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

Yao Hong has learned enough; it's time for her to go fishing.

The sound of a soothing violin filled the Western restaurant.

Song Xianglan and Yao Hong sat by the window.

Song Xianglan wore a dark green cheongsam, her hair was styled in an elegant updo, and she wore a pearl necklace the size of a thumb around her neck.

She has the air of a wealthy woman.

Yao Hong sat opposite her.

She wore a well-tailored burgundy silk dress, had her hair styled in big waves, and exuded a languid yet elegant charm.

"Don't be nervous, keep your back straight." Song Xianglan cut her steak without even lifting her eyelids. "Fu Qingnian is at the table diagonally behind you. From the moment you walked in, his eyes have darted over you five times."

Yao Hong paused slightly, holding her knife and fork.

"Aunt Song, will this trick work? A man like Fu Qingnian is never short of women. I've only ever hooked up with poor people before, this is the first time I've hooked up with someone so rich. I need to sleep with him once, so I can know what it's like to sleep with a rich man."

"He doesn't lack women, but he lacks women who are confident, charming, and can bring him benefits in his career."

Song Xianglan was not used to wearing this cheongsam.

I feel uncomfortable walking and doing things.

"Those young girls outside think he's rich and they fawn over him. You're different. You're a wealthy heiress now, and you're not short of money at all."

"My palms are sweaty," Yao Hong said in a low voice.

Song Xianglan glared at her. "When you look at someone, don't let your eyes wander. You have to treat them like a dog, a dog you can kick away anytime. Don't look like you're trying to please them. Think about all the things that bastard has done, what are you so nervous about? You're doing this on behalf of God."

Yao Hong picked up her wine glass and took a small sip of red wine.

She adjusted her breathing, perfectly capturing that arrogant and domineering air.

The table diagonally behind.

Fu Qingnian ate his meal with a feeling of irritability.

All the money I recently invested in the stock market has gone down the drain. That woman's money isn't enough... I need to find another one.

His gaze kept drifting towards the table by the window.

The woman in the red dress exuded a mature charm, yet also carried an air of aloof elegance. The old lady opposite her was even more imposing; her outfit alone must have cost tens of thousands.

When did this mother and daughter appear in Shanghai?

"What are you looking at, Boss Fu?" His business partner across from him followed his gaze. "Oh, that mother and daughter. I heard they just moved into the hotel's presidential suite a few days ago. They have a private car picking them up every day, very high-class. I guess they're some big spenders returning from Hong Kong or Southeast Asia."

"Those who come back from outside must have connections." Fu Qingnian wiped his mouth.

"Who knows? Anyway, he's very generous."

A calculating glint flashed in Fu Qingnian's eyes.

Song Xianglan waved to the waiter.

"Check, please." Song Xianglan tossed out a wad of cash. "Keep the change. Consider it your tip."

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Madam."

Yao Hong stood up and picked up the Chanel handbag from the table.

As she passed Fu Qingnian's table, her bag accidentally bumped into the corner of the table and fell to the ground.

The clasp popped open, and several documents, all in foreign languages, fell out.

Fu Qingnian reacted quickly, taking a few steps forward and bending down to help her pick up her things.

"Miss, here are your things." Fu Qingnian handed them over, his gaze sweeping over the documents. The prominent "Trust Fund" and several huge zeros on them still made his heart pound.

Yao Hong took the items and nodded faintly.

"Thanks."

Without even giving him a second glance, he turned and left.

"Have you two just returned from abroad?" Fu Qingnian casually handed over his business card, blocking their way. "My name is Fu Qingnian. I run a small business in Haishi. If you two need any help in Haishi, please feel free to contact me."

Yao Hong did not answer.

I glanced down at the business card.

Song Xianglan sized Fu Qingnian up and down. Her eyes were critical.

She spoke arrogantly, "We're just passing through Haishi to take care of some business. We've already taken care of the people who needed to be taken care of. There's no need for Boss Fu to trouble himself."

"There are many ways to make friends," Fu Qingnian said with a smile after being rebuffed. "Madam is new here, and the waters of Haishi are quite deep. It's always more convenient to have a local to look after you."

"Yeah?"

Song Xianglan chuckled, "Then we won't disturb Boss Fu's meal. Honghong, let's go."

Song Xianglan led Yao Hong straight towards the door.

Fu Qingnian's hand, holding the business card, froze in mid-air.

Instead of getting angry, it aroused a strong desire to conquer.

If you could get your hands on a woman who's rich, powerful, and arrogant, and maybe even bring the money behind her into your own pocket... Fu Qingnian stared at Yao Hong's swaying waist and licked his lips.

Back in the room.

As soon as the door closed, Yao Hong took off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

"Aunt Song, your demeanor just now was terrifying. The way Fu Qingnian looked at us made me think we were two gods of wealth walking around wrapped in money."

"That's just how men are." Song Xianglan sat on the sofa, kicked off her shoes, and rubbed her ankle. "You can't make a sale by chasing after things too much. The more unattainable something is, the more desirable it seems. The fish has already taken the bait; you have to slowly add the next bit."

"What's next?" Yao Hong poured two glasses of water and handed one to Song Xianglan.

"Let him cool off for three days." Song Xianglan took the water glass, her eyes flashing with a sharp light. "During these three days, no matter where he tries to create a chance encounter, don't give him a friendly look."

When he's desperate, give him a little something sweet. Get his phone number and tell him a few lies.

Yao Hong rested her chin on her hands, "If it were before, I would have pounced on them long ago. Every little bit of money I could swindle was a bonus."

Song Xianglan: ...

For three consecutive days.

Fu Qingnian appeared in the hotel lobby on time every day.

He's been looking for an opportunity.

Aside from the imposing old lady on the first day, Yao Hong was the only one coming and going for the next few days. She always wore sunglasses, high heels, and kept her eyes straight ahead.

Fu Qingnian tried to speak to him several times, but was always turned away by that cold face.

Fu Qingnian was somewhat anxious.

Several times he wanted to just walk away.

But the thought of that trust fund document made him reconsider. Back then, he had the audacity to pursue An Xiyang for years. Now, with such a lucrative opportunity right in front of him, how could he easily give up?

On the fourth night.

The sky was just beginning to darken, and the wind outside the restaurant carried a hint of heat.

Yao Hong walked out of the revolving door. She was wearing a light purple silk halter dress. Her high heels clicked crisply on the stone steps.

She walked to the side of the road and looked around.

I waited for several minutes, but no empty cars passed by.

Yao Hong frowned and looked down at her watch in annoyance.

Fu Qingnian walked over quickly.

"Miss Yao, are you going out?" Fu Qingnian stopped a step away, his tone gentle. "It's not easy to get a taxi at this hour outside the restaurant. If you don't mind, my car is in the parking lot. I'll take you there."

Yao Hong turned her head and looked him up and down.

He didn't say anything.

They did not refuse.

She opened her Chanel bag and took out a box of Marlboro cigarettes.

Fu Qingnian immediately stepped forward and naturally took the cigarette case from her hand.

He pulled out a cigarette, held it to Yao Hong's lips with both hands, then took out a metal lighter and lit it while protecting the flame.

His movements were so skillful that there was no fault in them.

Yao Hong held a cigarette between her fingers and took a drag. The smoke drifted between the two of them.

"Are all men the same?" Yao Hong blurted out abruptly.

Fu Qingnian put away his lighter and followed up on her words, saying, "Miss Yao, your words are too broad. Did something unpleasant happen?"