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

Liu Yukun rolled his eyes and weakly waved his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, why would I need to inhale that stuff? I'm sick."

"Sick?" Song Xianglan got up, poured a glass of warm water and placed it in front of him. "What illness do you have? I think your father, who has been dead for decades, would look better than you if he crawled out of his grave now."

Liu Yukun picked up his cup and took a sip of water.

My hands were trembling.

"Godmother, I'm really sick." His tone was particularly dejected. "I guess I won't get better this time. Godmother, it's okay if I die. I recently made a lot of money playing the stock market. I've already made my will."

Song Xianglan and Gu Qingping exchanged a glance.

Upon hearing his words, both of them felt a jolt in their hearts.

Song Xianglan felt a lump in her throat, thinking to herself, "Heaven is truly blind. How could such a good young man have contracted a terminal illness?"

"What kind of will is this, at such a young age?" Gu Qingping was anxious. "What illness is it anyway? The quack doctor is definitely talking nonsense. We have the money to go to another hospital."

Liu Yukun clutched his chest. "I've been to all the major hospitals. I've had X-rays and blood drawn. Those quacks all said I'm not sick. What nonsense! Don't I know my own body? I have a serious heart problem."

Song Xianglan stared at his face and discerned something.

"What's wrong with your heart? Is it hurting?"

Liu Yukun's eyes were fixed, and his voice was hoarse. "I can't sleep at all at night. As soon as I close my eyes, my chest aches. It hurts so much that I can't breathe, and I feel an empty, uncomfortable feeling inside. And..."

He paused.

He raised his hand and wiped his face.

"And these past few days, I've just been sitting at home doing nothing, and the tears just keep falling uncontrollably. Godmother, do you think I have a heart condition? It must be in its late stages."

"My dad died early, I lived a little longer than him."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Gu Qingping was still trying to figure out what kind of rare heart disease this was.

Song Xianglan gave a cold laugh and sat back down on the sofa.

"That's enough. No need to see a doctor. There's no cure."

Liu Yukun's face turned even paler.

"Waaaah... I told you I was going to die. Godmother, my estate is divided in two. Half is for you, as a token of my respect. The other half... could you do me a favor and help me find Sheng Ruzhi and give her the money?"

"The only person I've ever wronged in my life is her. She was with me for over two years, and all the money I gave her ended up with me."

Upon hearing the name Sheng Ruzhi.

Song Xianglan couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

That silly boy still hasn't figured out life.

He prides himself on being a seasoned lover, passing through countless women without ever getting attached to them.

He claimed to be a staunch non-marriage advocate, but in the end, he was completely controlled by a young girl.

"Missing her?" Song Xianglan asked in a cool tone.

Liu Yukun's body stiffened.

The three characters "盛如枝" are like a switch.

The moment it was touched, the throbbing pain in his chest would immediately double.

He kept his head down.

He pressed his hand against his heart, his face turning even paler.

"I do." His voice was a little choked up.

"Your head looks like it's had a wrinkle-removing injection, not a single wrinkle. And all you do is spout nonsense." Song Xianglan hit the nail on the head. "You're lovesick. Doctors would want to just throw you out like a fart if they saw you like that."

How old are you? How many women have you met?

He made such grand pronouncements. What about not getting married? What about wanting freedom? He's made a few bucks, and you think the whole world is your personal globe? He rattled off so many things. And then he slapped himself in the face so quickly.

Gu Qingping suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh, so that's what happened. Brother Liu, I thought you were about to kick the bucket. Turns out you were missing Miss Sheng."

Liu Yukun: ...

lovesickness?

He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized what was going on.

He longed for Sheng Ruzhi, whose eyes were always filled with love for him.

Liu Yukun buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"I lost her." His voice was muffled, filled with obvious regret. "I should have known the night before she left. After she was gone, the house was empty, and I didn't even have the will to live. I should have kept her."

Song Xianglan looked at him, looking like he'd lost half his life.

The anger had mostly dissipated.

"Liu Yukun, let me ask you," Song Xianglan tapped the coffee table, "If you were given another chance, would you get married?"

Liu Yukun raised his head.

"As long as Zhizhi is willing to come back, I'll get married immediately. I'll do whatever she says."

"Remember what you said today." Song Xianglan stood up and walked to the cabinet to rummage through it.

After a while.

She took out a piece of paper, walked back, and slapped it in front of Liu Yukun.

"This is the address Sheng Ruzhi left me before she left. I wasn't planning to give it to you, afraid you'd go and ruin other girls again. But seeing you in this half-dead state, I guess I'll just consider it a good deed."

Liu Yukun held the note.

His eyes gradually brightened.

His originally pale face instantly regained some color.

"Godmother. Is this true?"

"Why would I bother making fun of you about this?" Song Xianglan sat down again. "Think it through. If you really want to spend your life with her, then go and pursue her. Don't rush back to Haishi; staying there for a while is fine too."

"The fabric and clothing business is booming in Sheng Ruzhi's hometown. If they want you to stay, you can settle down there and do some business; you'll still succeed."

"A real man should have the courage to make efforts for the one he loves."

Liu Yukun bowed to Song Xianglan three times.

"Thank you, godmother. I will never let her leave in this lifetime. Wherever she wants to be, that's where I'll settle down."

Liu Yukun has no concept of home.

He used to think that home was wherever his brothers were. But his brothers all had their own homes, so he would go to Song Xianglan's house for the Spring Festival to celebrate with everyone.

Gu Qingping watched from the side and shook his head.

"Love is a dangerous thing. Brother Liu, you recovered from your illness really quickly."

"You don't know anything." Liu Yukun glared at him, carefully tucking the note into his inner pocket. "I'm afraid of having a home, but what I crave most is a warm home."

"Alright, don't rush off yet." Song Xianglan steered the conversation back on track. "Before we go to find Sheng Ruzhi, let's settle this mess in front of us."

Liu Yukun immediately stood up straight.

"Godmother, just say the word. I guarantee I'll get it done for you."

Gu Qingping recounted Fu Huanian's plan to steal the antiques.

"We need to find someone knowledgeable to appraise it. How about your old friend, Master Tan Jiu?"

Liu Yukun patted his chest.

"No problem. Master Tan and I have a strong relationship. When his family had trouble back then, I was the one who stepped in to settle things. This old man has a very sharp eye. He can tell the authenticity of old items, even replicas from the Republic of China era, just by looking at them and touching them."

"Then I'll leave this to you and Qingping." Song Xianglan picked up her teacup and took a sip. "Don't alert them. Once Fu Huanian has the information, set up the operation immediately. The sooner the better."

Liu Yukun nodded vigorously.

Now that he has information about Sheng Ruzhi, he is full of energy and can't wait to settle everything in a day and fly away to find her.

"Don't worry, godmother, I'll take Qingping to pay my respects to the magistrate today." Liu Yukun turned around and pulled Gu Qingping out.

Liu Yukun, accompanied by Gu Qingping, knocked on Master Tan's door.

This old man has an eccentric temper, but he owed Liu Yukun a favor a few years ago.

After listening to Gu Qingping explain his purpose, Master Tan sat in his chair and started fiddling with walnuts.

He glanced at Liu Yukun, lifting his eyelids slightly. "Don't cause any deaths. I'm only in charge of the inspection; I know nothing else. How much money is none of my business."

"Don't worry, you don't need to ask for anything else." Liu Yukun bowed with both hands.