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

Yao Hong stared at the other side of the street, her tone full of disdain and resentment.

"Back then, I had a line of guys chasing me all the way from Chaozhou to Shenzhen. How could I have been so blind as to choose that guy?"

She gritted her teeth, "He clearly said he would treat me well after we got married. But after we got married, he started a business, and he needed money for shops and capital. My dad paid for everything!"

My father is a respectable businessman in Southeast Asia; he often dine with presidents. He made his fortune with money from my family, and now he's become arrogant and keeps mistresses.

Fu Qingnian's heart skipped a beat.

A wealthy businessman from Southeast Asia dined with the president.

The background was bigger than he had anticipated.

"Miss Yao," Fu Qingnian suppressed his excitement and feigned indignation, "this kind of ungrateful man is truly outrageous. If I were to marry a beauty like you, I would definitely spoil you like a princess."

Yao Hong flicked off her cigarette ash.

A cold snort:

"What's so great about those greenhorns out there? They have no figure, no charm. They lie in bed like dead pigs, and even their voices sound fake."

That bastard really thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's rich. He's only made a pittance, and he dares to act like a big shot in front of me. My family's power...”

Yao Hong paused here.

She threw the remaining half of her cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with her high heels.

"Forget it." Yao Hong reached out and smoothed her hair, reverting to her haughty rich girl demeanor. "Why am I talking nonsense to you? Just pretend you didn't hear anything."

Fu Qingnian was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by.

A resentful woman, but with money.

She is on the verge of emotional collapse.

He knows exactly how to deal with this kind of woman.

"Miss Yao, keeping your anger bottled up can be bad for your health." Fu Qingnian stepped forward. "There's a nice bar around the corner. It's quiet and outsiders can't go in. If Miss Yao doesn't mind, I'll have a couple of drinks with you to cheer you up. Tonight, I'll only be listening, I won't say a word."

Yao Hong looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Okay." She nodded. "Let's go."

The bar was dimly lit.

Only a few wall lamps were on.

The resident singer was singing sad love songs.

The two found a booth in a corner and sat down.

The waiter handed over the drinks menu.

"Bring me your most expensive wines." Yao Hong pushed the menu aside. "Tonight's expenses are on me."

Fu Qingnian quickly reached out and pressed down on the menu, then turned and called to the waiter.

"Open the half-bottle of liquor I left at your store, and bring another new one." Fu Qingnian turned to Yao Hong and smiled. "There's no custom in China of letting ladies pay the bill. Miss Yao has been kind enough to give me this opportunity, so I must pay for it."

Yao Hong took back her bag, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you very much, Boss Fu."

The wine was served.

Fu Qingnian was very tactful and didn't ask those sensitive questions. He just kept pouring wine for Yao Hong and saying some flattering things along the way.

After a few glasses of strong liquor...

Yao Hong's eyes began to glaze over.

She rested her chin on one hand, her cheeks flushed, and her tone of voice softened, carrying a hint of intoxication.

"Fu Qingnian, right?" Yao Hong tapped her glass with her finger. "So what if he has a daughter? Does that mean she's not his child?"

"Daughters are good, so sweet." Fu Qingnian went along with it, "What era are we living in? It doesn't matter if you have a boy or a girl."

"He... he's talking utter nonsense." Yao Hong raised her voice. "He gave birth to two daughters in a row. After that bastard got rich, he started complaining that I didn't give him a son. He even came to me and started spouting nonsense, saying that his ancestors appeared to him in a dream and insisted that he have a son to carry on the family line."

Fu Qingnian nodded repeatedly.

Timely echoing:

"Miss Yao, that's just an excuse. When a man's heart changes, he'll make up any lie."

Yao Hong let out a cold laugh.

"Carry on the family line? What's there to pass on in his family? He used to be so poor he didn't even have a decent piece of cloth to cover his balls. The whole family was crammed into a dilapidated, drafty old house. Why didn't his ancestors send him a dream to make a fortune? He's using his mother's money to have an affair and then bringing up his ancestors."

"His ancestors were all cowards."

"Miss Yao, you're just too kind-hearted." Fu Qingnian filled her wine glass.

Yao Hong picked up her wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

"If you push me too far, I'll make sure he loses every last penny of his enormous fortune. I'll make him leave with nothing. Let's see which woman would want him then!"

These words completely ignited the fire in Fu Qingnian's heart.

If we can win over this woman, we can not only get a large sum of money, but we can also directly take over the business in Southeast Asia.

He stared at Yao Hong's fair skin peeking out from her collar, his gaze growing increasingly intense.

"Miss Yao, this kind of man isn't worth getting angry over." Fu Qingnian leaned forward slightly. "With your qualities, what kind of man couldn't you find? Why debase yourself for a good-for-nothing?"

Yao Hong raised her eyelids and glanced at him sideways.

His eyes held a hint of provocation and a touch of mystery.

She stood up.

His body swayed.

Fu Qingnian quickly reached out to help her, his hand landing on her waist.

Yao Hong took the opportunity to push his hand away and picked up her bag.

"I'm not drinking anymore." Yao Hong waved her hand, her speech slightly slurred. "That's enough for today. I'm going back."

"Miss Yao, you've had too much to drink. I'll drive you home." Fu Qingnian stood up as well.

"No need," Yao Hong refused. "You've been drinking; you can't drive. I'll walk myself."

"Then I'll call you a car." Fu Qingnian was unwilling to miss the opportunity to show off.

Yao Hong did not refute further.

The two walked to the entrance of the bar.

Fu Qingnian reached out and flagged down a taxi.

He quickly opened the car door, shielding Yao Hong's head as she got in. He then turned and took out some money, handing it to the driver.

"Driver, please take this lady safely to the hotel."

The driver nodded and took the money.

Yao Hong sat in the back seat and rolled down the car window.

She waved to Fu Qingnian with a smile on her lips.

"Thanks, Mr. Fu."

The taxi started moving and quickly disappeared into the night.

Fu Qingnian stood by the roadside, savoring the sensation of his touch on Yao Hong's waist, his palms burning. This woman had a fiery temper and a wealthy family; she was exactly the kind of fire he desperately needed. With just a little more effort, she and her money would be his.

Twenty minutes later.

Yao Hong walked quickly back to her room, stepping on the carpet.

The door was closed.

The drunkenness on her face vanished instantly.

Yao Hong threw her bag on the sofa, kicked off her high heels, and went into the bathroom to start removing her makeup.

After removing her makeup, she picked up the landline on the table and dialed Song Xianglan's room number.

"Aunt Song, are you asleep?" Yao Hong walked barefoot to the French windows and looked at the streetlights below.

"Not yet, waiting for your message." Song Xianglan's voice was very clear on the other end of the phone. "How's the cooking going?"

"The fish has taken the bait." Yao Hong sneered. "That bastard's eyes practically popped into his wine glass when he heard my family was rich."

"How is he?"

"He's just a good-looking but useless piece of trash." Yao Hong curled her lips, her tone full of disdain. "Let's not even talk about him going to a bar and ordering cheap foreign liquor to show off."

The problem is, he can't hold his liquor. He started getting flushed after only a few drinks and kept trying to force me to drink more. I saw his eyes were practically glazed over, and I was afraid he'd collapse on the table, so I didn't dare drink anymore and quickly pretended to be drunk to get information out of him.

Song Xianglan laughed out loud.

"This kind of guy is just used to pretending; he's incredibly stingy and relies entirely on his smooth talk to deceive people," Song Xianglan warned. "Don't rush to give him any treats. For the next two days, keep him away from him and he'll be worried sick."

"Understood." Yao Hong drew the curtains. "I have plenty of patience to deal with him."

"Be careful. Don't let him take advantage of you."

"Don't worry, Aunt Song. I don't even consider his skills a threat." Yao Hong hung up the phone and went back to the bed to lie down.