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

Hunan Province.

In a room at the guesthouse.

Zhou Fang was looking through the blueprints in his hand when the landline phone by the bed suddenly rang.

He casually picked up the receiver and clipped it between his ear and shoulder, while still flipping through the pages in his hand.

"Feed".

"Dad, Erbao is missing."

Da Bao's sobbing came through the receiver.

The order form in Zhou Fang's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He stood up straight and grabbed the telephone line.

"Dabao, don't cry. Tell me clearly, where did Erbao go?"

"He got into a fight at school. The teacher took his side and scolded him a couple of times, so he threw down his backpack and ran out of the school gate. I've been looking everywhere for him, but I can't find him. Dad, please come back soon!"

"Where are you now?" Zhou Fang asked in a deep voice.

"The gatehouse at the school's main entrance."

"Stay there and don't move. Don't you dare leave your side. Do you hear me?"

"I heard you," Da Bao sobbed.

Zhou Fang hung up the phone and immediately picked up the receiver to redial. His fingers were taut as he pressed the keys, his knuckles turning white.

The call was connected.

"Brother Liu, this is Zhou Fang. Song Xiangdong gave me this number."

"Hey, Brother Zhou, are you settling in well in Hunan Province...?"

"Brother Liu, to make a long story short, there's an emergency at home. I need to get back to Xincheng immediately. Could you please get me a ticket? I'm willing to pay a high price."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then the tone became serious: "Brother, tickets these days are allocated by quota, so they're hard to get. I might not get one for today, but I guarantee I'll get one for tomorrow."

"Brother Liu, I, Zhou Fang, owe you a huge favor. Please help me with the plane tickets, whether it's for today or tomorrow."

"Brother Zhou, you're too kind. Wait for my call at the guesthouse, I'll go and pull some strings."

After hanging up, Zhou Fang immediately dialed Haishi.

The person who answered the phone was his senior.

"Senior brother, I have some things to take care of and won't be able to go to Haishi next week."

"What happened?"

"Something's come up in Xincheng. Keep an eye on that land in Shenbei for me. A man named Shi Wenchuan will be coming to see you in the next few days. You need to cooperate fully with him."

"Okay, things at home come first."

After finishing his official business, Zhou Fang wiped the cold sweat from his face.

He picked up the receiver again and dialed the number for Xincheng Hospital.

They were then transferred to Cong Ying's office.

Cong Ying's voice came through the phone, sounding a little tired.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

Cong Ying: "Zhou Fang? How are things going in Hunan Province?"

Zhou Fang's voice was hoarse, "Cong Ying, can you do me a favor? Da Bao just called and said Er Bao got into a fight at school and ran away."

I'm currently asking someone to buy me a plane ticket to get back. Could you go to the school to check on Da Bao? He's in the reception area at Er Bao's school.

"Lost? When did that happen?" Cong Ying's voice rose.

"I don't know the specifics."

"Don't worry. I'll find someone to cover for me. I'm coming over now, I'll make sure Da Bao is safe and Er Bao is found. Don't fret, he's probably just playing somewhere."

Please.

"Don't talk to me like that. Wait for my news."

After hanging up the phone, Cong Ying took off her white coat and casually draped it over the back of a chair.

She grabbed her handbag and asked a colleague to cover her shift.

He then ran all the way to the hospital entrance and flagged down a tricycle.

"Master, let's go to the primary school."

Ten minutes later, the tricycle stopped at the entrance of a primary school.

Cong Ying jumped out of the car and immediately saw Da Bao squatting on the stone stool at the entrance of the gatehouse.

The tall man, who was 1.8 meters tall, huddled up in a ball, his shoulders twitching.

"Da Bao!"

Da Bao looked up and saw that it was Cong Ying. He burst into tears and rushed over to hug her.

He held Cong Ying in his arms.

"Aunt Cong, Erbao hasn't come back yet."

Cong Ying gently patted his back.

"Don't be afraid, Auntie is here. Take Auntie to see Erbao's teacher."

Da Bao took Cong Ying's hand and walked into the school's academic affairs office.

A male teacher in his thirties was sitting at his desk drinking tea. He put down his teacup when he saw the two people enter.

"Teacher Wang, this is Erbao's... parent." Dabao said timidly.

Teacher Wang looked Cong Ying up and down.

Cong Ying has a good temperament.

Teacher Wang naturally assumed she was the child's mother.

"Are you Zhou Yabo's mother?" Teacher Wang stood up, her tone slightly dismissive. "Oh dear, you've finally come. Your child is so stubborn."

"I heard he got into a fight at school. Now he's disappeared. Teacher Wang, what was the fight about?"

"It was just a little joke between classmates," Teacher Wang tried to downplay the matter. "Boys are very mischievous and play around without any respect for elders."

Zhou Yabo is a child who doesn't study hard and has too much of a strong sense of self-esteem. He gets angry and pushes his classmate when someone makes a casual joke.

"What's wrong with just saying a few words casually? Can a joke really lead to a child running away from school?"

"This..." Teacher Wang looked a little awkward. "It's really nothing serious. I did criticize that student, and of course I also said a few words to Zhou Yabo, telling him to be more magnanimous. Who would have thought he would just pick up his backpack and run away?"

Cong Ying gave a cold laugh.

"Teacher Wang, this isn't how you use 'magnanimity'," Cong Ying said firmly. "Your child was wronged at school, and you just blamed everyone equally without even asking what happened. Now that the child is missing, you're here drinking tea?"

Teacher Wang: "How can you talk like that, parent?"

"I'm busy finding my child. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. You're a teacher, yet you can't be fair and just want to punish everyone equally."

If you have limited ability, you should step down and let someone more capable take over. Don't occupy a position without contributing anything.

"Teacher Wang is a magnanimous person; he should understand that I was just joking."

Cong Ying took Da Bao's hand and turned to leave the office.

As she reached the door, Cong Ying stopped and turned to look at Teacher Wang.

"If anything happens to Erbao, this isn't over. You'd better pray he's safe and sound."

Stepping out of the school gate.

Cong Ying was still unable to calm down.

"Dabao, tell Auntie the truth. What exactly did that classmate say? Erbao would never attack without a reason."

Da Bao lowered his head, his toes grinding against the pebbles on the ground.

Tears fell onto my shoes in a steady stream.

"I heard from other classmates that he cursed Erbao for having a bad life." Dabao's voice choked with emotion, filled with strong grievance, "He said Erbao was a wild child without a mother."

They say the second child isn't doing well in school, and when he comes home, there's no mom to cook for him.

They said my mom didn't want us because we were poor. My second child said my mom was in America, and they said my mom went to be a foreign devil.

"Erbao got angry and started a fight. Later, the teacher sent Erbao's classmates back to the classroom, so they definitely wouldn't dare to say anything."

Cong Ying felt as if someone had squeezed her heart hard.

"Da Bao." Cong Ying patted his back.

"Waaaah... We don't have a mom. Auntie, when Mom went to Haishi, Erbao and I were actually very happy at home. We thought Mom went to the big city to pursue her dreams."

Cong Ying: ...

She didn't really understand An Xiyang's thoughts. She felt that An Xiyang shouldn't listen to her mother in everything, but then she thought of her former lover, and Cong Ying seemed to understand.

Some people never escape the shackles of their families in their entire lives.

Da Bao's eyes were filled with unconcealed resentment and confusion.

"I don't like Haishi. I don't like my grandma's house either. The people at my grandma's house look at my dad and the two of us like we're beggars. It was Haishi and my grandma who stole my mom away."

Cong Ying didn't say anything, she just looked at him with heartache.

"Sometimes I'm immature and it's all my dad's fault. Auntie, if my dad's family had been better off before, if he could have gone to school and become a high-ranking official, would my grandma have looked down on him? Would my mom have stayed with him?"

These words came from the mouth of a ninth-grade student.

It was so heavy it made it hard to breathe.

The breakdown of the family.

Adults think children don't understand, but they are actually more sensitive than anyone else.

Those gossips and disdainful looks have long since turned into thorns stuck in their hearts.