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

Liu Yukun waited until Director Zhang arrived with several doctors, and they carefully examined Sheng's mother's examination report.

The doctor spoke with the family.

Song Xianglan returned to the ward and comforted Sheng's mother, saying:

"The doctor said the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning. First, a stent will be placed, then anticoagulation will be done." Song Xianglan repeated the information she had gathered. "The Dr. Zhang that my godson found is really skilled. He said that there are basically no aftereffects after this surgery. You can rest assured."

Mrs. Sheng was afraid of causing trouble for her children.

Sheng Ruzhi said gratefully:

"Auntie, thank you so much, and also..."

Song Xianglan said with a smile, "I like you very much. You're a good girl, just like my daughter."

Song Xianglan looked towards the door. She could vaguely see a figure moving in the glass of the door.

She called Sheng Ruzhi into the small living room outside and quietly asked:

"What are you planning to do with that dead duck outside? Are you really just going to let it drag on like this?"

"I don't want to waste any more time," Sheng Ruzhi gritted her teeth. "I want to push him a little harder."

"We should have done this a long time ago." Song Xianglan snorted coldly. "Anyone with eyes can see what you two are thinking. But he's a grown man, so pretentious, bringing up his family background."

His family background made him afraid of marriage, but why didn't it make him afraid of women?

He cowers like a coward when it comes to serious matters; I hate his nonsensical reasoning. If he truly didn't care about you, would he have stayed out all night?

Sheng Ruzhi clutched the hem of her clothes.

"If he backs down again this time, I'll give up completely."

"Go for it. Auntie will cover for you if anything goes wrong." Song Xianglan patted her shoulder. "I'm going back to the hotel now. Call the hotel front desk if anything happens. No one is obligated to accompany another person as they grow; missing out is just fate."

"Auntie, let me take you there."

"No need. You should stay with your mother."

Back at the hotel, Song Xianglan washed her face and rested on the bed for a while.

11:00 AM.

There was a knock on the door.

Chen Zui stood outside the door. "Godmother, want to go grab something to eat? Or should I get some takeout for you?"

"Let's not eat yet, let's wait until Zhou Fang arrives." Song Xianglan glanced at her watch.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the receptionist called to say someone was looking for her.

Song Xianglan asked Chen Zui to pick her up.

A few minutes later, footsteps could be heard at the end of the corridor.

Zhou Fang walked over, looking travel-worn, carrying a black briefcase.

"Godmother," Zhou Fang greeted.

"You've come at the perfect time," Song Xianglan said, welcoming him inside.

Not long after, Shi Changrong and his daughter Shi Xinyi arrived.

Several people settled down in the room.

Let's get straight to the point.

"What are your thoughts on the factory construction, Mr. Zhou?" Shi Changrong offered him a cigarette.

Zhou Fang waved his hand, refusing to take it. "Uncle, I don't smoke. Before I came to Haishi, I contacted a few of my senior classmates who work in architecture and design here. We've decided to register a company together."

Song Xianglan's eyes lit up. "You're quick."

"Go with the flow." Zhou Fang opened his briefcase and took out a stack of sketches. "My senior brother went to Shenbei yesterday to check out the site, and we've taken care of the design and planning. If you need a reliable construction team, my senior brother also has one."

Shi Changrong glanced at the blueprints and nodded repeatedly.

"This drawing is very detailed. With you guys taking over, I can finally relax a bit."

"It will take a few more months to complete all the land-related procedures." Song Xianglan tapped her fingers on the table. "This time is enough for you to set up the new company and finish the planning drawings."

Zhou Fang smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words, Godmother. Actually, before I came here, my senior brother had already received a factory renovation order. With your and Uncle Shi's orders, our company won't have to worry about making a living even though it just opened."

Chen Zui, who was listening nearby, chuckled and interjected:

"Brother Zhou has upgraded his equipment. He's different from before. From now on, we should call him President Zhou."

"What's with all this talk about 'general' and 'general'? We're all just skilled workers." Zhou Fang closed his briefcase.

"Let's go, eat and chat. There's a good local Shanghainese restaurant downstairs," Song Xianglan suggested.

The group went downstairs and left the hotel.

We turned into a restaurant next door.

The lobby was bustling with noise.

Just as Song Xianglan found an empty table and sat down, before she could even order, a round-faced girl in a plaid skirt walked over quickly.

The round-faced girl stared intently at Zhou Fang, took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket, and placed it directly on the table in front of Zhou Fang.

"Zhou Fang, here you go." The round-faced girl's voice was clear and crisp.

The people at the table were stunned.

Zhou Fang glanced at the note on the table but didn't touch it.

"Comrade, you've mistaken me for someone else?"

"I'm not mistaken." The round-faced girl raised her chin. "I saw you a few years ago. This is my phone number. Give me a call when you have time."

Zhou Fang pushed the note back, "No need. You can take this."

"Why?" the round-faced girl asked anxiously. "You didn't even glance at it?"

"No need to look." Zhou Fang's tone was calm but very firm.

"I'm Fu Qingnian's cousin." The round-faced girl pouted. "My brother and An Xiyang didn't end up together. He looked down on An Xiyang's family. An Xiyang married someone else and had a child. Don't wait for her anymore."

The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the table instantly became awkward.

Chen kept his eyes down, pretending to look at the menu.

Zhou Fang looked somewhat surprised, not expecting her to be Fu Qingnian's cousin.

He quickly regained his composure.

"Who you are is unimportant. As for who An Xiyang marries, that's none of my business." Zhou Fang looked at her. "I already have a girlfriend. My girlfriend will be unhappy if I accept notes from other women. Please take your things away."

The round-faced girl bit her lip, her eyes reddening. She hadn't expected the rough-looking guy to be so popular.

It's all Fu Qingnian's fault for not letting her go to Zhou Fang back then.

They should have gotten Zhou Fang back then.

She said angrily, "You don't know what's good for you. Do you think you can marry someone from your village or a cook from the construction site? I graduated from a teachers' college. If you were with me..."

"Who my girlfriend is is none of your business. Please leave." Zhou Fang felt that the people around Fu Qingnian were all a bit odd.

I like other people's things.

The round-faced girl grabbed the note, snorted, and ran away.

Shi Changrong and his daughter used the excuse of going to choose drinks to leave their seats with Chen Zui.

Only Song Xianglan and Zhou Fang remained at the table.

"Fu Qingnian's cousin?" Song Xianglan picked up her teacup and curled her lip. "This family is really something. The elders are clueless, and the younger ones are just as reckless. You've seen what kind of people Fu Qingnian's parents are. Stay away from this family."

"Don't worry, godmother, I know what I'm doing." Zhou Fang poured tea for Song Xianglan.

"An Xiyang got married, and you're really not upset at all?" Song Xianglan stared at him.

Zhou Fang put down the teapot and looked up to meet Song Xianglan's gaze.

His eyes didn't flinch.

"Godmother, I've moved on a long time ago." Zhou Fang's tone was steady. "Not only have I moved on, but there's something else I want to tell you."

"explain."

I want to pursue Cong Ying.

Song Xianglan paused, her hand holding the teacup still.

"We both live in the new city, and I've had a few interactions with her because of some things," Zhou Fang continued. "I found myself slowly falling for her. A pure, unadulterated liking. I know I'm not good enough for her, but I want to give myself a chance."

Song Xianglan's lips slowly curved into a smile.

"Cong Ying is a good girl." Song Xianglan put down her cup. "It's not her fault that she's over thirty and still unmarried; it's that she gave her heart to the wrong person. If you're truly committed to her, of course I'll support you."

"Thank you, godmother."

"Don't thank me yet."

Song Xianglan's face hardened. "Cong Ying's heart is too fragile to withstand any more trouble. Since you're going to provoke her, you have to be completely sincere and don't let her down."

"Let me ask you this: what if one day Anxi Yang suffers some mistreatment outside and comes back to you crying and complaining? What will you do then?"

Zhou Fang smiled.

"Godmother, An Xiyang won't come back." Zhou Fang shook her head. "If she were capable of going back to an old flame, she wouldn't have left so decisively in the first place."

"You know her that well?"

"Even if she's facing difficulties now, or if she's not married well, her indomitable spirit will force her to fight her way out." Zhou Fang leaned back in her chair. "She's stumbling and falling, but she's also growing. I'm growing too."

Song Xianglan was very surprised to hear this.

The man who was once so deeply hurt now speaks of his ex-wife without a shred of emotion.

"So you mean you still hope she'll be happy?" Song Xianglan asked.

"She's someone I once loved, and she's also the mother of my two children," Zhou Fang said frankly. "If she's doing well, it's good for the children too. Of course, I want her to be happy."

Just then, Chen Zui returned with two bottles of oolong tea and overheard the last half of the sentence.

"Boss Zhou, your magnanimity is truly remarkable. I'd be doing a good deed by not badmouthing you behind your back."

Zhou Fang waved his hand.

"It has nothing to do with magnanimity. Society is a great school. I've been through the wringer, so I've naturally learned to let go. Besides, I'm doing very well now. When a relationship ends, you have to accept it."

Song Xianglan called out, "Chen Zui, quickly call your father-in-law and the others over for dinner. We have important business to attend to this afternoon. Zhou Fang, stop just talking and get to work. Since you're pursuing Cong Ying, you need to show some sincerity."

"Godmother, just watch how I do." Zhou Fang picked up her rice bowl.

He then laughed and said, "I used to think I would be alone for the rest of my life, but it turns out that time really can change a lot."

Love can shift over time.