Reborn and awakened, this time I won't be a love-struck fool.

Jiang Fanxing turned her head to look at her.

Song Xinsheng had a very gentle face, and her eyes curved when she smiled, which was very deceptive.

With no one around, the malice in her eyes was undisguised and openly displayed to Jiang Fanxing.

Jiang Fanxing looked at her quietly, without saying a word.

There was none of the sadness and grief she had imagined, and Song Xin felt rather listless. "It seems like my sister-in-law has moved on. She doesn't seem so sad anymore."

Jiang Fanxing said expressionlessly, "Not everyone has a happy and fulfilling family like my sister-in-law, and not everyone's personality can remain unchanged. Over time, everyone will change."

Lin Wu had just reached the entrance of the hall when she heard these words and unconsciously stopped in her tracks.

Aunt Song Xin was also stunned.

She remained silent for a long time, and when she finally spoke, she stammered, "Is...is that so?"

"yes."

Jiang Fanxing looked at her and smiled gently, "Sister-in-law, you've been abroad and you're still so sharp-tongued and foolish, your heart is dirtier than a toilet. How can anyone not envy you?"

"You..." Song Xin asked angrily, "How could you do this?"

Lin Wu cleared her throat, trying to suppress her smile, and walked in. Pretending not to have heard their previous conversation, she asked, bewildered, "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"

Before the second wife went abroad, Lin Wu was closer to her uncle and aunt. Song Xin brought Lin Wu a lot of gifts when she came back this time.

I was in such a rush when I got off the bus that I didn't have a chance to catch up with you.

Song Xin had always known that Lin Wu and Jiang Fanxing were not close. She sniffed and put on a hypocritical look of bearing humiliation, "It's okay. Your mother was in a bad mood and scolded me a few times, but I can still put up with it."

"What?"

Lin Wu's eyes widened, her voice impassioned, "My mom yelled at you?!"

Jiang Fanxing's eyelashes trembled. She bent down and picked an orange from the fruit plate, seemingly uninterested in the topic, and focused intently on peeling the orange.

Song Xin took out a piece of paper, folded it, and rubbed her eyes. "It was just a few harsh words. Your mother was in a bad mood, so it probably wasn't intentional."

"Huh?" Lin Wu drawled, stunned for a moment. "That can't be right. My mom doesn't talk much, and she would never swear."

Song Xin paused in her wiping motion, looking at Lin Wu in surprise. "What did you say?"

Lin Wu said with concern, "I think you might have misunderstood, Aunt. My mom is usually very quiet and reserved. She only answers one out of ten questions. She probably wouldn't scold anyone."

Song Xin was displeased. "Do you think I would slander her?"

"That's not what I meant," Lin Wu continued, feigning ignorance. "I just think you might have misunderstood."

Song Xin frowned: "She just said I... said my mouth is dirtier than a toilet bowl, is that a misunderstanding?"

Lin Wu blinked: "This statement... needs to be viewed dialectically."

Song Xin's face turned green: "What kind of dialectic?"

Lin Wu said seriously, "A toilet is definitely dirty after it's just been used, but it'll be clean after a flush, right?"

Song Xin almost choked on her breath. She glanced at Jiang Fanxing, who was eating an orange with her head down, seemingly uninterested in the topic and uninterested in her own daughter siding with outsiders.

She had always maintained a kind and understanding aunt-in-law persona in front of Lin Wu. She suppressed her anger and wanted to give her a good scolding. She bit her lip and said, "You...you're right. I might have...misunderstood."

The maid stood at the door and respectfully reminded us, "Dinner is ready. You may move to the west wing."

Even at night, the BGI-affiliated hospital was still packed with people.

Li's mother paced anxiously in the corridor. The report hadn't come out yet, and she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she rushed to the restroom.

As I came out of the cubicle, a woman in a long dress walked towards me. Her face was well-maintained, but she was wearing too much perfume.

Cheap perfumes don't smell good.

So she paid more attention.

After washing her hands, Li Ma shook off the water and stepped out of the bathroom. There was a boy squatting in front of the pillar opposite her.

She was very young, dressed all in black, with flushed cheeks, and looked rather listless.

Li Ma took two steps, then stepped back, her eyes widening in confusion and surprise.