and she said sarcastically, "My son isn't home, and you can't even pretend to be filial?"

Wan Xiaoju was pushed away, her face turning pale.

"Mom, why are you arguing so late at night?"

Qin Ping went straight to the kitchen.

She opened the large refrigerator and pulled out several boxes of high-end face masks, throwing them on the floor.

"Spendthrift woman."

Qin Ping pointed at Wan Xiaoju's nose and scolded, "My son works himself to the bone to earn money, and all you do is squander it. You dress up like a vixen who eats dead children, and you even want to kick us old folks out to sleep on the streets."

Wan Xiaoju also got angry.

Grit your teeth:

"Mom! Those are my face masks, they cost several hundred yuan a box. Your son should spend his money on his wife and kids. Also, don't be so loud so late at night. Everyone in this neighborhood is rich. If the neighbors complain and the security guard kicks you out, don't blame me."

She made a blatant threat.

Song Xianglan gave Song Yang a wink.

Song Yang immediately understood and called to the two children in the room, "Mingming, Doudou. Uncle is here to pick you up and take you to my house to play. Your aunt just brought back some bear-shaped cookies, chocolates, and Transformers from Hong Kong. Do you want to come?"

Mingming and Doudou usually like to play with Song Yang.

As soon as they heard there was food and fun to be had, they rushed out.

"Go, go, go. Uncle, let's go."

He quickly greeted the people inside the house:

"Hello, Grandpa, Grandma, and Aunt."

Wan Xiaoju was taken aback and quickly reached out to stop him.

"Where are you going so late at night? You have school tomorrow, so stay home."

Song Xianglan stood in front of Wan Xiaoju, her brows furrowed and her eyes glaring.

"Why are you making such a fuss? It's rare for me to come all this way, and I find the house too noisy. What's wrong with letting Song Yang take the two kids to stay overnight? Tomorrow, Song Yang can take them directly to school."

Wan Xiaoju was overwhelmed by Song Xianglan's imposing manner.

He couldn't find a reply for a moment.

Song Yang quickly grabbed two jackets and stuffed them into his bag for the two children.

"Let's go!"

He took one in each hand, gave Song Laosi a look, and the three of them quickly went out the door.

The door slammed shut.

Only Song Xianglan, Qin Ping, and Wan Xiaoju remained in the room.

Song Xianglan walked to the TV cabinet, reached out and pulled out the telephone cord. With a strong tug, the end of the cord snapped.

Qin Ping walked to the door, turned the security door around, locked it from the inside, and inserted the safety pin.

Seeing this, Wan Xiaoju realized something was wrong.

She instinctively took two steps back and leaned against the back of the sofa.

"What...what are you two old women trying to do?"

"Fuck your mother!" Qin Ping, like a raging wild boar, rammed into him with her plump body.

"Ouch."

Unable to dodge in time, Wan Xiaoju was knocked to the ground by the 160-pound body, landing sprawled on the wooden floor.

Before she could get up, Qin Ping plopped down on her chest and swung her thick hands, slapping her left and right.

A loud slap echoed in the living room.

"You shameless slut, born of a bastard, you have no shame!" Qin Ping cursed as she slapped him. "You've been spoiled rotten, you're like a piece of rotten flesh being sold on the street. You can't live without a man's fucking, all you know is keeping men all day long."

Wan Xiaoju was so badly beaten that she saw stars.

The face mask on my face had long since been shaken off.

Howling at the top of his lungs:

"Help! Someone's hitting me!"

Her hands were pinned down by Qin Ping, preventing her from moving.

"You two old hags, are you out of your minds to hit me?" Wan Xiaoju screamed, her hair disheveled. "I'm Song west's wife. I'm not someone any Tom, Dick, or Harry from your Song family can just hit. I'm calling the police, and I'll have them arrest you and put you in jail."

Qin Ping spat in her face and hit her even harder.

"The young man got into bed and made the lady laugh."

Qin Ping cursed vehemently, "You slutty whore with a loose cunt, you dare to call the police? Go ahead and call them."

Song Xianglan stood aside with her arms crossed, watching coldly.

With Qin Ping's fighting prowess, there's absolutely no need for her to lift a finger.

"Slutty to the extreme, shamelessly cheating on his wife with his old manhood and still has the nerve to do it."

Song Xianglan's voice was icy cold, "You're worthless, like tofu dregs on a scale. When you were with Song west, I warned you not to go too far. What the hell did you say back then?"

Wan Xiaoju was beaten black and blue.

Upon hearing this, his body visibly stiffened.

Just then.

There was a rapid knocking sound at the door.

"What's going on inside? Is he beating his wife in the middle of the night?" The neighbor next door heard the noise and ran out to see what was happening.

Wan Xiaoju, as if grasping at a lifeline, shouted with all her might:

"Help! Call the police for me!"

Song Xianglan reached out and rubbed her hair, making it a mess, then pinched her thigh and forced out two tears.

She put on a mournful face.

I walked behind the door and opened the security door.

Standing outside the door were the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law from next door, dressed in pajamas, looking on with curiosity.

The door opened.

Song Xianglan grabbed the hand of the elderly neighbor and wiped away her tears.

"Oh, my dear sister, what a misfortune for our family!" Song Xianglan cried and wailed. "My nephew's wife is truly despicable. She was caught in bed by someone else's first wife during the day!"

The elderly neighbor was startled.

"What? Trapped in bed?"

Song Xianglan spoke nonsense with an air of great seriousness:

"That woman's first wife caused a scene at my nephew's company. She's still unrepentant, pointing fingers and yelling at people, saying that many men in this neighborhood have slept with her. Sister, are your son and your husband... alright? Could they have fallen victim to her schemes too?"

"What if they get a disease... sigh, we're too old to take care of them."

Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law...

His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The daughter-in-law glanced into the room with disgust: "Your nephew's wife is just too much. She dresses like a spoiled brat, all she does is dress up, and she walks with a swaying gait, like she has no soul."

The old lady next door stomped her feet in anger.

"Bullshit. My son and my husband wouldn't even look at that kind of trash. She's shameless."

Song Xianglan shook her head and sighed, her performance was incredibly vivid.

"Who says otherwise? My nephew works hard outside from dawn till dusk to earn money, he's never home. How could she do something so shameless?"

Because of this, she even dared to fight with her mother-in-law. What could we two old women say? We could only let her have a few slaps.

The neighbor's daughter-in-law asked in confusion:

"Song west isn't home?"

"She went out to work, saying it was a business trip, and she won't be back until tomorrow." Song Xianglan wiped her eyes. "My sister-in-law and I just arrived today. As soon as we walked in, she seemed guilty and told us to go to a hotel right away."

No sooner had I finished speaking than a strange man came running out of the bedroom, pulling up his pants. He seemed to live in this neighborhood; he looked like a regular.

These few words of nonsense really offended the neighbor.

Rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, so why is this woman specifically targeting the men in the neighborhood?

"One rotten apple spoils the whole barrel," the neighbor spit out. "It's because of bad women like this that the reputation of us good women is ruined."

Song Xianglan nodded repeatedly:

"Who says otherwise? Sister, we were fighting inside just now, and she was incredibly arrogant, saying all the security guards in this complex are her lovers, and that if she just shouted, a neighbor would immediately call the guards to chase us away. I don't know why she was so certain the neighbors and guards would listen to her?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both turned pale.

He began to have doubts.

He quickly took two steps back.

"This is your family matter, we don't concern ourselves with other people's business." The old lady next door pulled her daughter-in-law away, "Go back and lock the door, so you don't get involved in this mess."

"Bang!"

The door next door slammed shut.

Song Xianglan turned around and locked the security door again.

The tears and sorrow on her face vanished instantly.

Wan Xiaoju looked at Song Xianglan in horror.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"You...you're talking nonsense. When did I ever have anything with the men in this neighborhood...?"

Song Xianglan let out a cold laugh.

"Your neighbor says they're not going to get involved in your mess anymore. I don't think any security guard will be able to get you out of here tonight."

Song Xianglan walked to the sofa, lifted her foot, and decisively took off one of her socks.

Wan Xiaoju was still crying and shouting:

"What exactly do you want? Song Xi won't let you off the hook when he gets back tomorrow."

Song Xianglan took the sock, walked up to Wan Xiaoju, grabbed her chin, and roughly stuffed the sock into her mouth.

"Waaaaah..."

Wan Xiaoju shook her head desperately, gagged, but couldn't vomit.

Qin Ping pulled on Wan Xiaoju's hair.

Fists rained down on her back and face.

Song Xianglan ignored the tragic scene on the ground.

She picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

I changed channels a few times and finally stopped at the channel that was playing "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

In the TV series, Qiao Feng brings his own speakers and fights with people using their internal energy.

The palm strikes were accompanied by a whooshing sound effect.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"