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

Zhao Ziheng is a shameless and indomitable man.

With a few strides, he caught up with Song Tingting.

With his hands in his pockets, he said in a somewhat nonchalant tone, "We're all classmates, there's no need to treat each other like enemies."

Can I apologize on behalf of my cousin? Being so petty isn't the behavior of a good girl.

Zhao Ziheng came from a wealthy family and always got whatever he wanted.

Everyone around him fawned over him.

He has an inherent arrogance.

He looked down at Song Tingting and said, "You really like Zhou Yuheng? To tell you the truth, he's the son of my aunt's good friend. He's been a bookworm since he was a kid, and he's really boring."

Song Tingting didn't even spare him a glance, coldly uttering:

"Give me a teapot to boil water—make it boil. Who's like you guys who only know how to talk about love all day long?"

Zhao Ziheng was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was amused.

He shamelessly followed Song Tingting around, saying, "It's a shame not to date in college. Don't you get bored all day just studying?"

Song Tingting ignored him and quickened her pace toward the cafeteria.

Zhao Ziheng stayed close by, sticking to her like a leech as they entered the cafeteria.

It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was packed with people.

Zhao Ziheng's face was so eye-catching that he attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered.

Many people were whispering among themselves.

Pointing and commenting.

"Who's that girl the school heartthrob was with?"

"She's just average-looking, I even think I'm better looking than her. What did the school heartthrob see in her?"

"She's dressed simply, so her family must be of modest means."

A short-haired female classmate approached with a lunchbox, pouting, "So what if her family is of average means? She's a top student in the physics department who got a scholarship, and the professors in the department like her the most."

"And another thing, you have the nerve to say you're prettier than her with a figure as flat as a washboard."

The people around stared wide-eyed.

"Oh my god, the physics genius is actually a female student?"

"What's this?"

The short-haired girl lowered her voice:

"The key point is that she also frequently audits courses in the Department of Engineering Physics, and she is also present in design courses."

I heard she audits other Chinese language and literature majors' classes, as well as political economy classes, whenever she has free time. She's practically a prolific auditor!

"Really? You went to listen to it too?"

"I'm the dorm's know-it-all, and I heard it from some of the top students. This test-taking king's brain is different from ours."

The crowd began to whisper among themselves, and their gazes towards Song Tingting completely changed.

The female classmate who originally thought she was ordinary now felt that she was working so hard that she was ashamed of herself.

He looked up to Song Tingting without even realizing it.

Song Tingting took her lunchbox and walked to the food serving window.

I ordered two liang of rice, a braised pork meatball, a tomato and egg stir-fry, and a stir-fried cabbage.

I found an empty seat and sat down with my lunchbox in hand.

Zhao Ziheng also got a meal and sat down next to her without any hesitation.

He glanced at the food in Song Tingting's lunchbox and clicked his tongue.

"You're eating so little, are you feeding the cat?"

Song Tingting looked up and coldly uttered:

"Shut your filthy mouth."

Zhao Ziheng was so angry that he laughed and put his chopsticks down on the table.

"You, female classmate, look so refined, how come you start swearing like that? Do the other students know about your behavior?"

Song Tingting poured the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the broth onto the rice and stirred it with chopsticks.

He shoveled down a large mouthful of rice before slowly speaking:

"They didn't know before. But everyone knows now, after I insulted your cousin last time. Do you want me to insult her again, to make you look good?"

Zhao Ziheng was speechless for a long time.

He doesn't have that hobby.

He ate his lunchbox in silence.

Song Tingting's roommate, Yu Yuanyuan, came over with a lunchbox and carefully sat down opposite Song Tingting.

She glanced at Zhao Ziheng furtively, then lowered her voice and said to Song Tingting:

"Tingting, Zhou Yuheng is looking this way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yuheng walked over with a lunchbox in his hand.

He pulled out a chair.

He sat down directly opposite Zhao Ziheng.

The two boys exchanged a glance. A tension immediately filled the air.

Zhou Yuheng stared at Zhao Ziheng, his eyes full of inquiry.

Zhao Ziheng leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows as he looked back.

Song Tingting didn't even raise her head, completely unbothered by the two of them.

She ate her food in big mouthfuls, finishing the lunchbox in just a few minutes.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, picked up the empty lunchbox, and stood up.

"I'm full. Yuanyuan, you can eat slowly." Song Tingting said this and turned to leave.

Yu Yuanyuan saw this.

He quickly grabbed his lunchbox and followed. "I'm full too."

Only two boys remained at the dinner table.

Zhou Yuheng stared at Zhao Ziheng, his tone cold:

"You two are not compatible. Don't mess with her."

Zhao Ziheng scoffed:

"You and she aren't on the same wavelength. You know my cousin likes you. I spoil my cousin, so you'd better not do anything to hurt her."

Zhou Yuheng's face darkened, and he muttered a curse:

"Nonsense. Just because your cousin likes me, does that mean I have to like her back?"

He picked up his lunchbox and left.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.

Song Tingting took the bus back to the courtyard early in the morning.

Song Xianglan took the bowls and chopsticks out to wash them clean, then pulled her along, saying she wanted to go outside.

"Mom, where are we going?" Song Tingting asked.

Song Xianglan smiled mysteriously, "Come with me."

He took Song Tingting directly to the suburbs by car.

The two stood in front of a spacious courtyard house.

Song Xianglan took out her key, opened the door, and pushed Song Tingting inside.

The courtyard was spacious and bright, and the main house and side rooms were all intact.

"This is a courtyard house I just bought. I'll keep it to increase its value in the future. Let me show you the way."

Song Xianglan locked the door.

Then he took Song Tingting to the city center.

Pointing to a shop in a prime location on the street, "I also bought this shop, and it's currently rented out. I get two hundred yuan in rent every month."

Song Tingting's eyes widened.

Looking at his own mother.

"Mom, you've unknowingly made me a second-generation rich kid."

Song Xianglan patted Song Tingting on the shoulder.

"I rented a safe from the bank a couple of days ago. All these property ownership certificates and that piece of imperial green jadeite that I bought at Panjiayuan the other day are stored inside."

There are two passbooks inside, one with 50,000 yuan and the other with 30,000 yuan.

The password is my birthday. If you need money, just take it from the safe anytime.

Eighty thousand yuan in savings.

In addition to courtyard houses, shops in the city center, and houses in large tenements.

Song Tingting gasped.

She never expected that Song Xianglan had quietly amassed such a large fortune during this period of time.

And they made so much money.

"Mom, I want to learn from you. The speed at which you make money is faster than a printing press." Song Tingting gave a thumbs up.

Song Xianglan was overjoyed.

"Money is something you can't take with you when you die. Mom earns this so that I have money to spend and so that you can freely choose your own lives."

"Tingting, I could tell from the way you chose your major to the way you finally decided on it. Come on, let's go to the store and take a look."

Song Tingting smiled.

"I used to only want to make money, but later I had different ideals."

The mother and daughter arrived at the clothing store.

The store is doing brisk business.

Chang Ping and Mao Qiaozhen were busy getting clothes for the guests.

During her free time at school, Song Tingting read a lot of the foreign fashion magazines that Chen Zui had gotten her.

I also attended a course on fashion design.

She waited until the guests left.

He called the two little girls over and personally trained them in clothing matching skills.

"Color matching should be coordinated. If you wear a bright color on the top, you should use a basic color on the bottom to tone it down."

For customers who are on the heavier side, vertical stripes and dark colors are often recommended.

If you have short legs or a 50/50 body proportion, try to wear high-waisted pants and short tops.

You can't just be wooden figures handing out clothes; you have to be stylist consultants for your customers. People will only be willing to spend money if they trust your taste.

Song Tingting spoke eloquently and logically.

Chang Ping and Mao Qiaozhen nodded repeatedly as they listened.

I frantically took notes in a small notebook.

Song Tingting took out several thick fashion magazines from her bag and placed them on the counter.

"Flip through these books in your spare time and see how the models dress. Write down anything you don't understand and ask me when I get back."

She wrote down the school dormitory's phone number on a piece of paper and pasted it behind the counter.

"This is my dorm phone number. Call me here if there's an emergency at the shop. I'll come to the shop every three days to check on your learning progress."

Mao Qiaozhen touched the note as if it were a treasure.

"Don't worry, Sister Tingting, we will definitely study hard and live up to your and Aunt's expectations."

Song Xianglan nodded in satisfaction as she looked at her daughter's efficient arrangements.

This girl, whether at school or in the shop.

They're both capable of great things.

In her previous life, Song Tingting was tormented by childbirth and lost her life at a young age.

She had no opportunity to showcase her academic talent.

Many women are the same.

They are not stupid, nor are they any worse than others.

They simply lacked the opportunity to study from a young age and were always passively yielding, giving up their own lives.

Song Xianglan turned and looked at the street outside the door. "The bigger the business gets, the more envious people there will be. We can't lose any of the licenses and permits in the shop, and we can't give anyone any leverage against us."