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

The waiter came over with the bill and handed it to her.

Song Xianglan took the bill and glanced at it.

His eye twitched suddenly.

Several thousand yuan.

Why is this bill so thick in Shanghai?

I was so busy showing off and hurting An's mother's feelings that I ordered all the fancy dishes and good wine in the restaurant.

This is just a casual attempt to create a grand facade.

It hurts from all that pretending.

She wouldn't feel this bad about spending money on seafood in Qingyang.

Song Xianglan's hand holding the bill froze in mid-air.

A hand reached over and snatched the bill.

Chen Zui took out his wallet and smiled as he smoothed things over, "It's my treat. Godmother, a good meal and a bottle of good wine in Hong Kong won't cost less than this."

We enjoyed the meal today; it's only right that the godson treats us.

Song Xianglan was thinking of inviting Shi Xinyi to dinner.

I got the bill back.

"Godmother knows you have money. But today is the first time I'm treating Xinyi to dinner, so I have to pay for it. I've realized that putting on a show is really expensive. It hurts my wallet."

Chen Zui and Shi Xinyi were amused.

"Godmother, you've already called me a spendthrift."

Song Xianglan still paid the bill, saying, "From now on, you'll treat me. Today's meal is my show of generosity, so I have to keep up the act."

……

When An's mother pushed open the door, her face was ashen, as if she had seen a ghost.

In the living room.

The daughter-in-law, who had recently been laid off, was sitting on the sofa watching TV, spitting sunflower seed shells all over the floor.

This scene instantly ignited the pent-up anger within An's mother.

"All you do all day is watch TV and eat." Mother An took off her shoes and slammed her bag heavily on the shoe cabinet. "The floor is so dirty and you don't even sweep it. You've been laid off and you're just eating and living at home for free, acting like a rich lady."

The daughter-in-law was stunned for a moment.

He's ready to explode at the slightest glare.

An's mother completely ignored her, walked straight through the living room, and slammed the bedroom door shut.

The door frame shook so badly that the glass trembled.

The daughter-in-law slammed the melon seeds in her hand onto the table and muttered a few unpleasant words in a low voice.

It's not like she wanted to be laid off.

She had only been laid off for a few months, and he already complained that she was just sitting at home doing nothing.

The bedroom lights were off.

Mother An sat upright on the edge of the bed.

My mind was filled with the things Song Xianglan said at the restaurant today.

Same as Professor Datong.

The Li Laoban Building in Hong Kong.

Every word she uttered was like a slap in the face.

The bedroom door was pushed open. An's father walked in from outside and pulled the light cord.

The dim light illuminated An's mother's pale face.

"What's wrong?" Father An put down his newspaper, frowning. "I heard you scolding Xiao Hong as soon as I walked in. Weren't you going out to eat with friends? Who upset you?"

Mother An remained silent.

She despised country people and those without connections the most in her life.

She can hear about any stranger getting rich and can tolerate strangers becoming wealthy.

I don't like hearing about familiar people becoming successful.

You absolutely cannot listen to Zhou Fang Fada, the man she disliked and kicked out of her home.

If what that woman said is true.

If Zhou Fangzhen really studied under a professor from the same university and went to the United States for further studies, then he really is designing buildings for wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong.

So what exactly did she do?

She personally ruined west Yang's peaceful future and handed over a cash cow that originally belonged to the An family.

"Say something," her father said, noticing her distress. "What happened?"

An's mother suddenly covered her face, her shoulders shaking violently.

Tears welled up between her fingers.

If she hadn't forced west Yang to divorce back then, wouldn't the An family be benefiting from it all now?

Is that opportunity to study in the United States, or the prestige of designing a building for a Hong Kong businessman, now something she boasts about?

An's mother burst into tears.

Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world.

When they went to extremes, they had already cut off all avenues of retreat.

The peasants have already ascended to heaven.

Anjia Bedroom.

An's mother stopped crying, tears still glistening in her eyes, when a thought suddenly popped into her head.

Once the idea came to mind, it grew wildly like weeds.

Although west Yang found someone new in the United States, he was a rough man who worked in Chinatown.

Now Zhou Fangfei has achieved great success and is still Professor Tong's disciple, building buildings for the big boss.

west Yang and Zhou Fang have two sons.

Blood is thicker than water; even if bones are broken, tendons still connect them.

"Old man."

"Why are you so startled?"

"I have a plan. I have a plan!" Mother An stammered, her eyes shining. "I ran into someone from Zhou Fang's hometown at the restaurant today."

An's father frowned, not understanding.

An's mother poured out all the things Song Xianglan had said to her at the restaurant, along with Zhou Fang's recent situation.

"Old man, did you hear that? Zhou Fang is Professor Tong's last disciple. He spent a year at the Beautiful Chinese Academy. Now he's designing a building for a big boss in Hong Kong."

An's father was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to manage to squeeze out a sound.

"This...how is this possible? He's someone who never even went to a proper university."

"They say he got in through some kind of correspondence course; he's a prodigy," Mother An said anxiously. "No matter how he got in, he's successful now. That's a fact!"

An's father never imagined that the poor boy from back then could climb so high in just a few years.

Seeing that he didn't refute her, An's mother moved closer.

"I've made up my mind. Go and make an overseas call to Xiyang right away."

"Why are you making a phone call?"

"Make her divorce that laborer in Chinatown. What future can she have working her whole life in that dump?"

She and Zhou Fang have two sons in their hometown.

This is an unbreakable bond of family.

Let her leave that little bastard she gave birth to in America there. She should find a way to buy a plane ticket back and remarry Zhou Fang.

An's father looked at the woman in front of him as if she were a madwoman.

"Are you out of your mind? You're telling her to get a divorce? What do you take her for?"

"west Yang is his lawfully wedded wife. She even bore him two sons," Mother An stated matter-of-factly. "Does he think he could bear to leave his children without a mother?"

"Can you please stop making things difficult?"

An's father trembled with anger, "west Yang has already suffered enough outside, and you still think things aren't chaotic enough?"

How can she turn back? A good horse doesn't eat the grass it's already grazed, and besides, why should Zhou Fang wait for her in the same place forever?

"Why can't we wait any longer?"

Mother An screamed shrilly:

"He's a divorced man, and he's raising two sons who are still married."

What respectable young woman would want to marry into that family and become a stepmother? Our Xiyang is more than a match for him.

An's father sneered repeatedly.

"Do you think this is still a few years ago? If Zhou Fang really had risen to the position of Professor Tong's disciple, he would still be designing buildings for big bosses."

With his current circumstances, let alone being divorced or having ten sons, he could marry a college graduate if he just said so.

"impossible."

"How is that impossible?"

An's father roared, "You're still judging people with your old eyes. What's west Yang's situation now? She's had another child outside the marriage."

You think Zhou Fang is someone who only goes back to exes? Don't embarrass your grandson, don't embarrass Zhou Fang, and especially don't embarrass our daughter.

An's mother was provoked by these words.

"You're talking nonsense. I'm her biological mother, would I harm her?"

Wasn't everything I did for her happiness? If I don't care about her, do you think you, a spineless coward, should take care of it?

"You call this doing it for her own good? You're just pushing her to the brink of despair."