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

"Mom, don't worry. All the necessary documents have been taken care of." Song Tingting asked Mao Qiaozhen to go to the stationery store to buy some notebooks, pens, and ink.

Mao Qiaozhen took the money and ran out.

Song Xianglan stood on a high stool and hung the brand-new business license and fire safety permit on the white wall behind the counter.

She jumped off the stool and dusted off her hands.

He turned to look at Song Tingting, who was sorting goods.

"Tingting, the store's revenue is increasing, so the accounts must be kept very clear."

Chang Ping, carrying a stack of clothes, came over and said, "Auntie, I'm learning from my aunt. My aunt is an old accountant at the Hongxing Machinery Factory, and she's very good with the abacus."

Song Xianglan: "Alright, let's keep the good stuff in the family. Go back and tell your aunt that I'll take over the shop's accounting for her. I'll pay her a separate wage every month."

Song Tingting nodded:

"Let professionals do what they're good at, so we can avoid disputes later."

She pulled a batwing sweater off the shelf, then grabbed a pair of straight-leg jeans and a pair of white Warrior sneakers.

"I'll pay for these three bookkeepers."

Song Tingting took the clothes, folded them, and put them in her bag, intending to take them to school later.

"Mom, you seem restless. Are you thinking of going back to our hometown?"

Song Xianglan sighed, "No one knows a mother better than her daughter. We've been away for so many days, and those few acres of land back home are still empty. If we don't go back soon and arrange for something to plant, the land will all go to waste."

A thought flashed through Song Tingting's mind.

"Mom, don't worry. We know a classmate from the agricultural college whose uncle specializes in agricultural research. He knows everything about greenhouse vegetables, fruits, and mushrooms."

When I get back to school on Monday, I'll ask someone to connect me with him and get him some advice on our land.

Song Xianglan poured herself a cup of flower tea and sat on the sofa to drink it.

"Good girl, you need to get this done quickly. If we can really grow out-of-season fruits and vegetables, we'll have another way to make money. We can also help the villagers get rich."

The wind chimes above the door jingled.

Several fashionable women pushed open the door and came in.

Song Tingting went up to them and quickly figured out their preferences in a few words.

She deftly took a fitted trench coat from the shelf and paired it with high-waisted wide-leg pants.

He gestured towards the guest.

"This outfit accentuates your waistline and makes you look taller. With your long neck, adding a burgundy silk scarf would definitely make you stand out on the street."

The customer glanced at the fitting room mirror, and without saying a word, took out his wallet to pay.

Song Tingting's concise and efficient recommendation prompted Mao Qiaozhen and Chang Ping to keep writing it down in their notebooks.

I'll memorize all of this after I get off work.

The wind chimes rang again.

A man and a woman stepped across the threshold.

The woman was dressed in a smart suit, carrying a handbag, and scanning the store's decor.

The man was tall and handsome.

Mao Qiaozhen quickly stepped forward and said, "Please feel free to look around, both of you. Our store is full of the latest styles from Hong Kong."

Upon hearing the sound, Song Xianglan looked up and immediately came out from behind the counter, her face full of smiles.

"Oh, Comrade Zhou, Sister Lei. Please come in and have a seat."

These two people were Zhou Yang and his mother, Lei Hongying.

Song Xianglan had met Zhou Yang on the train before, and then encountered him and Lei Hongying at the hospital.

We got to know each other after a while.

Lei Hongying stared intently at the plastic mannequin in the shop window.

"I usually buy clothes at department stores, but today Zhou Yang dragged me here. I was drawn in by your shop window on the way here."

This style of clothing is truly unique and can't be found anywhere else in Beijing. It really looks like the clothes my sister-in-law brought back from Guangzhou.

Song Xianglan pulled Song Tingting over.

"She has a keen eye for fashion, which is the reason we have all the clothes in the store. Let her give you her suggestions on how to style them."

Lei Hongying looked Song Tingting up and down.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"I didn't have a chance to talk to you at the hospital last time. Pick out a couple of outfits for me first. And get one for my youngest daughter too."

Song Tingting glanced at it.

"Aunt Lei, let me put together a set for you to try first."

She pulled a light gray wool dress directly from the hanger, the hem of which reached her ankles.

She then took out a thin black leather belt.

He wore a long khaki trench coat over it.

"Aunt Lei, you have fair skin and a composed demeanor. This outfit is appropriate for the occasion."

Lei Hongying took the clothes.

I stepped into the fitting room.

A moment later, the fitting room door opened.

Lei Hongying stood in front of the full-length mirror and was completely stunned.

The woman in the mirror had a slender waist, and her trench coat had a beautiful drape, making her look at least ten years younger.

Zhou Yang stood to the side and gave a thumbs up.

"Mom, if Dad saw you dressed like this, he would definitely think you had gone back to the time when you first met."

If you go out dressed like this and walk with my sister-in-law and older sister, people will definitely think you're sisters.

Lei Hongying blushed and glared at her son.

"You little rascal, you've got a silver tongue."

She turned to Song Tingting and said, "Tingting has amazing taste. I'll take this set, and pack the other one you mentioned earlier too. You can choose a matching set for our younger daughter."

"I'll bring all my girlfriends to your store to buy clothes from now on. You have to give me a discount."

Song Tingting replied with a smile, "A discount is a must. Everyone who is introduced by Aunt Lei gets a discount."

Song Tingting quickly packed up the three sets of clothes and prepared the receipts.

Lei Hongying took the net bag and paid for it.

He affectionately took Song Xianglan's arm, "Big sister, don't cook tonight. Take Tingting to my house for dinner. My grandfather has been saying we should invite you to dinner."

Song Xianglan waved her hands repeatedly.

"That won't do. Tingting has class tomorrow, it's too much trouble."

Lei Hongying's face hardened, and her expression darkened.

"What's the trouble of having a meal? After you eat, Zhou Yang will take you back, so it won't interfere with Tingting's class. It's settled then, Zhou Yang will come to pick you up later. I'll go back and buy groceries first."

Song Xianglan could not refuse.

He could only nod in agreement.

Zhou Yang followed Lei Hongying out. "Aunt Song, you guys pack up first. I'll take my mom home and drive over to pick you up at five o'clock sharp."

After Zhou Yang and his mother left,

Song Xianglan was extremely anxious.

"When you go to someone's house for a meal, how can you go empty-handed? But if you bring a gift, you're not sure what they'll like. Tingting, what should we do?"

Song Tingting comforted her:

"Mom, don't we still have two cans of good tea at home?"

"Yes, Jin Jun Mei and Da Hong Pao are the kinds of drinks that people in the compound love to drink."

She took off running towards the courtyard.

Before long, he brought back two cans of tea, plus two cans of preserved plum and pomelo peel and salted olives.

Song Tingting found several bright, colorful wrapping papers.

Tie the tea leaves and candied fruit neatly with red ribbons and make pretty bows.

The clock hand had just pointed to five o'clock.

The roar of a car engine could be heard from outside the door.

Zhou Yang pushed the door open and came in: "Aunt Song, Tingting, let's go."

Song Xianglan walked to the counter, tapped the table, and instructed Chang Ping:

"Qiaozhen, Changping, close the shop at six o'clock sharp. Changping, go to the hardware store next door, pick out the most expensive item, and add an extra big iron lock to the door."

Chang Ping responded.

They ran straight to the next house.

The three of them went out.

Song Tingting asked, a little puzzled, "Mom, why did you buy such an expensive lock?"

Song Xianglan rubbed her temples.

"The shop's turnover is getting bigger and bigger, and my eyelids are twitching. I feel more at ease adding an extra lock."

Zhou Yang turned the car key and replied:

"Aunt Song is right to take precautions. I have a comrade who is the head of the police station in this area. I'll talk to him and ask the patrolmen to patrol around here more often."

Song Xianglan thanked her repeatedly.

He pulled Song Tingting into the car.

The jeep drove into a small area of ​​blue-brick and gray-tiled houses.

Armed guards stood outside the gate.

Zhou Yang rolled down the car window and handed over his identification; the guard post let him through.

The car was parked in front of a detached villa.

Song Xianglan's heart tightened, and she gripped the gift box tightly in her hand.

She had never seen anything like this in her two lifetimes.

Zhou Yang pushed open the door and led the mother and daughter inside.

When the old man heard that Song Xianglan was coming, he immediately told her to come to his courtyard for a meal.

The living room was spacious and bright, with several people sitting on the sofa.

The old man sitting in the middle had gray hair but was in good spirits.

Lei Hongying and her brother Lei Ting and his wife sat beside her.

Lei Hongying stepped forward to greet them:

"Sister Song, please come and sit down."

Song Xianglan stepped forward and placed the gift box on the coffee table. "Hello, Grandpa Lei. I brought some tea leaves and homemade candied fruit. They're not expensive, please have a taste."

Old Master Lei had a sharp eye and glanced at the beautifully packaged tea.

A hearty laugh:

"Good! This is my favorite tea. I'm getting old, and Tieguanyin tea is too much for my stomach. Jin Jun Mei and Da Hong Pao are just right for me."

The atmosphere immediately eased.

Song Tingting bowed calmly and said, "Hello, Grandpa Lei."

Grandpa Lei looked Song Tingting up and down.

"You're the college student Hongying mentioned? Which school do you attend? What's your major?"

Song Tingting looked directly into Old Master Lei's eyes, her voice clear and crisp:

"Kyoto University, Department of Physics."

Grandpa Lei slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up.

"Good, good prospects. Our country is in dire need of research talents like you."

Lei Hongying came over with a fruit platter and chimed in:

"Dad, that girl is so pretty, she might not end up doing those boring research projects."

Song Tingting smiled, pursing her lips:

"Aunt Lei, actually, when I was in high school, I changed my mind every day. Today I wanted to be a teacher, tomorrow I wanted to be a doctor. It wasn't until I filled out my college application that I truly made up my mind to study physics."

Grandpa Lei nodded repeatedly.

He pointed to the sofa next to him and asked Song Tingting to sit down.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and a tall figure strode in.