Song Yan praised his father, gave him a pep talk, and encouraged him to fight against all forms of oppression…

Song Ma worried, "Now I've completely enraged my mother-in-law. What if she scolds Song Yan like she used to tomorrow?" Old Mrs. Song's words were too unbearable; Song Ma shuddered just thinking about them.

“I’ve known since I was little that I was premature. Mom, you gave birth to me prematurely. Dad, I was premature. You are my parents, so if you say I was premature, then I was premature.” If Grandma Song can call white black, then Song Yan can call black white.

"Yes, my daughter was born prematurely. She was always thin and small from a young age; she was born prematurely," Mr. Song said with certainty.

"When I was born, the old lady was reluctant to spend money, so she didn't go to the hospital and there wasn't even a record. I was premature!" If you repeat a lie a few times, you can start to believe it yourself.

“I had your dad secretly give you two eggs, and the old lady who delivered you said you were premature,” Song Ma said.

"Mom, you're so smart. You did a great job!" Song Yan sincerely praised his mother, affirming her actions.

Song Ma was a little embarrassed, "I was quite sad when that old lady passed away. She was a good person."

"That's it? That makes things even simpler! There's no way to prove anything now." Song Yan offered advice to his parents on how to deal with the old lady...

“Remember this, whether I can hold my head high in the future depends on you. I can’t have any stains on my record, or what will I do if my in-laws don’t want me anymore?…” Song Yan continued. The old lady had grasped Song Ma’s weakness by manipulating Song Yan, and in turn, Song Ma was willing to fight desperately for her own weakness.

As for Song's father, he stretched out his leg today and felt good. It wouldn't be difficult for him to do it again next time.

It's easier to stick to a statement than to hit someone. And it's a statement you willingly stick to, made for your daughter's sake—it's worth it.

Song Yan didn't know if the people in the main room could sleep; she was exhausted. She slept soundly.

After taking the medicine, Song Ma broke out in a sweat, felt quite comfortable, and slept well.

After a day of ups and downs, plus the commotion that night, Mr. Song was exhausted and slept soundly.

…

Song Yan got up early to light the stove, heated up the leftovers, and had another conversation with his parents about life's lessons.

Since the people in the main house hadn't eaten yet, Song Yan wanted to go for a walk, and she didn't mind flipping the table again.

Go into the main room and see that none of them had slept well. Auntie's face was still swollen; Song Huadong's slap had been quite forceful.

"What are you doing here?" Song Jun, the second cousin who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.

“You sons don’t care that your aunt is being beaten. I feel sorry for her, so I came to see her.”

"It's all because of you!" Song Cheng roared from behind. Last night, Song Cheng wanted to settle scores with Song Yan, but his wife wouldn't allow it. She said Song Yan was completely different from before, and she was afraid of getting hurt if he confronted him directly, so he held back.

"I didn't order it, I didn't do it, it has nothing to do with me..."

The old lady had a gloomy face. Before Song Yan could finish speaking, she stood up abruptly. "I knew you weren't a member of the Song family and weren't on our side. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let your mother bring you into the family with this bastard! You're not a member of the Song family; you're a bastard your mother had with someone else."

It's been many years since the old lady last mentioned Song Yan being a bastard. If Song Yan is a bastard, then Song Huaren is being cuckolded, and the Song family is also disgraced. Now, the old lady doesn't care about her own anger or the Song family's reputation; her own well-being is more important.

When the old lady gets angry, she'll say anything, but it's different from how she's so assertive today. Thinking about their dislike for Song Yan, the Song family wondered if Song Yan really was a bastard!

What Song Ma predicted happened last night. Now the three of them all have something to do.

"Mom, Mom!" Song Yan cried out to his mother for help.

When Song Ma heard that Song Yan hadn't made a sound, she rushed out in a panic. "What's wrong?"

The old lady, now in the courtyard, wasn't afraid of the neighbors hearing. She opened her mouth and unleashed a torrent of abuse, as powerful as a dung cart. She cursed Song Ma, saying she'd found a man early on, that she was just a prostitute, that she was only good for men, that she couldn't live without them, that she'd just lie there waiting to be...

Song Yan wanted to cover his ears; Old Lady Song's words were utterly filthy.

"Song Yan is her son with someone else, just like her..." She repeated those insults again. Her son picking up that...that...that kind of guy and she doesn't even care...

Wu Meili's insults were already terrible enough; compared to Old Lady Song, Wu Meili is like a kindergartener.

If our ancestors could hear this, they would be ashamed of creating such a rich language!

Song Ma's face was pale.

Song's father's eyes reddened. This was his own mother; he felt he wouldn't be satisfied even if she killed him.

"Mom, I was born prematurely! Today you must clear my name!" Song Yan whispered to his mother.

Yesterday, Song Yan's words echoed in Song's mother's ears: "Mom, let everyone know that I was born prematurely, so that the old lady can never scold me again!"

The word "forever" is so magical; it kept echoing in my ears last night. Forever, forever!

“Shut up! My Xiaoyan was born prematurely. She’s my daughter, not a bastard! No! I’m going to sue you! You’re trying to drive me to my death, to drive my daughter to her death! I’m going to sue you! I’m going to the neighborhood committee, I’m going to the women’s federation to sue you! You’ve mistreated me, you’ve slandered me! I’m going to kill myself in the street, I’ll prove my and my daughter’s innocence with my death.” Unlike before, when she would beg for mercy whenever she was scolded, Song Ma opened the door and ran out.

The old lady was stunned. Why was she running away?

"Go after her quickly, and keep an eye on my mom. If this isn't handled properly today, you two won't be able to make it!" Song Yan muttered behind his father.

Song Yan was now certain that his father preferred boys. However, he wasn't completely oblivious; even without a son, he didn't value a nephew more than his own daughter. He hadn't dared to object before, but in his heart, his wife and daughter were still closer.

Last night, Song Yan repeatedly hinted that if he didn't handle the Song family's affairs well, he would lose his wife and daughter.

To keep his wife and daughter, he had to go all out!

Unexpectedly, Song Ma left. She said she was going to the neighborhood committee or the women's federation, and the old lady wasn't afraid. If she wasn't afraid of being humiliated by her and her daughter, then let everyone hear it. The old lady followed her out.

The old lady went, and Song Huadong definitely went with her. The eldest aunt was still angry, so the eldest uncle, Song Cheng, and Song Jun went with her.

Song Yan scoffed inwardly. If they didn't go with them, the old lady would be furious with them afterwards. He hoped that going with them today would at least prevent any bad luck.

After watching everyone leave the courtyard, Song Yan also set off.