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

Fu Qingnian's legs went weak, and he had to support himself on the counter to avoid kneeling down.

The family's last hope turned out to be a counterfeit.

The old man schemed his whole life, causing someone's death, and all he got back was a tattered piece of paper.

Fu Huanian wasn't wrong about him; all the antiques in his house were fake.

He's now counting on all the money he has to turn his life around through internal stock options.

Leaving the antique market.

Fu Qingnian squatted by the roadside, looking lost and dejected, clutching his hair.

Yao Hong walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop looking so glum." Yao Hong handed him a tissue. "It's fake, so be it. Anyway, we have inside connections to turn things around. I wasn't expecting to rely on your parents' help anyway."

Yao Hong looked into Fu Qingnian's eyes.

"Think about it, if we invest all our funds, making tens of millions will only take two or three months. Then, will you still care if this lousy painting is real or fake?"

Of course I care.

Fu Qingnian raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler grasping at the last straw.

"Yes, yes. We have initial public offering (IPO) shares." Fu Qingnian grabbed Yao Hong's hand. "Honghong, when exactly will that batch of shares be finalized? I've already raised the money."

Yao Hong looked at his anxious expression.

The corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

"My brother-in-law said that as long as the money is in place, we can sign the contract tomorrow." Yao Hong held his hand gently in return, "Qingnian, we're about to make it through this tough time."

"With me by your side, you can buy a genuine painting this year."

……

Chen Zui's room door was pushed open.

Master Tan and Song Xianglan went past.

In front of everyone, Master Wei unfolded the painting "Five Oxen" from the box.

The old man had a full head of white hair.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried out.

Song Xianglan and Chen Zui exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.

"When my eldest brother died, his eyelids wouldn't close," Wei Sanye said, his voice choked with emotion. "Back then, Fu Damao was a penniless beggar who collapsed on the street in the dead of winter, almost frozen. It was my eldest brother who carried him home, gave him a hot meal, and found him an apprenticeship."

The veins on the back of Master Wei's hand bulged.

"When he came of age, our family even paid for his wedding. Who would have thought that this beast would spread rumors and slanders outside in order to seize our family's property? My nephew returned from studying in America, full of enthusiasm to serve his country, and he was killed by him like this."

Master Wei gritted his teeth.

My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't hold the painting.

Master Tan sighed and gently patted Master Wei's shoulder.

They were all helpless back then.

"The family is scattered, some dead, some scattered. Some even ran away and never returned home in their lives." Master Wei held the scroll. "Today, this painting can return home. On behalf of the ancestors of the Wei family, I thank you all."

Master Wei was about to kneel down in front of Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan quickly grabbed his arm, "Please don't do this. I don't want to shorten my lifespan."

"How much is this painting? We want to compensate you." Master Wei wiped away his tears. "This is my elder brother's lifeblood; we can't just take it from you for nothing."

Song Xianglan pressed his hand down.

"We tricked the Fu family out of this, so there's no reason for us to take your money. We're just returning it to its rightful owner."

Master Tan spoke up from the side:

"Ms. Song, don't stand on ceremony with him. He's very shrewd and has already amassed a large fortune thanks to the reform and opening up policy in recent years."

Song Xianglan shook her head:

"This originally belonged to the Wei family. However, Yao Hong put in a lot of effort in this matter. If you feel bad about it, just compensate her a little. As for the rest, please donate some to our welfare foundation."

Master Wei nodded readily.

"Okay! I'll leave some money for that girl, and I'll donate another 200,000 to the foundation. I'll continue to donate as long as I have the money."

"Okay. It's not safe to stay here any longer; you should leave as soon as possible."

Master Tan and Master Wei left with the painting.

As soon as the door closed, Chen Zui leaned back on the sofa. "Godmother, you're so generous. You just gave away a painting worth millions like that."

Song Xianglan picked up her teacup and blew on it. "It's too hot to handle things that aren't ours. The Fu family has committed many evils, and they deserve to end up like this."

Recently.

Fu Qingnian went crazy borrowing money from loan sharks.

He never mentioned to his parents that the painting was fake, and kept urging them to borrow money.

A hodgepodge.

We finally raised 600,000.

He delivered the money to the hotel and gave it to Yao Hong.

Yao Hong handed the money to Chen Zui in person and signed a contract.

Both parties signed the document.

Chen asked, "You two should get married soon. Getting married early will help your father-in-law manage his business."

Yao Hong said with a smile, "Let's get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

the next morning.

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Fu Qingnian was wearing a brand-new suit with a red flower pinned to his chest. His mother, wearing a bright red cardigan, stood beside him, tiptoeing and peering into the intersection.

The sun is getting stronger and stronger.

Before we knew it, it was 11:30 a.m.

The doors of the Civil Affairs Bureau were all closed, and there wasn't even a trace of Yao Hong.

"Second son, something's not right." Mrs. Fu was panicked. "Has something happened to her? How could she be late on such an important day?"

Fu Qingnian's forehead was covered in sweat.

The tie was so tight he could hardly breathe.

"Maybe...maybe her dad had something come up and he was delayed." He stammered, trying to make amends. "I'll go to the hotel to find her right now."

Fu Qingnian turned around and ran to the roadside to flag down a taxi.

We headed straight to a five-star hotel.

"Could you please check which room Mr. Yao and Yao Hong are in?"

The receptionist flipped through the register. "You mean those overseas Chinese businessmen? They checked out last night and said they bought plane tickets to leave Haishi last night."

"You checked out?!"

Fu Qingnian's vision went black. "Impossible. She said she'd get our marriage certificate today."

The receptionist politely explained:

"Sir, we do not have any information on these guests. Besides, Ms. Yao has not been staying at our hotel, and she did not tell us whether she had obtained a marriage certificate or not."

Fu Qingnian's head was buzzing.

He had a bad feeling; this seemed to be the same method he used to deal with An Xiyang and the others.

He stumbled and rushed out of the hotel.

He transferred a house to Yao Hong; she must be waiting for him there.

He flagged down a tricycle.

I rushed to the door of the old house.

The door wasn't locked.

The sounds of hammering and banging during renovations could be heard coming from inside.

Fu Qingnian kicked the door open. "Honghong."

Three or four unfamiliar men inside stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

A bald man carrying a wrench walked over, looked him up and down, and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here yelling about how miserable I am?"

"This is my house!" Fu Qingnian pointed at the other person's nose and yelled, "Who are you people? Get out of my house! Yao Hong, come out here!"

The bald man was delighted.

He turned around and exchanged glances with his brothers.

"Are you fucking drunk?" The bald man slammed a wrench on the table. "I just completed the property transfer at the housing bureau the day before yesterday. I bought the house for a few thousand yuan. It's clearly stated on the property certificate that Yao Hong is not here."

Fu Qingnian was stunned.

"This house belongs to Yao Hong... how could it be sold to you..."

"I don't care about Yao Hong or Li Hong." The bald man shoved him impatiently. "The real estate agent showed me the house, all the paperwork is legal and compliant. Get lost and don't waste my time."

Fu Qingnian refused to leave, saying, "No! This house is mine, you have to give it back to me."

He couldn't believe Yao Hong was a fraud.

He transferred the house to Yao Hong and even mortgaged it to borrow money for investment.

If Yao Hong runs away.

Investing in the initial public offering (IPO) shares of a mining company... Fu Qingnian dared not even imagine it.

Several men immediately surrounded them.

With a few punches and kicks, he kicked Fu Qingnian out the door.

"Your mouth's like a pair of cotton pants, you'll say anything you can get your hands on. Give me back your house? Do you even look like someone who owns a house?" The bald man spat at him. "If you mess around again, I'll break your legs."

The door slammed shut.

Fu Qingnian slumped in the stairwell, his face covered in bruises.

Cold sweat streamed down my forehead.

Six hundred thousand yuan in cash, plus a house, are all gone.

There were also the jewelry, clothes, and pocket money that he had given to Yao Hong before.

He thought of Fu Huanian's cronies and ran home full of hope.

Inside the Fu family's old house.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Mr. Fu sat on the sofa, half of his face devoid of color.

Fu's mother clutched her chest and cried beside her.

Fu Qingnian leaned against the corner of the wall, looking utterly dejected.

The door was pushed open.

Fu Huanian walked in with dark circles under his eyes, his clothes were wrinkled, and he reeked of alcohol.

"Eldest brother, you need to go find that Gu Qingping quickly. Second brother was cheated by that bitch. All our family's money is gone!"

Fu Huanian was stunned for three seconds.

He shook off his mother's hand.

"What do you mean by all the money in the house is gone?"

Fu Huanian was like a raging beast. "I just went to the Gu family's place, and there wasn't a soul in sight. The neighbor next door said he'd made enough money, gone back to his hometown to get married, and would never come to Haishi again."

Fu Huanian scratched his head. "I don't even know where he's from. Where am I supposed to find him?"

"What?" Fu's father's vision went black as he suppressed the taste of blood in his mouth.

Fu Qingnian: "That Gu Qingping is no good either."

"I want to ask you what you did!" Fu Huanian pointed at his nose and cursed, "You ran away with all the money in the house, so I went to the casino to try and get some capital. I lost it all, so I mortgaged this house to the casino."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later, Fu's mother let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She fainted immediately.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from downstairs.

Seven or eight burly men with menacing faces rushed up, wielding iron bars. The leader kicked the door hard.

"Fu Huanian. When are you going to pay back the money you owe the casino?" The leader of the thugs grabbed Fu Huanian by the collar. "If we don't see the money, we'll take this house."

Mr. Fu clutched his chest, pointed at Fu Huanian, and couldn't catch his breath.

It fell straight backward.