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

Song Xianglan had just leaned the bicycle frame against the old locust tree in front of the police station.

I hadn't had time to lock the car yet.

I heard several cries that sounded like sobs.

"Third Sister!"

Turning his head, he saw that the entire Song family force had arrived.

The eldest brother and sister-in-law, the second brother and sister-in-law, the third brother and sister-in-law, and even the fourth brother's wife, who loved to watch the jokes, all shrank back.

Sister-in-law Song's eyes were red and swollen. She rushed over and grabbed Song Xianglan's hand, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.

"We were going to Xiaoquan Brigade to settle accounts with that adulterous couple. Qiangzi said you were here, so we all waited here."

Xianglan, why are you so unlucky?

That damned Yang Dashan did this heinous, inhuman thing.

"He ruined my third sister's life."

The second sister-in-law also wiped away tears, trembling with anger.

Song Lao Si's wife pursed her lips, just about to say something sarcastic:

"If you ask me, it's because my third sister is usually too..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, Sister-in-law Song turned her head, her triangular eyes flashing with a fierce light as she stared intently at Fourth Brother's wife.

The moment he glared at her, the fourth son's wife shrank back in fright.

She was terrified that this shrew would break her old bones.

He quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

He bent down to count the ants.

Several of Song Xianglan's sisters-in-law surrounded her and wept together.

Song Xianglan was originally quite resolute; she thought it was a good thing that her great revenge had been achieved.

But her family cried.

The grievances and sorrows of my past life surged up like a tide.

He was blind in both eyes and mind, raising his enemy's son, and that's how he ended up.

awful.

She sniffed and rubbed her face.

"Sister-in-law, don't cry. Fortunately, Xiangdong hasn't distanced himself from me. There's a long road ahead."

Reassure your family.

Song Xianglan walked into the police station with her back straight.

The police officers handling the case, sporting dark circles under their eyes, were chugging strong tea from enamel mugs.

I interrogated those two guys half the night last night.

I was almost driven mad with anger.

That Zhang Yujuan's mind is like a winding mountain road with eighteen bends.

They absolutely refuse to admit their mistakes.

He insisted that he did it to satisfy his physiological needs.

He even argued that giving his son to Song Xianglan to raise was a way to accumulate good karma for her.

So that Song Xianglan could have several sons to see her off in her final days.

It was to help Song Xianglan.

That set of fallacies and heresies completely confused the young police officers.

I wish I could sew her mouth shut with a needle.

Seeing Song Xianglan enter.

Several police officers quickly put down their teacups.

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan took out the divorce agreement that Shen Huijun had already written from her pocket.

"Officer, I want a divorce."

The stern-faced police officer in charge of taking the statement was taken aback.

When I picked it up and looked at it, my lips twitched.

This is hardly a divorce agreement.

This is practically a ransom list!

"All property belongs to Song Xianglan, including her existing house, homestead, private plot, and the hillside woodland allocated to each family by the village..."

The stern-faced policeman continued reading.

The more he read, the more his voice trembled.

"...as well as the cash, receipts, furniture, pots and pans, three old hens, ten kilograms of rice noodles,..."

Everyone else burst out laughing.

"Auntie, these three chickens...do we really need to write down such details?"

Song Xianglan covered her face with her hands, her shoulders heaving violently.

"Waaaaah... Police officers, you don't know!"

My own son joined the army when he was a teenager, so I, as his mother, wasn't very devoted to him.

They were too busy raising illegitimate children for others.

Why should I leave anything for those two beasts?

Waaaaah... I want to kill them, I want to chop them up and feed them to the dogs.

A young policeman nearby quickly handed him a hot towel.

"Those two were badly beaten by you. They were taken to the clinic for treatment last night and only brought back late at night. They're still groaning now."

Song Xianglan suddenly raised her head.

His face was filled with shock, and his voice was thick with a nasal tone:

"What? You guys treat bad guys' injuries? Waaaaah... How can you not tell good from bad?"

When Sister-in-law Song, who had followed in, heard this, she was also furious.

"That kind of rotten person deserved to die. He wasted the country's medicine."

"That's the rule."

The stern-faced policeman gave a serious explanation, and looking at Song Xianglan's weathered and tear-streaked face, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

This is fate.

It's even more bitter than the bitter snails I ate this morning.

He sighed and waved his hand:

"Take Yang Dashan to interrogation room number one and have Comrade Song go over and sign the document."

Yang Dashan had bandages wrapped around his head, one arm in a sling, and his face was bruised and swollen like a steamed bun.

His eyes, swollen into slits, shone with a venomous light.

"I'm an educated man, and I was blind to marry a butcher like you. You beat me up like this and hurt Yujuan so badly. You'll get your retribution."

Song Xianglan didn't say a word.

He climbed onto the table and swung his arm around.

The two slaps were crisp and loud.

Finished.

Song Xianglan immediately jumped off the table.

Stand with your arms hanging down.

He bowed to the police officer next to him with a wronged expression.

"I'm sorry, officer, I was wrong. I'm used to slaughtering pigs, and I can't help myself when I hear animals squealing. I really wanted to control myself."

The police officer in charge of guarding the area twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem... Control yourself. This is a police station."

Yang Dashan was stunned by the beating.

When he learned that Song Xianglan wanted a divorce, he became hysterical:

"I won't get a divorce. I'm your man, and your money is my money. If you want a divorce, fine, but all the assets will be mine. From now on, I'll get half of your slaughterhouse wages every month."

"Slap! Slap!"

Two more slaps.

Song Xianglan withdrew her hand and bowed again:

"I'm sorry, he's talking nonsense again. I'm trying to help him clear his head."

The police officer's eyelids twitched.

"Comrade Song Xianglan, physical violence is strictly prohibited. This is extremely uncivilized behavior."

"Your criticism is correct, I will definitely change."

Song Xianglan nodded vigorously, her attitude so sincere it was impeccable, but her eyes remained coldly fixed on Yang Dashan, as if he were meat on a chopping board.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dashan's sleazy nature resurfaced.

He leaned forward.

He revealed a mouthful of bloody, yellow teeth.

"Song Xianglan, you want me to sign? Dream on! Let me tell you, Song Xiangdong is still in the army, isn't he? He's your own son, isn't he?"

Song Xianglan's eyes narrowed.

"If I go to jail and have a criminal record, he won't be able to pass the political background check."

He has a father who is a former convict.

I'll see how he gets promoted in the military.

You don't want to ruin your son's future.

They quickly tried to find a way to get me and Yujuan out of there.

"You still have to give me money. Otherwise, I'll bite Song Xiangdong to death and make him rot in the mud with me!"

"Bang!"

This time, Song Xianglan didn't go to the table. Instead, she grabbed the tin pen holder from the table and smashed it hard on Yang Dashan's forehead.

"You old beast. You dare to touch Xiang Dong and see what happens."

She rushed at Yang Dashan, scratching and clawing, raining punches down on him.

Yang Dashan screamed repeatedly, clutching his head and curling up into a ball.

The two police officers inside the room turned around at the same time with remarkable tacit understanding.

One of them went to organize the files.

One of them went to clean the windows.

The windows were very clean; the police officer had wiped them with extra care.

They fought for a full five minutes, until Yang Dashan's shouts weakened.

An elderly policeman slowly walked over.

He pulled Song Xianglan, who was panting heavily.

"Comrade Song, I must give you a serious reprimand. You need to be more civilized in your speech."

The old policeman whispered again:

"Don't worry, according to policy, this situation will not affect Song Xiangdong."

Song Xianglan's tense nerves relaxed instantly.

"Really...really?"

"real."

Song Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it doesn't affect Xiang Dong, she has nothing to be afraid of.

Yang Dashan on the ground was still humming:

"I want to file a complaint... I want to sue you..."

The old policeman turned to Song Xianglan and said:

"Comrade Song, you were too agitated just now. Go next door and have some tea to calm down for ten minutes."

Song Xianglan glanced at the old policeman's meaningful gaze.

I understood instantly.

"Okay, I'll follow the organization's lead."

Song Xianglan had just stepped out the door when

The interrogation room door slammed shut behind me.

Through the door, a few muffled thuds could be faintly heard coming from inside.

Less than ten minutes.

The interrogation room door opened.

The stern-faced policeman came out with a piece of paper and handed it to Song Xianglan.

Yang Dashan's signature on it was crooked and messy.

The red handprint was exceptionally clear.

All conditions will be agreed to.

"It's done."

The stern-faced policeman shoved the pen into his pocket.

Song Xianglan took the paper, which felt light yet incredibly heavy.

My hands were shaking.

She pulled her older brother and sister-in-law who were standing at the door.

He bowed deeply to the police officers.

"Thank you, officers! I will definitely come with great fanfare to present you with this banner in a few days."

"No, no, no, serve the people."

The police officer quickly waved his hand, "Go to the county civil affairs bureau and get the paperwork done."

Song Xianglan nodded vigorously.

"Let's go! To the county town!"

"Third Sister, I'll go with you!" Song Lao Er stepped forward.

Song Laosan also wanted to join in the fun:

"Me too! Me too!"

Song Lao Er gave him a disdainful look. "Your eyes are swollen like walnuts. Where are you going?"

Don't scare the people at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Go home.

Song Laosan immediately felt wronged, like an old man with a child.

He grabbed his wife's arm and said, "Wife... my second brother is so unreasonable. He thinks I'm ugly."

Song San Sao rolled her eyes at him.

"You're ugly to begin with, what's the point of having any shame? Come home with me."