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

The square-faced woman looked a little embarrassed, but she still patiently explained, "Several of my colleagues eat here; it was recommended by a young woman in our company."

"They're obviously not good at managing money. They're out of their minds and got ripped off; this meal cost several dollars."

Lin Fang froze upon hearing the voice.

She recognized him as Wu Baojun.

Lin Fang looked away, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip to hide her nervousness.

Wang Zhihe didn't notice the commotion at the next table.

He took the teapot and poured tea for Lin Fang.

Wu Baojun's voice is so loud that you can't help but listen to it.

"It's better to go out and eat a bowl of beef noodles on the street than to spend a few dollars on such a small amount of food."

The square-faced woman remained silent, lowering her head to pick up food with her chopsticks.

The expression on his face had changed from displeasure to frustration.

The waiter brought the dishes over.

The curry chicken is topped with a thick, golden sauce, the sambal glutinous rice rolls are wrapped in banana leaves, and the pale blue orchid rice looks very tempting.

Lin Fang's eyes lit up when she saw the table full of dishes.

"It looks so good."

"Try it." Wang Zhihe pushed the curry chicken towards her.

Lin Fang picked up a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"It's delicious. It has a subtle coconut milk flavor."

"Eat more if it's delicious."

The two were eating when the table next to them fell silent for a second.

Wu Baojun heard Lin Fang's voice.

He turned his head and first saw Lin Fang's profile.

Then his gaze shifted to Wang Zhihe across from him.

Wang Zhihe wore a navy blue woolen coat over a white shirt, and his hair was neatly combed. He wore a watch on his wrist, nothing particularly expensive.

Wu Baojun's Adam's apple bobbed.

He stared at Wang Zhihe for several seconds, his eyes darting around.

The square-faced woman noticed his unusual expression and followed his gaze.

"Do you know him?"

Wu Baojun swallowed the food in his mouth and put down his chopsticks.

"Xiao Fang".

Lin Fang was putting a glutinous rice roll into her mouth when her hand froze in mid-air.

Wang Zhihe raised his head and glanced at the man walking towards him.

do not know.

Wu Baojun walked to their table, his hands in his pockets, a fake smile on his face.

"Xiao Fang, what a coincidence!"

Lin Fang slowly put down her chopsticks and looked up.

Wu Baojun.

A good ex should be treated like they're completely dead; even if you run into them, pretend you don't know them. Wu Baojun, that two-faced, gossipy, incompetent, and cunning scoundrel, is definitely up to no good.

Wu Baojun: "And who is this?"

Wang Zhihe wiped his mouth. "I'm Xiaofang's boyfriend. And you are?"

"Me?" Wu Baojun grinned, tilting his head towards Lin Fang. "I've known Xiao Fang for a long time. We almost got married before."

He said this just in time for the people at the surrounding tables to hear.

Look over here, everyone.

Lin Fang felt a tightness in her chest, and an inexplicable feeling of nausea welled up inside her.

This person will never miss any opportunity to kick her while she's down.

What does it mean to say such things in front of her current fiancé?

It feels like being stripped naked in public, standing there completely exposed. "Wu Baojun, you're as ugly as a miscarriage of justice. Don't try to mock humanity when you're just a beast."

Wang Zhihe looked at Wu Baojun and twitched his lips.

"Brother, a blessed woman doesn't enter the door of an unblemished one."

Wu Baojun's smile froze for half a second.

Wang Zhihe said another sentence.

"Thank you for not marrying Lin Fang. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'd be a bachelor for the rest of my life."

He paused and then said:

"If you enjoy gossiping about your ex-girlfriend behind her back, it only proves that she's living a more exciting life than you."

Wu Baojun opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He had originally envisioned many possible reactions from Wang Zhihe.

He flew into a rage, questioned the past, argued with Lin Fang, and even turned on her on the spot.

He can handle either one.

I never expected this. I'm so glad he didn't marry Lin Fang.

This feeling is stuck in my throat.

"Don't you want to know about our past?" Wu Baojun persisted. "We did pretty much everything, both things we should and shouldn't have done."

He stared at Wang Zhihe, a resentful smile still lingering on his lips.

For the first time, Lin Fang felt that listening to others talk could drive her crazy even if she wasn't sick, and her good mood turned sour.

He said angrily:

"Wu Baojun, it's all my fault for being too young and not being able to tell the difference between a human and a dog. You just want to frame me for having an affair with you, don't you? I know you have a short temper, but you can't just open your mouth and make things up."

Don't bite everywhere, as if you're afraid others won't know what breed of dog you are.

A quick calculation reveals that you are lacking in virtue and have a wicked destiny according to your birth chart.

I can save face for you, but I expect you to use your brain. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I'm waving goodbye to you, you idiot.

Wang Zhihe: "You're just a dog trying to lift the curtain; you only know how to talk."

Wu Baojun's expression changed.

"Looks like a human being, but never does anything human." Wang Zhihe's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "Eat less salt, you're so idle. You're wise after the event, but a pig beforehand. Don't prescribe medicine for others when you're sick yourself."

The square-faced woman at the next table turned her head to look over.

Wang Zhihe kept talking:

"You're Aristotle's sister, what a pain in the ass. If you have nothing better to do, go lick a latrine bucket, don't spew nonsense here."

He paused for a moment.

"Lin Fang is kind-hearted, but she was bitten by a family of mad dogs. I feel sorry for her for having such terrible luck."

Lin Fang lowered her head, her nose stinging with tears.

He said it wasn't that she was bad, but that the people she met were bad.

Wu Baojun broke down his defenses with just a few words.

"You peasant, you have no manners at all."

"I have no manners to begin with, what would I need that thing for? Besides, what public toilet sign are you trying to put on airs for? You don't even have manners."

Wang Zhihe then called out to the square-faced woman, "Comrade."

The square-faced woman paused for a moment.

"Marry someone else. Animals are only fit to marry animals. Don't waste your kindness on the wrong person."

The square-faced woman's chopsticks fell onto the table with a clatter.

Wu Baojun's face had turned completely black.

The fire burning in his chest made his throat ache, but he couldn't find a way to vent it.

This Wang Zhihe doesn't follow the usual script at all. His original plan was to stir up trouble, embarrass Lin Fang, and create resentment in her new man's heart.

As a result, the man threw out sentence after sentence, each sentence like a slap in the face, making his face burn with pain.

The man even set fire to the woman he had brought with him.

"Lin Fang, is this the kind of man you've chosen?" Wu Baojun forced a smile. "His mouth is as garbled as an old lady's dumpling filling."

Wang Zhihe picked up a piece of curry chicken, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

He looked up at Wu Baojun.

"You're right. I'm a chatterbox."

He picked up another piece.

"But even though I'm a chatterbox, I don't harm anyone. You waste air when you're alive, you waste land when you're dead, and you waste money when you're neither alive nor dead."

He put down his chopsticks.

"You bring that girl out for a meal, and you're complaining about everything. You're so stingy about a few dollars' worth of food; it seems you're really struggling financially."

Your misfortunes are none of our business.

If you feel you've wronged Lin Fang, then just live your life quietly. A good ex is as quiet as death; that's the final act of dignity.

"You just have to come out here to get attention. You said you almost married her, are you afraid outsiders won't know you're incapable of keeping someone?"

"It was me who didn't want her; she's practically throwing herself at me."

"Wu Baojun, I'm doing very well now. From now on, if you see me, just avoid me."

Wu Baojun stood there. This woman used to be so meek and submissive, always saying "okay, okay" to everything she said.

The square-faced woman's voice was surprisingly calm.

"Wu Baojun, come back and sit down."

The guests at the next few tables were already looking this way.

He gave Wang Zhihe one last look, tugged at the hem of his jacket, and turned to walk back to his seat.

The square-faced woman didn't sit down; instead, she picked up her bag from the table.

"You can eat by yourself. I'm going back."

"Let me explain."

"This gentleman is right. Your heart is smaller than the eye of a pin, and your asshole is bigger than the mouth of a bowl. I think we don't need to see each other again."

The square-faced woman left carrying her handbag.

Wu Baojun sat there alone, with a table full of Nyonya dishes that he thought were too expensive in front of him.

The shop quieted down again.

"Is it good?" Wang Zhihe picked up a piece of pork with stinky beans for her.

"Um."

"Try that coconut milk cake too. It's soft, chewy, and sweet."

Lin Fang put the coconut milk pandan cake into her mouth and took a bite.

Sweet.

The tears welled up in her eyes, but she swallowed them back.

She ate in silence, not looking up again.

Wang Zhihe didn't say much and quietly ate the meal with her.

When it was time to pay the bill, Wang Zhihe readily took out his money and led Lin Fang out.

Wang Zhihe paused as he passed Wu Baojun's table.

"This food is good. Eat more. A full stomach will make our journey easier."

Wu Baojun gripped the chopsticks tightly with his fingers.

Only after Wang Zhihe led Lin Fang out of the restaurant did he slam his chopsticks heavily on the table.

With a snap.

Wu Baojun regretted losing Lin Fang, but no matter how much he apologized and played the victim, Lin Fang wouldn't even look at him again, and even quickly found another man.

The guests at the next table glanced over.

Outside.

The winter wind blows, carrying the faint fragrance of citrus trees in the orchard of the Overseas Chinese Farm.

Lin Fang stood by the roadside and took a deep breath.

Wang Zhihe pushed the bicycle over and patted the back seat.

"Come on up. Let's go home."

Lin Fang didn't move.

"Wang Zhihe".

"Um?"

Don't you think...?

"I think you're amazing," Wang Zhihe interrupted her.

"Someone managed to climb out of those days, open their own shop, and earn their own money. Anyone else would have ruined themselves long ago."

"Xiaofang, what's past is past. You don't need to look back when you're living with me from now on."