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

The crying in the living room was deafening.

Yi Feng, holding the bowl of pork rib soup she had just eaten, leaned against the door frame and watched the show for a long time.

The time is almost up.

She walked over and placed the soup bowl on the coffee table.

"Dad, I passed by Zongzong's school this afternoon and heard that their homeroom teacher wants you to go there tomorrow." Yifeng said in a calm tone, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Lin Xueer's crying stopped abruptly.

She whirled around, staring intently at Yi Feng. "What nonsense are you spouting? When did the teacher say she wanted to see the parents?"

"Whether he sees me or not, we'll find out when Dad goes tomorrow."

Yi Feng didn't even glance at her, meeting Song Qiang's eyes directly. "Dad, the children in the Song family are clever, but just because the family has a little money doesn't mean they can point their fingers at a teacher and yell at them. If word gets out, where will you put your face?"

"Besides, if Third Aunt finds out, she'll definitely kick you in the gut."

Song Qiang already had a headache.

Upon hearing this, his face darkened even more.

Seeing that Song Qiang's expression was off, Lin Xue'er stood up abruptly.

Pointing at Yifeng, he cursed, "You little brat, stop trying to sow discord here. How old is Zongzong? What does he know? It's clearly those teachers who ganged up on him because they think our Zongzong is well-behaved and doesn't cause trouble."

Yi Feng spread her hands, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Aunt Lin, with your limited perspective, of course you think the whole world is bullying your son. You don't even understand the most basic respect for teachers."

But my dad is a successful entrepreneur, and he knows the importance of education.

In the future, when my dad's clients get together, they'll be comparing whose child is more successful. Who's going to compare whose child can make the teacher cry?

Caught in the middle, Song Qiang's secret was exposed.

He knew it better than anyone else.

There's a limit to how much he can do business.

No matter how well you do in your social circle, you can't escape the ridicule of being called a "nouveau riche" behind your back.

He particularly envied his aunt's two children.

Song Xiangdong is a promising young star in the political arena with a bright future.

Song Tingting is a PhD from Peking University. Whether she goes into business, does research, or enters the government system, it will be a bright future for her.

Seeing that Song Qiang remained silent, Yi Feng continued to add firewood.

"Dad, I didn't do well on my estimated score this time. My foundation is too weak. I want to repeat a year. I don't expect to bring glory to the family like Aunt Tingting, but at least I can't let you down."

Song Qiang looked up at his eldest daughter, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"If you want to study, then study. Your family can afford it." Song Qiang turned and glared at Lin Xue'er. "Look at Yi Feng, and then look at the son you raised. If you really have nothing better to do, then find a job. Don't spend all your time around that mahjong table."

Lin Xue'er got furious when she heard this.

"Me, go find a job? I'm a mother, I have to stay home and take care of my child."

"Zongzong has someone to take care of him. What have you been doing all day except buying him useless junk toys?" Song Qiang showed no mercy. "As for the youngest son you brought along, that's between you and your ex-husband. Don't pin everything on me."

Lin Xue'er was so angry that she trembled all over.

She never expected that she had come here to ask for benefits, but Yi Feng had turned the tables on her with just a few words.

Not only did they not receive the money, they were also severely reprimanded by Song Qiang.

"Your Song family has high standards, I'm taking my son with me." Lin Xue'er grabbed Zongzong's arm and pulled him away forcefully.

Zongzong was crying so hard that she almost fell over when she was pulled by her.

The child's temper flared up, and he forcefully shook off Lin Xue'er's hand.

"I'm not going with you, I want to stay in my own home!" Zongzong shouted, wiping away her tears as she ran into her room without looking back and slammed the door shut.

Lin Xueer stood there, her face flushed red.

Leaving is not an option, staying is not an option either.

She turned her head and glared fiercely at Feng.

His eyes looked like he wanted to devour her alive.

But when she met Yi Feng's cold eyes, she shivered for no reason.

She wasn't afraid of Yang Liu, a woman who only knew how to throw tantrums, but she was truly afraid of her unassuming eldest daughter.

Yi Feng usually seems quiet and unassuming, but when she bites, her bites are deadly.

"Brother Qiang..." Lin Xue'er wanted to plead for him again.

"Go back to your side." Song Qiang waved his hand impatiently. "Just looking at you annoys me."

Lin Xue'er gritted her teeth and could only walk away reluctantly in her high heels.

The front door was slammed shut, and the living room finally became quiet.

Yi Feng walked over, picked up the bowl of pork rib soup that had cooled down a bit, and handed it back to Song Qiang.

"Dad, drink the soup. Mom has been cooking it for hours," Yifeng said softly. "You often socialize outside and drink too much, which is bad for your liver. Health is the foundation of everything."

We sisters have seen how hard you've worked. Don't worry, we will definitely make you proud in the future.

Perhaps every girl in a family that strives to have a son wants to prove that she is no less capable than a boy.

Yi Feng is also competing.

As Song Qiang held the bowl of soup, a wave of sadness washed over him.

For so many years, he has worked himself to the bone outside, just so that his family could have a better life.

He sighed, picked up the bowl, and drank the soup in large gulps until it was all gone.

"Yifeng, I'm so glad you have this idea." Song Qiang put down his bowl. "As long as you're willing to study, I'll support you wherever you go."

Yifeng smiled. "Dad, I called my aunt this afternoon. She found me a lot of review papers for senior high school students in Haishi, and said I can ask her anytime if I don't understand anything."

Song Qiang was taken aback.

The aunt mentioned by Yifeng is naturally Shen Huijun.

"Okay, okay." Song Qiang nodded repeatedly. "Your aunt is an educated person with high standards. You should learn from her; it won't hurt."

Just then, Xiao Wu ran out of the house.

The little girl, wearing a set of pajamas printed with strawberries, ran barefoot into Song Qiang's arms and climbed onto his lap with both hands and feet.

"Dad." Xiao Wu hugged Song Qiang's neck and kissed him hard on the cheek. "Dad, don't be angry anymore. Xiao Wu will study hard in the future and become a doctor when I grow up. If Dad gets sick, Xiao Wu will treat Dad."

Song Qiang was amused by his youngest daughter and burst into laughter, which dispelled most of the gloom in his heart.

He picked up Xiao Wu and bounced him around a couple of times.

"My Xiao Wu is still the most considerate." Song Qiang turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the tightly closed door of Zongzong's room.

My good mood vanished instantly.

He thought for a moment, then yelled at the door at the top of his lungs:

"Song Zongzong, you listen to me. I'm going to your school tomorrow. You better watch out. Your dad doesn't have any connections right now, so don't you dare bully me and put me in this hot seat."

The room was quiet; not even a sob could be heard.

After finishing his rant, Song Qiang carried Xiao Wu into the house.

Yi Feng stood in the living room, looking at the empty bowl on the table, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Take the bowl to the kitchen and wash it clean.