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

Shi Xinyi was unaware of Zhou Fang's situation and was somewhat puzzled by their cryptic expressions.

"You two know each other?"

Song Xianglan swallowed the meat. "Zhou Fang used to be an unlucky guy, always getting dumped. But now his luck has turned around."

She turned her head and glanced at An's mother, who was still crying.

Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant.

They despise those from humble backgrounds and only want to climb the social ladder.

As a result, she personally sent her daughter into a pit of fire, and was swindled out of all her money and house by a conman.

All this scheming ultimately came to nothing.

Mother An cursed a few times and called the waiter to settle the bill.

"How interesting." Song Xianglan withdrew her gaze. "The peasant who left with nothing became the biggest winner."

Chen Zui smiled.

"Suffering a loss is a blessing in disguise."

After Song Xianglan finished speaking with Chen Zui, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The laughter happened to reach the ears of An's mother, who had just been given the cold shoulder.

An's mother was already furious. Her daughter had been swindled out of all her money while abroad and had a child with a Chinese man who refused to come back. And now, her old friends had mocked her to her face, saying that she had tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead.

She'll continue venting her anger on which unlucky person she's targeting, then turns to stare at Song Xianglan's table.

She first glanced at Chen Zui and Shi Xinyi.

The man wore an exquisite shirt and an expensive watch, while the woman's diamond bracelet was dazzling; they clearly came from wealthy families.

Mother An didn't dare to lose her temper with the two of them.

His gaze shifted and landed on Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan was wearing an old-fashioned Dacron shirt, which, although clean, looked cheap.

An's mother looked at her and felt she looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before. The anger in her heart finally found an outlet.

"When people are talking, even dogs interrupt. A good dog doesn't block the way, so where did this poor beggar come from, babbling on and on?" Mother An scolded immediately. "You eat your food, and you're eavesdropping on other people's conversations. Don't you have any manners?"

Chen Zui's face darkened, and he was about to speak.

Song Xianglan held down his arm.

Did he exchange insults with Song Xianglan?

They haven't encountered a worthy opponent in the surrounding area.

Do you really think she's an easy target?

"Shut your filthy, filthy mouth!" Song Xianglan's imposing manner pressed down on her. "So loose-lipped, how many bottles of suppositories did you drink?"

Mother An hadn't expected this country-dressed woman to speak so wildly.

"What...what did your brother, that country bumpkin, say?"

"I'm telling you, you're spewing filth. What good qualities does your daughter have besides being pretty and being from Shanghai?"

Don't try to brag to me about your academic qualifications.

If it weren't for Zhou Fang's past practice of asking around for books and high school materials, not letting her do any housework, and working tirelessly to earn money for her to spend, it would have been a different story.

She might not even pass the exam the first year, and it'll be even harder to retake it the second year. You people from Haishi are rich? Even if you are, I haven't seen you send a single penny to your daughter."

The restaurant fell silent immediately after he said that.

People at the surrounding tables all stopped eating and turned to look at them.

Going out for a meal also means you can catch some gossip.

Even the waiters didn't want to leave the area.

Mother An's face turned deathly pale instantly. "You...you're from Zhou Fang's hometown?"

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that I can see your old face clearly." Song Xianglan's words were like daggers to An's mother's face. "A toad with feathers on its head, thinking it's some kind of good bird."

"This wild boar's been in the city for years and still looks down on monkeys. It doesn't even know what kind of toad it is. Unable to live a good life itself, it spends its days manipulating its daughter. Pushing her into the fire, now she's burned to ashes, are you satisfied?"

An's mother was panting heavily from being scolded.

"Back when Anxi Yang and Zhou Fang were together, I always saw you, your old mother-in-law, scheming and plotting every day."

His brain looked like it had been crushed by a monkey; he couldn't even figure things out.

They're a kind and loyal person; you should make him leave with nothing.

You think you've gotten a great deal? But karma is a wheel, and no one escapes its consequences.

Your mouth and anus can't hold shit in; you can't stop spewing filth out.

How dare someone from the cesspool say they're looking for Zhou Fang?

What are you going to use to find her? Do you think Zhou Fang will come back to clean up your mess if you shout a couple of times? You still want your daughter to divorce her current man so she can go back to her ex. You won't divorce your husband and go after someone better, but you're the one encouraging your daughter.”

The diners at the next few tables understood what had happened.

The troubles caused by the educated youth sent to the countryside in Shanghai are numerous.

For the sake of returning to the city, for the sake of money.

Many educated youth, regardless of gender, abandoned their children.

"Isn't this a terrible thing?"

"They ran off with people's money, and now that they're in trouble, they want to come back and get their money back. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"That girl didn't want to find someone; it was this old mother who encouraged her."

"That girl doesn't even look down on peasants, otherwise why would she be so obedient?"

The whispers and comments felt like slaps to Mother An's face.

An's mother was so angry that her eyes almost rolled back, and she shouted hysterically, "How can you talk like that? You start cursing as soon as you open your mouth. Don't you have any manners?"

Who does Zhou Fang think he is? He's just a peasant.

"That country bumpkin is no match for my daughter. She spent years in the countryside, fooled by you poor bastards, and had two sons with that country bumpkin. She's had the worst luck in her life. If she didn't have children, her life wouldn't be like this."

Song Xianglan laughed heartily.

What she hates most is that arrogant, condescending look in those eyes.

"Your brain's been through a lot of trouble, you've raised fish, jumped over frogs, and raised donkeys." Song Xianglan's eyes were full of disdain. "You've got two eggs hanging under your eyebrows, all you can do is blink but not see. Today I'll open your eyes and make you listen carefully."

An's mother stared intently at her.

"Zhou Fang likes your daughter. Back then, she was willing to refuse to marry or accept Zhou Fang."

"That peasant Zhou Fang you look down on," Song Xianglan said, enunciating each word clearly, "is Professor Tong's last disciple in the Architecture Department of Tongda University."

An's mother was stunned.

Professor Tong is a leading figure in the field of architecture.

"Impossible!" Mother An blurted out. "How could a peasant like him possibly be capable of that?"

"How is that impossible?"

Song Xianglan continued to spread rumors, "He is not only Professor Tong's disciple. Last year, he also went to study under Professor Bei at the prestigious National Academy for a whole year."

You just said you couldn't find him? Of course you couldn't find him. While your poor daughter was wandering the streets of America, Zhou Fang was studying abroad there.

These words were spoken.

Even Chen Zui and Shi Xinyi looked at Song Xianglan with some surprise.

The surrounding diners gasped in astonishment.

"Wow, Professor Tong and Professor Bei? This kid's on a rocket track!"

"From now on, my life will consist of nothing but wealth and fame."

"That old woman is really blind. She's lost a lot of money now."

An's mother's legs went weak.

"You look down on him because he's a small-time contractor, and because he's covered in mud." Song Xianglan felt a sense of satisfaction looking at An's mother's pale face.

"If you had paid any attention back then, you would have known that Zhou Fang was already Professor Tong's student. You were so clever of yourselves that you forced him to divorce his wife, thinking you could get rid of his poor burden. Who knew she was a diamond in the rough?"

An's mother's lips trembled.

Her vision went black.

Is Zhou Fang Professor Tong's last disciple?

Going to study in the US?

Why didn't he tell them that people in the countryside are as cunning as sieves?

Song Xianglan saw that the time was almost right.

They dropped the final bombshell.

"Do you know the Li family in Gangcheng? Boss Li spent a fortune hiring Zhou Fang to design the company building. You used to ignore us common folk. Now you can't afford to associate with us common folk."

An's mother's mind went blank.

These words pierced her nerves like needles.

She personally turned down a promising and wealthy suitor.

In order to get her daughter to marry the young and promising Fu Qingnian, she drove away this real cash cow.

Regret, embarrassment, and anger were mixed together.

Mother An clutched her chest, gasping for breath, and hurriedly grabbed her bag and left.

"They're leaving already?" Song Xianglan straightened up and shouted at the waiter, "Waiter, order some of the most expensive dishes."

The guy rushed over.

"Today is a good day." Song Xianglan deliberately raised her voice so that An's mother, who was about to reach the door, could hear her. "Bring me all of your restaurant's signature dishes."

"Open another bottle of your best wine. I need to celebrate properly and wish our great designer Zhou Fang a speedy recovery from her misery and a bright future."

As she reached the door, Mother An tripped and nearly fell on the threshold.

She didn't dare look back and stumbled out of the restaurant.

Song Xianglan sat back down in her chair with a cheerful smile.

Shi Xinyi looked at Song Xianglan with stars in her eyes.

"Aunt Song, you were amazing just now. You spoke so fluently, where did you learn that?" She turned to look at Chen Zui, "Chen Zui, I've never even heard of so many words in my dictionary."

"What's this?"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "It's only in these past few years that I've cultivated my character. Back in the village, this old woman wouldn't have been able to withstand even one round from me."

The waiter quickly brought out the signature dish and opened a bottle of fine wine.

The group ate and drank to their hearts' content.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Song Xianglan generously called out, "The bill's on us."