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

The wind beneath the cliff was as hard as a knife.

It cut people's faces painfully.

Lin Fang nestled in Song Xianglan's arms, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Auntie, I don't want to die. Every time I close my eyes, I see Tie Dan's disgusted look."

I've been treated like a slave in my in-laws' house, I can endure anything. But... the look in my child's eyes fills me with despair...

That was a chilling despair more intense than death.

It's like sharpening a dull knife on your heart.

Song Xianglan reached out and wiped the mud off her face. "Some children in this world come to repay kindness, while others come to collect debts."

Since your values ​​have already been warped by that brute Geng family, don't bother trying to straighten them out; you might just get yourself into trouble.

Lin Fang's body stiffened.

He stared blankly at Song Xianglan.

"Wanting to have a baby is easy, isn't it?"

Song Xianglan made a startling statement: "I can have children with any man after I get divorced."

You can have a whole litter with another family.

The most important thing is the character of the man who plants the seed. If the roots are bad, the seedlings that grow will also be crooked.

Is it worth ruining your entire life for two rotten seedlings?

"Should we switch to another clinic...and have another litter?"

Lin Fang was stunned by these shocking words.

"Yes! You have to live for yourself."

If you want to go back to being a slave, being called a slut behind your back, and having nightmares that wake you up in the middle of the night, then go back.

If you don't want to, then just dump that mess!

Lin Fang trembled, her mind flashing back to the vicious curses of her mother-in-law's family, her husband's cold fists, and the children's disdainful eyes.

The suffocating feeling made it hard for her to breathe.

"I'm not replying!"

"Auntie, I want a divorce! I'd rather die than go back to that godforsaken place!"

"Okay, as long as I'm alive, I'll stay."

Song Xianglan patted her on the back, "Come on, let's go home."

Lin Fang tried to stand up, but her legs were as weak as noodles, and she slid down as soon as she tried to get up.

That burst of energy has dissipated.

I felt extremely weak, and cold sweat poured out of my body.

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan turned around and squatted down.

"Get on! Auntie will carry you!"

Lin Fang leaned against Song Xianglan's broad back, tears welling up in her eyes again.

This back is warm and sturdy.

They braved the wind and rain all the way back to Lin Man's house.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, a figure rushed out of the house.

When Liu Chounu saw Song Xianglan returning with someone on her back, her bitter face opened her mouth as if to curse:

"That brat, she really wants to kill me..."

The words were on the tip of my tongue.

I saw Lin Fang's face, which was as pale as paper.

The ugly woman felt as if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat, and she swallowed back the words of her curse.

She turned and went into the kitchen.

Soon, a rich aroma of brown sugar and ginger wafted out.

Lin Man's wife, Tang Juhua, quickly came forward, helped Lin Fang into the house, and poured water for Song Xianglan.

"Auntie, have a bowl of ginger soup to warm yourself up before you go."

"No, I have two little ones waiting at home."

Song Xianglan waved her hand, wiped the rain off her face, and strode into the wind and rain.

In the latter half of the night, the typhoon truly unleashed its power.

The gale was like countless mad beasts tearing at the roof, the tiles were being torn off with a loud crash, and the window paper was shaking so hard it almost cracked.

"mom!"

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun carried bedding into Song Xianglan's room.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

"The three of us, mother and son, squeeze together."

The three of them squeezed onto that old-fashioned four-poster bed.

"Mom, will our chickens and ducks be blown away?" Song Tingting huddled under the covers, listening to the howling outside, still worried about her precious eggs.

"Your sister-in-law is very careful; she chased them into the storage room a long time ago. She even barred the door shut, so they can't escape."

Song Xianglan tucked the blanket in, protecting her daughter on the inside.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

In my past life, it was also this year, and the typhoons were terrifyingly strong.

At that time, we hadn't taken any precautions, and the old mango tree outside the yard was blown down, its huge trunk smashing right through the roof. Tiles shattered everywhere, and rainwater flooded the house.

Song Xianglan extended her hand.

Holding his daughter's warm body tightly in the darkness, and listening to Shen Huijun's steady breathing beside him, the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

"Go to sleep. Staying up late ages you quickly. We all need to look our best."

……

The wind stopped and the rain ceased the following morning.

Song Xianglan pushed open the door.

The yard was a complete mess.

The ground was covered with broken branches and leaves.

Suddenly, Old Lin's hoarse, raspy voice came from next door:

"What a tragedy! How could the perfectly good courtyard wall collapse like this?"

I always said a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl; she can't go back to her parents' home. See? Karma's come back to bite you!

Then came the sharp, sarcastic voice of Lin Mu's wife:

"Dad, why don't you go and take a look at Lin Man's house? Maybe his situation is even worse; the source of the bad luck is there."

Song Xianglan swept the yard with a broom, "What are you spewing nonsense about so early in the morning? Blaming the earth's gravity for not being able to poop."

"Blaming your daughter for your own house being flimsy? If we threw you into the sea, the whole world would smell the stench of excrement."

There was a moment of silence next door.

Lin Mu's wife was furious. She was already jealous of her neighbors' better living conditions. Who treats their daughter-in-law and daughter like their own lifeblood? It made her even more uncomfortable compared to her own past.

"Aunt Song, it's bad luck that my wall collapsed, so what?"

"Always scheming and plotting. His mouth spews filth like a dog's asshole; how can he not be a bad omen?"

Lin Mu's wife almost fainted from anger.

"It's because of Lin Fang, it's all her fault."

Song Xianglan raised her voice eight octaves, "Last night the typhoon was so strong, many people got hit by falling trees."

According to your twisted logic, the whole village's disaster is all Lin Fang's fault?

Why don't you go check your ancestral graves? Maybe your ancestors were disgusted by your despicable descendants and crawled out in the middle of the night to knock down the wall.

"You—you shrew!" Lin Mu's wife stammered in anger.

"I'm a shrew, much better than all you empty talkers. Are your ears stuffed with cow dung and you can't understand human language?"

There was complete silence next door.

Lin Mu's wife was left speechless after being rebuked.

She could only humiliatingly go back to her room and vent her anger on her husband.

Old Lin went straight to Lin Man's house.

Clearly, they haven't given up.

Song Xianglan had just cleared half of the broken branches in the yard when a dusty-faced head poked out from the gate.

Yang Jianjun looked as disheveled as a wild dog that had just crawled out of a mud pit.

Rotten leaves were still hanging in his hair.

The trouser legs were rolled up and covered in yellow mud.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan, he immediately squeezed out a few crocodile tears.

With a mournful face, he cried out, "Mom... Mom!"

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids and continued sweeping:

"Your mother went to a labor camp. Where did that bastard go rolling around in that outfit? It looks quite unique."

Yang Jianjun was momentarily speechless.

Shamelessly, I squeezed in:

"Mom, please don't tease me. All the lychee and longan trees over there fell down and buried the house. Our family of four was almost buried alive inside, and we barely managed to climb out."

His eyes, however, darted furtively toward Song Xianglan's roof.

"Mom, look how spacious this house is. Can we move back in for about ten days?"

We'll leave once the dormitories are repaired.

"We're your own flesh and blood, you can't just watch us have nowhere to live, can you?"

"Yang Jianjun, have you ever been brainwashed or raised fish? Your mouth is spewing out liquid like you've drunk an enema."

Your mother's in the Gobi Desert in Northwest China. Don't even think about hanging around me; just looking at your dismembered mouth makes me want to chop you up.

"Mom, you've scolded me, so you have to discipline me. I really have no other choice..."

Yang Jianjun had no idea that Song Xianglan could be so vicious in her insults.

For the sake of a house.

endure.

Song Xianglan slammed the broom on the ground.

Pointing towards the direction of the back mountain.

"The feng shui of the Yang family ancestral graves is good; I don't see any damage there. They're perfectly intact. Wouldn't it be great if your family of four went there, built a shack, and kept the Yang family ancestors company?"

Yang Jianjun's expression changed:

"Mom, that's where the dead live."

Song Xianglan: "The Yang family has been poor farmers for eight generations, and there has never been a bastard or illegitimate child."

If you go there now, it will be a good opportunity for the Yang family ancestors to see what's going on.

Happy, happy.

Finally, a bastard has come to claim its lineage!

Yang Jianjun blushed deeply at the word "bastard".

"Are you even speaking human language?"

Song Xianglan suddenly swung the broom and hit Yang Jianjun.

"It's normal that you can't understand human language, you bastard."

"Don't dirty the area in front of my house!"

He was hit several times with a broom and knocked out.