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

late at night.

The lights were off in the room.

Liu Yukun sat on the sofa with a freshly lit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The firelight flickered on and off.

Sheng Ruzhi wrapped herself around it like an octopus.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his warm chest.

"Yu Kun." Sheng Ruzhi's voice was a little hoarse in the night. "I'm taking my mom back tomorrow. You must be very happy from now on."

Liu Yukun paused for a moment, his hand holding the cigarette still.

He exhaled a puff of white smoke. "What's wrong with you in the middle of the night? You're only going back for a few days, what are you thinking?"

"I missed you. Thank you so much for these days. I've been taking care of my mother at the hospital every day. I've also been celibate for a long time... You..." Sheng Ruzhi raised her head and gently drew circles on his firm abdominal muscles with her fingers.

Liu Yukun stubbed out his cigarette and pulled her into the room.

"Go to sleep. You have to catch your train tomorrow, don't overdo it."

Sheng Ruzhi didn't listen to him.

She straddled him directly...

in the dark.

She lowered her head and kissed his lips.

With a desperate, mad gamble.

Liu Yukun was somewhat surprised.

For the past two weeks, Sheng Ruzhi has been on edge because of her mother's illness.

Why are you being unusually clingy today?

He didn't think much of it.

She simply thought that her mother had recovered and been discharged from the hospital, and a weight was lifted from her heart.

Liu Yukun took the initiative and grabbed her waist with both hands.

They turned the tables and took the initiative.

That night, Sheng Ruzhi wanted to... again and again.

Each time, it felt like she was trying to melt her own soul into his body.

Liu Yukun accepted everything without hesitation, responding enthusiastically and directly.

The two of them didn't fall into a deep sleep until after 2 a.m.

the next day.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long strip of light across the floor.

Sheng Ruzhi opened her eyes.

The spot next to me was already empty, and the blankets were cold.

Liu Yukun went to the store.

She threw back the covers and stepped onto the floor, her legs feeling weak.

I didn't go to wash up right away.

I just stood there by the bed, looking at the two-bedroom apartment where I had lived for several years.

The pothos on the windowsill was bought when she first moved in, and now it has climbed all over the wall.

The throw pillows on the sofa were specially picked out by her at the market.

She also carefully washed and neatly arranged several pairs of men's slippers.

Sheng Ruzhi twitched the corners of her mouth and laughed out loud.

As I was laughing, tears suddenly fell onto the back of my hand without warning.

She truly loved.

She went completely mad for this man.

But now, she has succumbed to reality.

Sheng Ruzhi dried her face, walked to the dressing table, and opened the bottom drawer.

Inside lay a red-covered passbook.

Over the past few years, she has been reluctant to spend the living expenses and money Liu Yukun gave her for clothes, and she has saved it all in this account.

When his mother was hospitalized, Liu Yukun covered all the expenses.

She hasn't touched a single penny of the money in that passbook.

She opened the combination lock box in the study.

Turn the combination lock.

Liu Yukun had told her that the password was her birthday and that she should open the safe if she needed cash.

He is very generous with money.

Some say that where money is, there is love.

She knew that Liu Yukun loved her; they were together because of love and they also separated because of love.

A "click" sound.

The box door popped open.

Sheng Ruzhi took out a thousand yuan in cash, folded it, and stuffed it into her coat pocket.

The expenses for this trip back to my hometown are enough.

Then, she carefully placed the red passbook into the combination lock box.

Close the box and push it back under the bed.

She walked to the table and found a pen and a piece of white paper.

I wrote a few lines.

"Yukun, all the money you've given me over the years is in a savings account, which is in a safe with a combination lock. I'm breaking my promise; I'm going home to work, go on blind dates, and get married."

If one day we meet in this vast sea of ​​people, please pretend you don't know me. Let us just pass each other by. You must be very happy, and I will be happy too.

The note was tucked under the pack of cigarettes he usually smoked.

Noon.

Sheng Ruzhi, carrying a canvas bag, helped her mother into the waiting hall of the train station.

It was noisy with people.

She found a seat for her mother and went to get hot water for herself.

"Zhizhi." Looking at the crowd around her, Sheng's mother knew that her daughter had broken up with her boyfriend.

She didn't dare to ask, assuming it was her family situation that made the man back down.

"Are you really deciding to go back to work?"

"I've already resigned. From now on, I'm going to be Mom's good daughter." Sheng Ruzhi leaned on her shoulder. "Let's go. Tickets are being checked."

She did not look back at the road she had come from.

……

Shanghai City South Antique Market.

Chen wandered into an inconspicuous shop.

These past few days I've been running around with Song Xianglan, so I haven't had much free time to go out and stroll around.

"Boss, how much is this bowl?" Chen Zui pointed to a porcelain bowl with blue and white decorations on the glass counter.

The shop owner was a thin old man with a pair of triangular eyes that darted around.

He sized Chen Zui up and down. The guy was wearing a designer tracksuit, a gold watch on his wrist, and spoke with a strong regional accent.

The fat sheep has arrived.

"A genuine Ming Dynasty official kiln piece, from the Chenghua period." The old man picked up the bowl and handed it over, "You can handle it first."

Chen Zui reached out to take it.

I just took the bowl.

A crisp "snap" sound.

The base of the blue and white porcelain bowl suddenly detached itself and crashed onto the bluestone ground, shattering into several pieces.

Chen Zui stood there, stunned. "This has nothing to do with me."

"Oh dear, my family heirloom!" the old man wailed in his hoarse voice, grabbing Chen Zui's wrist. "This is a treasure passed down through twenty generations of my Li family. If my ancestors knew you'd smashed this heirloom, they'd come running back in the middle of the night with their coffins to beat me up."

"Let go."

Chen tried his best to shake it off, but failed.

"You glued this bowl together, didn't you? You're trying to scam me."

"You smashed things and want to renege on your debt?" the old man shouted towards the back door of the shop.

Suddenly, four or five burly men rushed out and cornered Chen Zui against the wall.

Chen's heart skipped a beat. He had been scammed.

"This is a gang crime!" Chen Zui shouted at the top of his lungs towards the street. "Isn't anyone going to do anything about this? This is robbery in broad daylight!"

Several pedestrians passing by on the street looked over upon hearing the noise, but upon meeting the burly man's murderous gaze, they quickly hurried away.

The owner of the antique shop next door sat at the entrance drinking tea, not even turning his head to look at the other person's business.

"What are you yelling for?" The burly man in the lead stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

He slapped her again with his backhand.

Chen Zui was so badly beaten that he saw stars, and blood instantly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Pay up." The old man coldly held up five fingers. "Two hundred thousand. Not a penny less, and I'll break all your arms and legs today."

"Two hundred thousand?" Chen Zui spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Your broken bowl would sell for two hundred yuan at most if sold by weight in Panjiayuan."

"Hit him again. Teach him some manners." The old man raised his chin.

Four burly men rushed forward.

Fists and leather shoes rained down on Chen Zui.

Chen Zui could only cover his head and squat on the ground.

These guys are too ruthless. If this fight continues, we'll really be done for.

"Stop! Stop fighting!" Chen Zui yelled at the top of his lungs, scrambling against the wall. "I'm not pretending anymore. I'm coming clean."

Several burly men stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"I'm a rich kid." Chen Zui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I didn't bring any money with me."

The old man sneered, "If you don't have money, why are you even browsing this antique street? Are you trying to make fun of me?"

"But my mom is rich. Super rich, she buys bird's nest by the pound." Chen shouted the loudest, "My mom has been in the stock market for years, and her net worth is tens of millions."

She brought me to Haishi this time to buy shops and collect rent. She could easily come up with two million, let alone two hundred thousand.

The old man narrowed his triangular eyes.

That sounds dubious, but the guy's outfit and his guise of being a gullible fool who's rich and easy to scam don't seem like he's faking it.

"Where is your mother?" the old man asked.

"At the hotel." Chen gasped in pain. "Call her. When she heard I was being held, she immediately sent money over."

Old man: "Call them. Give them the room number."

Chen Zui immediately gave the name and phone number of the hotel where Song Xianglan was staying.

At the same time, in the hotel room.

Song Xianglan was trying on a silk shawl in front of a full-length mirror.

She's thinking of buying another old-style house. She could also renovate the current one.

The landline phone by the bed suddenly rang.

She walked over and took the microphone.

"Who is it?"