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

It was just dawn. Song Xianglan, carrying her travel bag, hopped on her motorcycle and sped off towards the Qingyang warehouse.

The warehouse door was open.

Nie Xiaochuan was helping Chunxia check the inventory list. The two were standing very close to each other, whispering to each other about something.

"Chunxia." Song Xianglan stopped her motorcycle, took out the key, and threw it over.

Chunxia caught it steadily and looked up to see Song Xianglan carrying a large bag.

"Third Aunt, are you really going to Haishi today?"

"Okay." Song Xianglan pointed to the back seat. "You take me to the train station."

Chunxia immediately stuffed the order form in her hand into Nie Xiaochuan's arms and turned to leave.

"Leaving already?" Nie Xiaochuan took a few steps forward, holding the form. "What time is your ticket?"

"You take inventory, or I'll beat you up tonight." Chunxia said without turning her head.

Chunxia straddled the motorcycle and kicked off the kickstand.

"Third Aunt, how many days will you be gone?"

Song Xianglan sat in the back seat. "It's been at least a week. You've been spending all your time in the warehouse lately, not even going home. What a pity."

The motorcycle starts.

Chunxia shouted, "What's the pity? Did something happen in the village again?"

"Huang Guoping went back to the village, bringing his wife and children from the other side of the river," Song Xianglan said loudly into the wind. "The Huang brothers have completely fallen out over money. Zhang Haiyan even tried to separate from Zhuzi. You missed a good show."

Chunxia slammed on the brakes.

The motorcycle jerked forward.

"Really?" Chunxia regretted missing out on ten thousand yuan. "Third Aunt, why didn't my mom call me about something this important?"

"You're always so lovey-dovey with Nie Xiaochuan, who ever sees you?"

Chunxia gritted her teeth and cursed:

"It's all Nie Xiaochuan's fault, that clingy guy. He kept saying the warehouse couldn't do without me, making me miss out on such a great time."

Chunxia twisted the accelerator again, the wind making her voice flutter: "Once you get to the train station, I'm going back to the village immediately. I have to dig deep inside to satisfy my curiosity."

It was stuffy and hot inside the train station.

The waiting room was packed with people in the middle of summer.

Woven bags and snakeskin bags were piled up so high that there was nowhere to step.

The sour smell of human sweat, mixed with the stench of chicken, duck, and goose droppings from who-knows-who-brought-a-basket, assaulted my senses.

Song Xianglan turned her head to the side because of the smell.

Luckily, I managed to buy a sleeper ticket in advance through some connections.

Ticket check, board the train.

The sleeper car was much quieter. Song Xianglan stuffed her bag under the bed and went to sleep.

They crashed all the way to the sea.

As soon as I exited the station, the streets were filled with the sound of bicycle bells.

Song Xianglan hailed a tricycle and headed straight to the hotel she had booked.

Push open the room door and put your things down.

After washing her face and going downstairs, Chen Zui and Shi Xinyi were already waiting for her in the hotel lobby coffee shop.

Chen Zui stepped forward and took the key from Song Xianglan.

"Godmother, you must be exhausted. Are you satisfied with the room?"

"It's fine, as long as it's clean, it's fine for me. Booking such a nice room is a bit of a waste." Song Xianglan sat down on the sofa.

Shi Xinyi handed her a glass of water. "Godmother, we can only afford to stay in a five-star hotel like this. My dad is also coming to Haishi tomorrow, just in time for us to look at land. If it's suitable, he wants to build a factory here."

Song Xianglan took a sip of water.

"Why did you suddenly decide to build a factory here?"

"The workers in the Philippines are too slow," Shi Xinyi frowned. "They dawdle and drag their feet. Haishi has a port, and labor is cheap, which fits the bill perfectly. Xiang Dong called here and said that some overseas Chinese friends are interested in investing."

Song Xianglan nodded.

"Let's meet and finalize the location." She looked at Chen Zui, "You've been running around Haishi these past few days, which place do you think is suitable?"

"Shenbei".

Chen Zui opened his notebook and said, "The transportation is convenient, making it easy to transport goods. Some supporting facilities are also gradually emerging in the surrounding area."

"What about Pudong?" Song Xianglan asked.

Chen closed the notebook.

"That won't work. It's all rural. If you really want to go there, you'll have to rely on ferries to get in and out. Building a factory and transporting materials would be too much trouble and extremely inefficient."

Song Xianglan tapped her knee twice with her finger.

"It's indeed inconvenient right now. So let's do as you said and set the factory site in Shenbei for now."

Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Xianglan changed the subject, "You should keep an eye on what's going on in Pudong. In three or four years, when they're really going to start big construction there, we need to be the first to acquire a piece of land there."

Chen was a little taken aback, not understanding why she cared so much about a piece of wasteland.

"Okay. I'll keep an eye on it."

"I'm going upstairs to take a nap. My bones are practically falling apart from all the jolting on the train. Call me when it's time to eat." Song Xianglan stood up.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

The telephone by the bedside kept ringing.

Song Xianglan grabbed the microphone. "Feed."

"Godmother, come down for dinner." It was Chen Zui's voice.

Half an hour later, the group sat down in a local Shanghainese restaurant on Huanghe Road.

It was lunchtime, and the place was bustling with noise.

The aroma of stir-fried shrimp and braised pork mingled together in the restaurant.

The tall waiter led them to a window seat.

Chen ordered several of their signature dishes.

Just as Song Xianglan picked up her cup and took a sip of hot tea, she heard a noise coming from the table behind her.

"You have to give me an explanation today!" A middle-aged woman's voice was furious. "We've known each other for decades, I've treated you like a sister, and you and your son have conspired to cheat my daughter."

Song Xianglan stopped moving.

He glanced at Chen Zui.

Chen Zui held his teacup without moving, the meaning in his eyes was very clear.

There's something to eat here.

Two women around fifty years old were sitting at the table behind Song Xianglan.

The speaker was a woman wearing a floral dress with exquisitely permed hair, pointing her finger at the woman opposite her.

"What makes you say that?" The woman opposite me had short hair and slanted eyes, her tone cool. "What do you mean I'm trying to harm your daughter? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"You still won't admit it." Mother An's lips trembled with anger. "Who was it that came to my house every day, saying that your Fu Qingnian was single and handsome, and insisted on pairing him with my Xi Yang? I went to great lengths to bring them together."

The woman opposite him didn't respond.

He snorted coldly.

"I tried every means to force west Yang to divorce Zhou Fang. My father argued with me countless times about this, scolding me for ruining my daughter's marriage."

I withstood the pressure and stirred things up between them, finally managing to get them divorced. I just thought that since we had a good relationship, it would be even better if our children stayed together.

The more An's mother spoke, the louder her voice became.

"west Yang got divorced and settled things financially. She took so much money and went to the United States to live a good life. And what happened?"

An's mother's voice changed.

"Is your young man even human? He went to America and swindled all of west Yang's money. He even tricked her into selling the apartment she was allocated."

Once he got the money, he absconded with it, leaving no trace.

west Yang is currently alone abroad and can't even afford a plane ticket back. She wrote to her father saying she regrets her decision. What should she do?

Song Xianglan paused, her hand holding the cup still.

Anxi Yang? Zhou Fang?

This name...

She quietly pricked up her ears.

"What are you yelling about? You wanted your daughter to marry into a better family, looking down on Zhou Fang because she's just a country bumpkin. Now that you've gotten your wish and dumped her, you're blaming me for what happened."

The woman said with a mocking smile, "My young man is handsome and highly educated. He's surrounded by women throwing themselves at him."

What is your Xiyang compared to that?

A divorced woman, not some virgin, is already doing well enough to go out and see the world with a young man, and she still has the nerve to complain?

Besides, she later found someone else to have a child with, and successfully stayed in the United States.

"Are you even speaking human language?"

Mother An almost overturned the table.

"She gave the money to us willingly. She's such a shrewd person. She stripped that country bumpkin of everything in the divorce, leaving him penniless and burdened with debt. Could she be so easily fooled? Maybe she just didn't keep an eye on the money and is blaming us."

"You're talking nonsense."

Anmu's defenses were completely breached.

Tears streamed down my face.

"I've seen through you. I was blind to have been friends with you."

An's mother burst into tears:

"Last year, I learned that west Yang was having a hard time abroad, and she had to work while pregnant. I swallowed my pride and called Xincheng to try and find Zhou Fang."

I thought that if he had any lingering feelings and gave Zhou Fang a way out, maybe he could bring west Yang back.

Mother An pounded her chest:

"The person who answered the phone at Xincheng said Zhou Fang wasn't at the construction site at all, saying she went somewhere to study. Nobody knows where she went. My Xiyang's life has been ruined by your Fu Qingnian."

Song Xianglan heard it clearly.

She and Chen Zui exchanged a glance.

Chen Zui's eyes were full of surprise.

Song Xianglan's lips twitched slightly, and she smiled silently.

What a small world.

You can even eat at a restaurant and end up eating melons from a friend's melon patch.

"Who are you trying to fool with your tears?" The woman opposite her stood up, straightened her clothes, and said, "You were too greedy, so who can you blame for this mess? I have other things to do, you can pay the bill."

The woman picked up her bag and walked straight out.

"Don't go." Mother An reached out to grab her, but the woman shook her off.

An's mother slumped back into her chair, covered her face, and burst into tears.

The people eating around were all watching the spectacle, pointing and whispering.

The waiter brought the dishes over.

Song Xianglan picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork, and put it in her mouth.

The meat was stewed until tender and juicy, yet not greasy.

"This dish is great, it makes me feel good while eating it," Song Xianglan said with a chuckle.

"It goes really well with rice." Chen Zui poked at the shrimp in the plate with his chopsticks.