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

Shen Huijun looked at the boxes on the table: "You brought just the right amount. Yu Kun is getting married too, you know that, right?"

"I heard someone mention it, but I didn't hear the whole thing." Song Tingting pressed the clothes in her bag down a bit.

"I'm dating a girl from out of town surnamed Sheng. My mom went to see her recently." Shen Huijun pulled her stool forward a bit. "The girl's side has already held a wedding banquet, and this time she's back to hold one together with Zhou Fang and the others."

Both of them married women from other places, and they were unfamiliar with the area, with no one to help them. Mom has been busy these past few days preparing things for their wedding.

"That means we'll have to worry about it more," Song Tingting nodded in agreement.

Neither Zhou Fang's parents nor Liu Yukun's parents can be relied upon.

Shen Huijun smiled:

"You know Mom's temper. She'd rather run errands herself than not make sure the wedding is beautiful. She said she'd have to hold a continuous banquet."

Song Tingting asked, "Aren't we going to ask Zhou Fang's parents and Liu Yukun's mother?"

"Why bother looking for them? It only makes me angry." Song Xianglan sneered from the side.

"Luckily, I was well-prepared, and I even have a wedding gift for Brother Yukun." Song Tingting then pulled out two tightly sealed wooden boxes from the bottom of her bag and pushed them in front of the two women. "Sister-in-law, this is for you. Mom, this is for you."

Shen Huijun carefully opened the box.

Inside, lined with a soft cloth, lay a porcelain teacup, its rim gleaming with the patina of time.

The box that Song Xianglan opened was larger; it contained a blue and white porcelain vase.

"What's the significance of this?" Shen Huijun asked, holding the cup and examining it closely.

"A vase from the Chenghua period, a teacup from the Song Dynasty," Song Tingting said casually.

Shen Huijun's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the teacup on the table. "From the Song Dynasty? How much would this cost? Tingting, you're being far too generous. How could I possibly accept something like this?"

"These things aren't expensive now."

Song Tingting pressed down on Shen Huijun's wrist, "I was lucky to meet a master in the industry. He can not only identify things but also paint. I bought a lot of things with him."

Most of the money earned from the shop is invested in this. The items aren't expensive, but you have to put in the effort to find them in the countryside. Don't be fooled by the low prices; they're all good quality.

Shen Huijun held a teacup.

"Not expensive?"

"It's really not expensive," Song Tingting explained with a smile. "During the holiday, my classmates and I went to the countryside and saw that some villagers were using old-fashioned pig troughs, so we just bought them and brought them back to Beijing."

"You're bringing pig feed home too?" Song Xianglan stared wide-eyed at her daughter.

"That's not all. I even collected several pickled vegetable bowls and dog bowls," Song Tingting said nonchalantly. "They're all in the yard of that villa in Beijing. You'll see them when you go there later."

"You even bought a villa in Beijing?" Shen Huijun was completely stunned.

"Mom bought it. It's a courtyard house with a yard. I got one set, and you got one set. My set is just right for storing these odds and ends." Song Tingting said casually, then turned around and went to rummage through her bag.

Song Xianglan said, "I prepared this for you. You should have the property certificate by now."

Shen Huijun slapped her forehead. "My memory is terrible. Mom, you gave me a bunch of things. I thought you were keeping them safe for me, so I didn't even look at them."

This time, Song Tingting brought out a bunch of high-end packaged nutritional supplements.

Red ginseng, bird's nest, and boxes of cordyceps were piled on the table.

"Is this also for me?" Song Xianglan frowned immediately as she looked at the pile of things.

"This was asked to be brought to you by Lei Li's family. Lei's mother also gave me a Hermes scarf, and I'm thinking about what gift to bring her after the Spring Festival."

The air in the main room fell silent for a moment.

"Lei Li's family?" Song Xianglan's suspicion deepened. "Why would they send me these things out of the blue? Our two families rarely even see each other, let alone have any contact. How am I supposed to reciprocate with such valuable gifts?"

"What's so difficult about that?" Song Tingting didn't notice anything amiss. "Just bring some of our local preserved radish and dried longan, and some aged Tieguanyin tea to take with them."

"That's hardly worth anything!" Song Xianglan glared at her irritably.

Shen Huijun remained silent, her gaze sweeping over Song Tingting's face twice before she suddenly spoke:

"Tingting, did you visit the Lei family before the New Year?"

"I didn't go."

Song Tingting shook her head. "A few days ago in Beijing, Brother Lei Li happened to come and have a meal with me. The next day, when I was about to catch the train, he drove me to the station. He put these things directly into his car before he left, telling me to make sure I took them home."

Shen Huijun raised her eyebrows slightly.

Is it just a coincidence that you're inviting me to dinner?

They even sent me off at the train station?

This eagerness is probably not directed at any ordinary female comrade.

Shen Huijun exchanged a subtle glance with Song Xianglan.

"Mom, Lei Li must be in his early thirties by now, right?" Shen Huijun asked deliberately.

"No, it seems like it's only thirty." Song Xianglan replied.

"Yes, twenty-nine years old. Among the group that went to the southwest back then, Lei Li was the youngest." Shen Huijun continued, "As Xiang Dong mentioned before, Lei Li will probably stay in the army. If he gets married in the future, he will most likely stay in Beijing."

Song Xianglan understood the meaning behind Shen Huijun's words.

"At thirty, one should have already settled down and started a family."

Song Xianglan stared at the pile of tonics. "Still no solution?"

Song Tingting sat opposite her.

Listening to the two of them talking back and forth, I couldn't understand the hidden meaning at all.

"He's busy in the army, how could he have time to find a partner?" Song Tingting casually agreed. "He's probably going on blind dates. Lei's mother knows a lot of girls from Beijing who are suitable for him, he definitely won't stay single forever."

Looking at her youngest daughter's open and honest demeanor, Song Xianglan sighed inwardly.

This girl has become a bookworm from studying too much, and she's emotionally clueless.

In fact, Song Xianglan never interfered with her children's marriages throughout her life.

She only hopes that her daughter can live freely, have her own career, and be a professional woman with her head held high.

If you really want to find a reliable person to live an ordinary married life, have a child, and experience the joys of motherhood, that would be the icing on the cake.

If I can't meet the right person, or if I'm unhappy after marriage, I can just go home.

As a mother, she can still provide a safety net for her daughter.

But the Lei family is different.

Those were families with deep roots in the capital.

Song Xianglan's mind popped into Cong Ying's head—her ex-boyfriend from Beijing.

Cong Ying, after all, is a girl from Shanghai. She's beautiful, a doctor at a reputable hospital, highly educated and skilled.

Despite those circumstances, her in-laws in Beijing still looked down on her background.

To put it bluntly, our Song family are just farmers who came from a small fishing village.

This is due to a significant difference in social status.

If they really get mixed up, Tingting will inevitably be looked down upon when she goes to her husband's family in the future.

Song Xianglan was 100% against the idea of ​​marrying up.

Thinking of this, Song Xianglan pushed the pile of tonics on the table to the side.

"This thing is too valuable; we can't take it for free." Song Xianglan's tone turned cold. "Go back and ask Lei Li how much it costs, and then give him the money in exchange."

"Pay back?" Song Tingting was taken aback. "That's too formal."

"Mom, don't worry. Although it's a tonic, it's nothing to them. They'll enjoy our local specialties, and I'll help you prepare return gifts." Shen Huijun stopped Song Xianglan.

Even the most astute mother-in-law can become flustered when it comes to her children's affairs.

"Aunt Fu Bao, run!"

Fu Bao grabbed Er Ying and San Ying and rushed into the main room like a gust of wind.

The three little girls' pockets were bulging with fruit candies they had snatched from the village.

Fu Bao stopped abruptly and stared at Song Tingting, who was sitting at the table.

She tilted her head and looked at it for a long time, blinking her big eyes twice.

Fu Bao opened her mouth and called out, then ran over and hugged Song Tingting's leg. "You're my aunt? You look a little different from the photos. I don't really remember you."