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

Zhou Fang unzipped her handbag and pulled out a thick stack of three 10,000-yuan notes.

"Miss Shi, take this and buy some clothes." Zhou Fang turned to Shi Xinyi, "All the money is on me."

Shi Xinyi took the money and weighed it in her hand.

"They're quite generous. That's no small sum."

Zhou Fang leaned back on the sofa, his hands in his pockets.

"I won't feel at ease until I get this revenge."

Chen Zui peeled an orange beside him and said, "You're doing justice to heaven. I've disliked that guy surnamed Fu for a long time."

"That bastard Fu Qingnian is not only despicable, but also insatiable," Zhou Fang sneered. "This kid is smart, a graduate of a prestigious university, but unfortunately he can't endure any hardship. He's always looking for shortcuts and only targets rich women."

Yao Hong huddled in the single sofa.

I was completely stunned.

"I heard he's juggling two rich women at the same time, playing both sides perfectly." Zhou Fang tapped the armrest with his finger. "If this family continues to cause trouble, who knows how many more people will be ruined and how many families will fall apart. I want him to vomit clean this time. He'll never be able to recover."

Shi Xinyi stood up.

"I'll take Yao Hong to buy clothes first."

"Let's go. I'll go for a walk with you." Song Xianglan also wanted to go out for a stroll.

The Friendship Shopping Mall, the most luxurious shopping mall in Shanghai.

The smooth marble floor reflects your image.

Yao Hong followed behind Shi Xinyi, not daring to put her hands down carelessly, for fear of getting the silk fabrics hanging on the clothes rack dirty.

I walked up to a counter selling imported women's shoes.

Shi Xinyi stopped and pointed to a pair of pure black pointed leather shoes in the shop window.

"Bring those over to try," Shih Hsin-yi said to the sales clerk.

Wearing white gloves, the saleswoman carefully took out the shoes and placed them next to Yao Hong's feet.

Yao Hong squatted down and glanced at the label on the sole of the shoe.

"One, one thousand yuan?" Yao Hong's voice cracked.

She pulled her feet back and waved her arms frantically. "I'm not trying this on anymore. My feet are so callous and rough, they don't deserve such expensive shoes. If I break the skin, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold myself."

Shi Xinyi grabbed her arm and forcefully pressed her down onto the sofa.

"Would a rich heiress be afraid of ruining her shoes? Put them on and walk around a bit to see."

Yao Hong swallowed hard and took off her leather shoes, which cost ten yuan.

My toes were curled up tightly, as if afraid of getting the leather pads inside dirty.

The heel hit the ground with a crisp "thud".

Yao Hong stood up and tentatively took a step forward.

"Ouch." Yao Hong looked down at her feet. "This feels so comfortable. It really makes a difference."

She straightened her back and took two more steps forward, muttering to herself, "I can't even imagine what the rich live like. Walking on a thousand-yuan note every day, how much wealth do they have? But honestly, even shoes that cost ten or twenty yuan a day would be fine."

Shi Xinyi was amused by her.

"How can that be the same? You're trying to fool a shrewd person. He can tell your true worth just by glancing down at your shoes. That's called appearances."

Song Xianglan spotted a pair of small square-heeled leather shoes on the shelf next to her.

"Could you please let me try these on?" Song Xianglan pointed.

The sales clerk quickly brought over the size.

Song Xianglan changed into the new clothes and turned around in front of the mirror.

It feels great underfoot, and walking on it is very stable.

"Wrap these up." Song Xianglan took out her money and paid directly.

Shi Xinyi was also busy.

He turned around and led Yao Hong into the women's clothing store next door.

Two exquisitely made dresses and a pair of high heels.

Even the underwear inside was completely replaced.

Looking at the long list of receipts the salesperson had given her, Yao Hong felt a pang of heartache.

"Your figure is similar to mine. If you don't mind," Shi Xinyi looked Yao Hong up and down, "I'll go back to the hotel and get you a few sets of old clothes. Some of them I've barely worn twice, and two still have the tags on them. You can take them and change into them; it'll look more natural that way."

"Your feet are the same size as mine, so I'll give you two pairs of shoes too."

Yao Hong: "Miss, even if you've worn a piece of clothing for three years, let alone only worn it a couple of times, it's still a hundred times better than all the new clothes in my closet. How could I possibly look down on it?"

"Alright. Stop calling me 'Miss' all the time." Shi Xinyi clapped her hands. "Remember, from now on, you are the daughter of an overseas Chinese who returned from abroad, and Shi Xinyi's older sister. Straighten your back."

After buying the items.

All the bags, big and small, were handed over to driver Xiao Li.

Xiao Li carried seven or eight bags and took them back to the car first.

noon.

The three of them went into a French restaurant on the top floor of the mall.

The melodious sound of a violin echoed through the restaurant. Waiters in tuxedos respectfully pulled out chairs.

Yao Hong sat down stiffly, placing her hands on her knees.

Shih Hsin-yi pushed over a thick, gold-embossed menu.

"Now I'll teach you the rules for ordering food." Shi Xinyi tapped the table. "When you open the menu, your eyes should only look at the names of the dishes on the left. Never, ever instinctively look at the prices on the right."

Yao Hong nodded repeatedly.

She turned to the first page with trembling hands.

As soon as I saw the words "French Red Wine Braised Beef", my eyes involuntarily darted to the right.

Sixty-eight yuan.

Yao Hong's scalp tingled.

She usually haggles with the vegetable vendors for ages over just a few cents when she buys vegetables in the shantytown.

This palm-sized piece of meat costs sixty-eight?

She slammed the menu shut, nearly jumping off her chair.

"I can't order it." Yao Hong's face turned bright red. "This isn't eating, it's cannibalism."

"Stay calm. You're worth millions now." Shi Xinyi lowered her voice. "Just point a few lines randomly, but don't let anyone see through your act."

Yao Hong gritted her teeth and reopened the menu.

She forced herself to look at the menu once.

I ordered two dishes just like Shi Xinyi did.

The waiter repeated the menu, wrote it down, and turned to leave.

Yao Hong finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

She raised her hand and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "I was so scared. My palms were sweaty. For a moment, I really wanted to grab my bag and run away."

Song Xianglan sat opposite her, picked up her teacup, and chuckled softly. "What's this? You'll see plenty of big scenes in the future. If you're this afraid even of ordering food, how are you going to swindle that kid out of his fortune? Just think that once you've fooled him, this will be your daily routine."

Yao Hong gulped down a large mouthful of lemonade, her heart still pounding.

Song Xianglan's gaze inadvertently drifted toward the restaurant entrance.

A mother and daughter were being led inside by a waiter. The woman in front was well-maintained and dressed in a tasteful cheongsam. The younger woman, half a step behind, wore a wide-brimmed hat, her head down, and looked rather unwell.

Song Xianglan stood up and raised her hand.

"Mother-in-law," Song Xianglan greeted.

Upon hearing the voice, Shen's mother's face immediately warmed up.

She walked over quickly and took Song Xianglan's hand.

"Xianglan. What a coincidence, you're eating here too." Mother Shen smiled and looked at the people at the table.

Song Xianglan nodded, her gaze falling on the woman wearing a hat behind Shen's mother.

The woman took off her hat, revealing a pale face.

There was also a small bruise at the corner of her eye, which was covered with foundation.

Song Xianglan knew exactly what was going on.

The eldest daughter of the Shen family suffered grievances at her husband's home and was physically assaulted by him.

Shen's mother made a special trip back to Haishi this time to support her eldest daughter.

"This is my eldest daughter, Shen Huiting." Shen's mother pulled her daughter in front of her and patted the back of her hand. "Huiting, this is Huijun's mother-in-law, Aunt Song."

Shen Huiting forced a smile, her voice very soft.

"Hello, Aunt Song."

"Good child," Song Xianglan said gently, "It's better to meet by chance than to invite someone. Since we've bumped into each other, let's sit down and eat together. It's my treat today."

Shen's mother did not refuse and pulled Shen Huiting to sit down next to her.

Shi Xinyi greeted everyone warmly.

"Hello, Aunt Shen. Hello, Sister Huiting."

Yao Hong followed suit and quickly greeted them as well.

She secretly observed the clothes and appearance of Shen's mother and Shen Huiting, and then looked at the composed Song Xianglan and Shi Xinyi.

Yao Hong's mind was in turmoil.

This is the real high society.

A meal costing several hundred yuan is as ordinary to them as eating a bowl of wontons on the street.

When he runs into an acquaintance, he casually greets them and invites them to dinner, exuding confidence in every gesture.

She used to live in a shantytown, where she would fight tooth and nail over a few cents. The men she associated with were all stingy and calculating scoundrels.

Yao Hong quietly clenched her fist under the table.

It's one thing if I've never seen a good life before.

Now that she's witnessed it, she's determined to pull off this job, even if it means going through fire. She absolutely cannot let her two daughters live a life where they have to bow and scrape for a few dollars.