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

Anxi Yang stood at the door, panting, her hair a little messy.

Those eyes, which bore a resemblance to An's mother's, were frighteningly red.

"Mom, put the bankbook away."

An Xiyang strode into the living room, ignoring her mother's unpleasant expression, and went straight to Zhou Fang's side, grabbing her still slightly trembling hand.

Her hands were soft and delicate, while Zhou Fang's hands were rough and cracked.

This grip was so tight that they couldn't be separated no matter what.

"I will not divorce Zhou Fang. Not in this lifetime."

An's mother was surprised that her daughter had suddenly returned, and even more surprised that her words had been overheard.

Her facial muscles twitched twice. As a mother, she had to play the villain for her daughter's happiness, only to be told by the woman that she would not divorce her.

"You'll regret this later."

"We have a good relationship, and we have two sons. We won't regret it in the future."

"You're a college student, he's from humble beginnings. You have nothing in common, and he doesn't understand your needs. Every little thing costs money; would you really want to argue over a few dollars?"

An Xiyang glanced at Zhou Fang and said, "If I can make money, I think Zhou Fang can make money too."

"As for common topics, I will work with Zhou Fang to improve together."

Mother An rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Don't come home crying again." With that, she went back to her room.

The living room fell silent instantly.

Zhou Fang's Adam's apple bobbed, and the breath he had forced out in front of the old lady just now completely dissipated. Looking at his wife, who had become much thinner, his eyes stung with tears.

"Why... are you back?"

"I miss the child, but I'm also afraid you'll do something foolish." An Xi Yang's tears finally fell, and she raised her hand and punched him hard in the chest. "Are you stupid or what?"

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

The two little ones rushed over like two little cannonballs, hugging Anxi Yang's legs and refusing to let go. Da Bao even wiped his snot and tears all over his mother's pants.

An Xiyang knelt down and hugged the two children tightly in her arms.

After kissing the older child, I kissed the younger one.

He kept repeating, "I miss my mom so much."

The family of four entered Anxi Yang's room.

The room was still the same as before, with a glass plate on the desk and black and white photos underneath.

Zhou Fang closed the door tightly, then turned around and hugged An Xiyang from behind, who was wiping the child's face.

The man rested his chin on her shoulder.

The stubble prickled her neck, making it itchy.

"Wife," Zhou Fang said in a muffled voice, "I... I've been a burden to you. But I don't want to let go, not even if it kills me."

Anxi Yang turned around.

She cupped his face in her hands, her fingers tracing the dark circles under his eyes.

"Silly girl." She laughed through her tears. "At school, all my classmates envied me."

"Envious that you married a country bumpkin?"

"You envy me for having silk scarves, imported cookies, and perfumes that are only available at the Friendship Store." Anxi Yang pointed to the bottles and jars on the desk. "The things you sent have shielded me from so much gossip."

All those city girls in the dorm say I married a loving man.

Culture is inanimate, but people are alive. If your character is flawed, no amount of education will change you into a beast.

Zhou finally felt a weight lifted from his heart.

He buried his head in his wife's neck, smelling the familiar scent of face cream, and the flame of ambition to accomplish great things burned even brighter in his heart.

……

Around dinner time, Mr. An returned home carrying his briefcase.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely tense.

An's father pulled Zhou Fang to drink half a bottle of rice wine.

I went back to the bedroom.

An's mother said with a stern face that girls are outgoing and don't understand a mother's heart at all.

When An's father asked, he learned about the "two thousand yuan to buy out family ties" drama that took place during the day.

Father An sighed.

"You're being foolish. Why are you meddling in your child's feelings?"

"Am I confused?"

Mother An clutched her chest, panting, "Who am I doing this for? If west Yang follows him, she can see the bitterness that will last her the rest of her life."

Look at Fu Qingnian. Although he got married while working in the countryside in Yunnan Province, as soon as he was admitted to a university in Beijing, he immediately divorced his wife from the countryside and gave his children to local villagers who couldn't have children.

Although his reputation isn't great, he's a college student now, with a bright future ahead of him. If our daughter could find someone as promising as that…”

"shut up."

For the first time, An's father gave his wife a cold look.

"Men like Fu Qingnian who abandon their wives and children for their future have black hearts."

Today, someone might abandon their wife for their future; tomorrow, they might betray everyone around them for profit. Such a person, even if successful, is a menace.

Mr. An adjusted his glasses, his tone softening:

"I think Zhou Fang is a good kid. She brought two kids all the way over a thousand kilometers, all for this family."

A diploma is just a piece of paper; a man's sense of responsibility is what truly matters. As long as you're willing to work hard, how can anyone starve?

After being rebuked like this, An's mother's lips moved.

She disagreed with An's father's words.

She also thought that since it had been several years, she would have plenty of opportunities to make them divorce.

……

Meanwhile, in the warehouse.

An Xun looked at Zhou Fang, who was covered in sweat and carrying things, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

Several sacks of in-demand goods were already neatly stacked. Larger items like color TVs and refrigerators were carefully placed in the innermost compartment.

"Brother-in-law, that's great."

An Xun handed him a cigarette, "If this batch of goods is distributed, your first pot of gold in Haishi is practically guaranteed."

Zhou Fang took the cigarette and tucked it behind her ear.

He waved his hand and smiled憨厚ly.

"Second brother, you flatter me too much. I'm just a gofer who does errands and earns a wage. The main thing is that the goods from my godmother helped us invest some of our capital."

"Godmother?" An Xun paused, the image of the old woman in the gray cloth jacket with eyes as sharp as a hawk flashing through her mind. "You mean that auntie surnamed Song?"

"My godmother is also my mentor now."

When Zhou Fang mentioned Song Xianglan, his tone was full of admiration.

"Second brother, don't underestimate her just because she's from the countryside. When it comes to business acumen and the ability to judge people, ten of me can't match her."

An Xun gasped.

"This old lady is someone important. You leave her at the warehouse; I'll bring people over to inspect the goods tomorrow."

Song Dong quickly said, "Thank you, Comrade An."

……

The next morning, at the hospital.

Song Xianglan had just returned with a basin of water when she saw two people standing at the door of the ward.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating An Xiyang's off-white dress with a gentle glow. She carried two aluminum lunchboxes in one hand, while Zhou Fang held her other hand tightly.

"Godmother." Anxi Yang let go of her hand and quickly came to greet her with a smile on her face.

"You're here so early."

Song Xianglan put down the washbasin, her gaze sweeping over the two clasped hands, and she understood what was going on.

Upon entering the ward, An Xiyang opened the lunchbox.

Steaming hot sweet soy milk.

There were golden and crispy fried dough sticks, two freshly fried rice cakes, and a box of pan-fried buns.

The fragrance instantly overpowered the smell of medicine in the ward.

"Sister Erhua, have something hot to eat."

An Xiyang didn't mind the simple hospital bed. She poured a bowl of soy milk and handed it to Nie Erhua, then carefully tore the fried dough sticks into small pieces and soaked them in the milk.

Nie Erhua leaned against the headboard, frantically pushing him away.

"No, no, give it to Mom..."

"I bought three portions, that's enough." Anxi Yang pressed her hand down.

Turning to Song Xianglan, he said softly:

"The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and I'll come over first thing tomorrow morning to be with you."

"No need to trouble yourself," Song Xianglan said, munching on a rice cake wrapped around a fried dough stick. "You should keep Zhou Fang and the child company."

"Zhou Fang is going to sell goods," An Xiyang insisted.

The group ate breakfast in a harmonious atmosphere.

An Xiyang suddenly remembered something, swallowed the pan-fried bun in her mouth and said, "By the way, godmother, Shen Huijun's parents have also been exonerated and returned to their hometown. They were allocated a house in the Jingqu area and their jobs were arranged back to their original work units."

Song Xianglan didn't stop moving, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Oh, that's good."

"And Cong Ying, her school's out for break in a few days." An Xiyang was clearly excited. "Let's get together then. I wonder if Huijun will be going back to Haishi?"

Song Xianglan then realized that she hadn't contacted Shen Huijun in a long time. She decided to call her when she had some free time and ask where she was going for summer vacation.