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

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over the two of them. Her face was filled with a deathly aura, as if shrouded in twilight.

No need to ask, they've definitely divorced.

Song Xianglan sighed inwardly.

She didn't really understand why Zhou Fang, who had clearly built her own team and made money long ago, still ended up getting a divorce.

I remember the scene in my past life when Anxi returned to Xiaoquan Village, crying and shouting for Zhou Fang and the two children.

Will you really not regret it later?

People can change so quickly.

"Godmother, what brings you to the city?" Zhou Fang stepped forward and took the heavy canvas bag from Song Xianglan's hands.

"A batch of motorcycles arrived today." Song Xianglan patted the seat next to her. "I came to take a look at the goods. I'll also pick a cool one to drive myself."

Zhou Fang was stunned.

The image of Song Xianglan speeding along on a motorcycle involuntarily flashed into my mind.

"You think I can't drive it?" Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

"No...no," Zhou Fang quickly shook her head. "I'm just quite surprised."

Anxi Yang stood to the side, feeling completely unable to get a word in edgewise.

She was like a completely superfluous outsider.

"Have you bought the train tickets?" Song Xianglan asked An Xiyang.

"I'll go buy it now." Anxi Yang lowered her head.

"Zhou Fang may be a bit slow-witted, but he would never mistreat a child. You can go abroad and pursue your dreams without worry," Song Xianglan said calmly.

Anxi Yang's nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

For a moment, it was unclear whether Song Xianglan's tone was a genuine blessing or...

She turned and walked towards the train station.

"Have you figured it out?" Song Xianglan asked.

Zhou Fang leaned against the car door, "I've been completely emptied out. I even borrowed three thousand from Cong Ying."

"Godmother".

"explain."

"Do you think I'll ever be happy again? My heart feels like it's been ripped out, but I didn't go abroad for her sake." Zhou Fang knew that An's mother didn't want her to go abroad with An Xiyang.

He had no confidence in what An Xiyang was thinking.

Perhaps they don't want him to go abroad either.

"Bullshit." Song Xianglan glared at him. "Look at the bricklayers under your command, which one of them doesn't depend on you for their livelihood? Hold back your tears and stop embarrassing yourself in front of me."

Zhou Fang grinned.

As he laughed, a tear slid down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away.

"understood."

"I'll go see her off first, then I'll find you at the warehouse later."

There was a long queue in front of the ticket window.

Zhou Fang took two steps past Anxi Yang and stood in front of her.

"Comrade, I need a sleeper ticket for the next train to Haishi." Zhou Fang handed the money through the window.

An Xiyang stood behind him, watching his back without saying a word.

After receiving the ticket, Zhou Fang turned around and handed it to her.

I looked up at the large clock on the wall.

"There are still more than three hours. Let's go grab a bite to eat."

Anxi Yang followed him out of the ticket hall.

Across the street was a long-established state-run restaurant. The two went inside and found a corner seat.

"Please give me a pan-fried pomfret, steamed abalone with garlic, wolfberry leaf and pork liver and small intestine soup, braised black-boned chicken with ginger, a stir-fried sweet potato leaf, and a serving of seaweed rice," Zhou Fangchong called out to the waiter.

The dishes are all served.

Neither of them touched their chopsticks much.

"Eat more. The food on the train isn't very good." Zhou Fang pushed the plate of braised fish towards An Xiyang.

"You don't like Qingyang, but you like the seafood here. Eat more, you might not be able to eat it again."

Anxi picked up the bowl, feeling a strange tightness in her chest.

The meal was eaten in silence.

After paying the bill, Zhou Fang didn't go straight back to the station.

He turned into a nearby alley.

Several shops selling local specialties are lined up in the alley.

Zhou Fang went inside and bought two packs of Qingyang garlic branches, and several jars of local olives and mandarin oranges.

They were all packed in a large net bag.

Back to the train station square.

Zhou Fang handed the net to An Xiyang.

Then, he reached into his pocket and took out all the change he had received from his purchase, one bill at a time.

A few yuan's worth, a few cents' worth, rolled into a stack and stuffed into An Xiyang's hand.

"You spend a lot of money when you're out. Keep this for your travels." Zhou Fang looked at her. "You must be happy in the future."

Anxi Yang stared blankly at the change in her hand.

Tears fell without warning.

She originally thought it would be easy for her.

No more having to worry about other people's strange looks; I'm about to go abroad to live the life I want, surrounded by high-class friends.

But now my chest feels tight and painful.

It felt like someone had ripped a piece of me out.

"Da Bao, Er Bao. They..." An Xi Yang began, her voice choked with emotion.

"I told them you went abroad," Zhou Fang said calmly. "The children will understand. I'm sorry for all the suffering you've endured these past years."

Anxi Yang shook her head desperately.

"Why did you make me a bad person?" She suddenly broke down, tears streaming down her face. "You can argue with me, you can yell at me, even if you hit me, I'd feel a little better. Why did you have to do this? You make me feel so despicable."

She simply couldn't hold on any longer.

She squatted on the ground, burying her face in her hands and crying.

Passersby turned to look.

Zhou Fang sighed.

Then squat down.

He was also upset.

He also wanted to pretend to be nonchalant, spitting out a curse and saying that they would never see each other again.

But when it really came down to it, he couldn't do it.

His more than ten years of relationship prevented him from saying anything that would hurt her.

"Don't cry." Zhou Fang reached out to pat her shoulder, but then withdrew his hand mid-air. "It's almost time, let's go inside."

An Xiyang raised her head, her face covered in tears.

"When the two kids are a little older, they can go to any university they want. I'll sell everything I own to support them, as long as they're willing. You don't need to worry about them." Zhou Fang stood up and helped her pick up the net bag.

The two walked to the ticket gate.

Anxi Yang took the net bag.

"Zhou Fang, I'm leaving."

"Let's go. Don't look back."

Anxi bit her lip, turned around and entered the station.

Zhou Fang walked all the way to the edge of the platform.

The green train, puffing out white steam, started up with a clattering sound.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on that train carriage.

Until the train became a black dot and completely disappeared from sight.

Zhou Fang's legs went weak, and he squatted down next to a pillar on the platform.

She covered her face with both hands.

Tears streamed through his fingers and dripped onto the cement floor.

This was the only relationship he ever had in his life.

It was also the first time he experienced what it meant to love someone so intensely.

He told himself to be more positive, at least he had loved and had loved.

Song Xianglan and Cong Ying's words echoed in his mind.

Zhou Fang wiped his face and stood up.

Life goes on, and we still have to raise our two kids.

The marriage page has been turned.

After leaving the train station, Zhou Fang went directly to the warehouse in the western suburbs.

The warehouse doors were wide open.

The place was packed with motorcycles.

The air was filled with the smell of new rubber and engine oil.

Nie Xiaochuan and several loaders were gathered in front of a row of trucks, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

The first batch of 89 motorcycles has all arrived.

Song Xianglan stood at the front and touched a red and black motorcycle.

"Third Aunt, this car is really beautiful. What brand is it?" Nie Xiaochuan swallowed.

"Honda King." Song Xianglan patted the leather seat. "This is the one. I'll drive it from now on."

"How much for these eighty-eight cars?" Nie Xiaochuan asked. "How about I put some small discounts on them?"

"Why put on that little GG sticker? It's beneath you."

Song Xianglan turned to look at him. "Go and spread the word in the market now. Say that I have ten imported motorcycles. The price is ten percent higher than in the mall. But no tickets are needed, just take the money and drive away."

Nie Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment.

"Third Aunt, there are clearly eighty-eight vehicles, why are you saying there are only ten?"

"Scarcity drives up value. If you release eighty-eight bikes at once, people will think they're commonplace." Song Xianglan pointed to the batch of bikes. "Take ten to test the waters first. Really wealthy people don't care about a 10% higher price; what they want is to be able to ride them on the street and show them off immediately."

"Okay. I'll take care of it right away."

Nie Xiaochuan said happily, "Third Aunt is really smart."

Zhou Fang walked into the warehouse.

His gaze was immediately drawn to a black Honda King next to Song Xianglan.

With its streamlined body and robust exhaust pipes, it looks incredibly imposing.

"Godmother, this car is really nice." Zhou Fang stepped forward.

"You've taken a liking to him?" Song Xianglan glanced at him.

"I want to buy one," Zhou Fang said, touching the handlebars. "But I'm completely broke. How much does this one cost?"

"Of this batch of goods, the Honda King is the most expensive," Song Xianglan said. "But it's really useful for running around to construction sites in the new city. In the construction industry, your attire is your image."

If you ride a beat-up bicycle to discuss business, people will think you're just a construction foreman; if you ride this bike, they'll think you're a big boss.

Zhou Fang nodded:

"That makes sense. But I don't have any money right now."

"You can take this one first, it's on credit," Song Xianglan readily agreed.

Zhou Fang immediately laughed.

"Alright. I'll go get some oil right away."

Zhou Fang found a clean, large plastic bucket and rode his bicycle two kilometers to a gas station.

He came back carrying a full bucket of gasoline.

He took a funnel and first filled up Song Xianglan's red and black Honda King. Then he filled up his own black one.

After refueling, the warehouse became quiet.

Nie Xiaochuan circled the car twice and scratched his head.

"Boss, how do you ride this thing? None of us have ever touched one before."

Several stevedores also shook their heads.