"You heartless old man, you actually disbelieve me just because of what someone else said."

You heartless bastard, how could I have married a man like you?

"If Weiguo and Weijia aren't your sons, then whose sons are they?" Wang Xiuhua sat down on the ground when Song Ping'an questioned her about her son's background.

I started crying and wailing, but deep down I was completely empty-headed.

Because she didn't know whether Song Weiguo was Song Ping'an's son.

However, Song Weijia was certain that he was her true love and son.

That's why she dotes on her youngest son the most.

For the first time, Song Ping'an, who had been bullied by Wang Xiuhua his whole life, was not swayed by her tantrum.

Because Song Weijia really doesn't have a single place like him.

"So you did go into the cornfield with someone, didn't you?"

"Wang Xiuhua, I want a divorce." Song Ping'an said this with surprising ease.

It was as if the shackles that had been weighing on his heart had finally been loosened.

God knows how much hardship and toil he endured throughout his life. He had no say at home and was always the one who got scolded and did all the work.

Wang Xiuhua only knows how to talk and give orders; all the work is done by him and his eldest son.

Even so, he still couldn't get enough to eat or wear, and he had had enough of such a life.

"Song Ping'an, you heartless bastard! I bore your children, worked in the fields, and earned money to support the family. In the end, you divorced me just because of a single sentence from Song Guoqiang. I'm going to fight you to the death!" With that, she was filled with rage and rushed forward to strike Song Ping'an.

Song Ping'an, who used to always let her beat and scold him, finally fought back this time. He reached out and grabbed the large hand that the other party was reaching out to, and with all the humiliation he had suffered in his life, he pushed Wang Xiuhua away and made her fall to the ground unconscious.

"Mom! Dad, how could you do this to Mom! She raised us, it wasn't easy for her!" Song Weimin shouted as he ran over after seeing his mother being thrown to the ground by his father.

Seeing his eldest son, who was beyond saving, Song Ping'an's back became even more hunched.

Was Song Qingqing stunned when she saw this?

She never knew that her grandmother had been involved in her parents' divorce, nor did she know that her grandmother had been having an affair with another man in the cornfield.

What surprised her most was that her father, Song Weiguo, might not be the son of her grandfather, Song Ping'an.

Oh my god!

What a huge bowl of dog blood!

So, the reason why Grandma has hated her the most all these years is because she is the daughter of her father, Song Weiguo, who is suspected of being an illegitimate child?

Also, what did Song Qingyi say when he killed her in her previous life? Did he also mean that Song Weiguo was not her grandfather's son?

Something's not right.

The other party said that they are not sisters with the same father and mother, so does that mean that one of their parents also cheated on them?

"..." What a mess! She was completely confused and couldn't tell who was whose son and who was whose father.

If she can't figure it out, she'll just leave it at that. She'll ask her mother, Wang Manni, when she sees her.

As the mothers who gave birth to them, they should know who the father of the child in their womb is!

"Pah! Shameless! She actually went into the cornfield with some random man and then framed her own daughter-in-law."

"I told you all long ago that Wang Xiuhua was immoral, but you didn't believe me. Now you know!"

"Who exactly is the man she was with in the cornfield?"

"You all say that Weiguo and Weijia are Song Ping'an's sons, right? And is Song Meihua Song Ping'an's daughter?"

"Who knows? Apart from the eldest, Song Weimin, none of the three of them are like Uncle Ping An."

"Ah! So all these years, Uncle Ping An has been raising sons and daughters for other people?"

Oh my god! I need to go back and check if my wife did that. If she did, I'm definitely divorcing her.

"I'll go ask too."

"..." Because of Wang Xiuhua, a single bad apple in Songjia Village, all the men were preparing to go home and question their wives about whether they had also been cheated on or had raised sons for other men.

Watching the villagers rush home, Song Guoqiang sighed, regretting once again revealing the matter.

He knew this couldn't be exposed, because if it were, people would panic. He had been keeping this to himself for most of his life.

But Wang Xiuhua was getting more and more outrageous, even bullying Song Qingqing who had no parents to take care of her. That's why she couldn't control herself for a moment.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Song Qingqing approached Song Qiangguo, who looked annoyed, and took the initiative to speak, "Uncle Village Chief, thank you for speaking up for me earlier."

Song Guoqiang is a very good village chief. At least as long as he is there, Song Qingqing will not suffer any losses.

Sometimes, Song Qingqing would wonder why Song Guoqiang wasn't her father.

If he were her, she definitely wouldn't be bullied.

Of course, this is just a thought.

"Silly child, I watched you grow up, okay? Others may not know, but how could I not know?"

You are just like your mother—kind and sensible, always thinking of others. "..." Song Qingqing was taken aback. Was the village chief referring to her from her past life?

Now, she doesn't care about others; she just wants to live for herself for once.

"However, it's not really appropriate for a young girl like you to hit someone with an iron rod. What if someone dies? What will you do then?"

"I will be more careful in the future."

"As long as you don't kill or maim me, you can do whatever you want."

"..."

So this is what kind of village chief you are?

Song Qingqing was stunned by Song Guoqiang's last sentence.

After a moment of reflection, she got straight to the point, "Uncle Village Chief, there aren't any houses in our village that are uninhabited and just sitting there vacant, are there?"

"Yes, there are plenty. What's wrong?" Song Guoqiang looked puzzled. It seemed that the news had not yet reached his ears, which meant that the whole Songjia Village was unaware of this matter.

Old Wang really gave her a big gift; she'll have to give him something in return to express her gratitude.

"I want to buy two houses next to each other, is that possible?" More houses would attract attention, but two houses would be enough for her to build a larger house.

"You want to buy? Two houses? Qingqing, what are you thinking? Houses in the countryside aren't worth much now. You'd be better off using that money to study and get into university." Song Guoqiang didn't understand why Song Qingqing wanted to buy houses in the village.

But he still tried his best to persuade her to give up the idea.

Knowing that the other party meant well, Song Qingqing smiled and said, "Uncle, the houses in our village aren't expensive. I'm thinking of buying two first. When I get old, I can build a big house with a vegetable garden."

“Even if it’s not expensive, it’s still a hundred yuan. With a hundred yuan, you can do a lot of things. Why do you have to buy a house and leave it to rot in the village?”

"..." Suddenly realizing that this explanation was no longer working, Song Qingqing felt somewhat helpless. After struggling for a moment, she decided to reveal some information.

She reached out and pulled the person aside. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, Song Qingqing whispered, "Uncle, actually, I didn't just buy it to put away."