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

Zhou Fang is very quick-witted when he's doing business outside.

He immediately understood the reasoning behind it.

"Godmother, just tell everyone he's my friend," Zhou Fang chuckled in a low voice. "Anyway, he lives at my house. If we say he's Tingting's schoolmate, the villagers will definitely gossip. I don't know how many rumors have been spread about me just because I passed by the banyan tree at the village entrance."

"Yes, yes, that's a great idea," Song Xianglan nodded approvingly.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.

Da Bao and Er Bao led Zhao Ziheng downstairs.

Zhao Ziheng was dressed neatly, but his eyes revealed a hint of undisguised surprise.

It was dark when he moved in last night, so I didn't see him clearly.

When I got up this morning, I realized that this house was much more luxurious than most houses in the city.

Not only does it have a separate bathroom, but it also has a flush toilet.

He recalled his tutor saying in class that China's economic center of gravity was rapidly shifting to the southern coast.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now he truly believes it.

This is the living condition of an ordinary fishing village family.

"Good morning, Grandma." Da Bao yawned.

"Hurry up and wash your face, then come home with Grandma for dinner." After saying this, Song Xianglan turned to Zhou Fang and said, "We're going back first. Wait for Cong Ying to get up and come over together."

"Okay, I'll wait for her." Zhou Fang nodded.

Song Xianglan led the three people out of the courtyard and back.

We ran into several early-rising villagers.

"Old Song, you bought so much food so early in the morning!" An auntie greeted him with a smile, but her eyes were fixed on Zhao Ziheng behind her. "Oh my, this young man is really handsome. Whose relative is he?"

Song Xianglan remained unfazed.

"Zhou Fang's friend, you're from the city and have never seen the sea. Come and visit us."

The aunt's eyes lit up.

"Zhou Fang is back? The big boss is something else, it's rare for him to come back to our little fishing village for the New Year."

Da Bao chimed in from behind:

"Auntie, no matter how big a boss my dad is, he still has to go home for Chinese New Year. Whether he's rich or poor, he has to go home for the New Year."

The villagers laughed heartily and patted Da Bao on the shoulder.

"You're quite clever, aren't you? But now that your dad's back, your dear grandma will probably be coming to visit again. She's been asking around the village about your dad quite a bit."

The air grew cold.

Da Bao pursed his lips and remained silent.

Erbao glanced at his older brother but didn't say anything.

Song Xianglan: "Did the old man get a sum of money and decide to give it to his son?"

After saying that, she took Erbao's hand and left.

……

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

Cong Ying rubbed her eyes and sat up from under the covers.

Zhou Fang pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that she was awake, he went over and sat down by the bed.

"You sleep a little longer. I'll go to my godmother's house to get some food and buy two bowls of rice noodle soup." Zhou Fang reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead.

"No need to bother anymore."

Cong Ying frowned slightly and rubbed her aching lower back. "My godmother's family must have made a big breakfast. Let's go eat there."

She glared at Zhou Fang, annoyed.

"You might as well go and sleep in the same room as Erbao from now on."

Zhou Fang chuckled softly, his eyes full of mischief.

He got up, walked to the wardrobe, took out a clean set of clothes, and handed them to her back by the bed.

His large hand naturally landed on her waist and gently kneaded it a couple of times.

Cong Ying's face flushed.

I want to hide.

Zhou Fang lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her lips.

"daughter in law."

He chuckled, "I'm going to sleep with Erbao. That kid kicks me out of bed in the middle of the night. Besides, who sleeps in separate rooms during the Lunar New Year?"

Cong Ying's eyes flushed pink, and she gave him a push.

"Go outside and wait for me."

"We're a legally married couple, we've got our marriage certificate." Zhou Fang said this, but he still obediently turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Cong Ying changed her clothes and did a quick wash.

When Zhou Fang went back into the room.

The bed has been made neatly and tidy.

"Let's go, Godmother must be getting impatient," Cong Ying said.

The two walked out of the courtyard gate side by side.

The village is always lively during the Spring Festival.

Even early in the morning, there are still quite a few people walking on the road.

Zhou Fang naturally took Cong Ying's hand.

Cong Ying was initially a little uncomfortable and tried to break free, but Zhou Fang held on even tighter.

"Zhou Fang?"

At the street corner, an older woman carrying a basket stopped, her eyes widening. When she recognized the person next to Zhou Fang, her voice suddenly rose, "Oh my! Dr. Cong Ying, it's you!"

Cong Ying smiled generously:

"Auntie, Happy New Year!"

"Okay, okay!"

The aunt looked on in surprise, her eyes lingering on the two men's clasped hands. "My God, Zhou Fang, you really know how to pick a wife."

Several villagers nearby also gathered around.

"That's right, everyone knows Dr. Cong Ying is a skilled doctor with a kind heart. Zhou Fang, you're quite the lucky guy."

In the eyes of the villagers.

Men who get divorced usually go downhill.

He mostly sought out divorced women or widows with poor financial conditions.

But Zhou Fang was different; the divorce didn't diminish her status at all.

Instead, he married a city girl who was a doctor at a large hospital.

Cong Ying held a very special position in the village.

In the past, if anyone in a family had a headache or fever, they would have to go to the doctor for help.

"Happy New Year, everyone! Congying and I are getting married on the 25th. Come over for some wedding candy!" Zhou Fang greeted them familiarly, and without lingering, led Congying towards Song Xianglan's house.

"The Zhou family is about to have a change of fortune."

The older woman watched the two figures walk away, clicking her tongue in amazement:

"The first wife was quite formidable, but the one we married later is even more exceptional."

"Well, Zhou Fang has to be capable. Look at his business now, how many people in the village can compare?"

The gate to Song Xianglan's courtyard was open.

A large breakfast table had already been set out in the main room.

"Godmother".

As soon as Zhou Fang and Cong Ying entered the room, they called out.

Song Xianglan brought out the last two small dishes from the kitchen, greeting them with a beaming smile:

"Please sit down and eat while it's hot. Zhao Ziheng, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

Da Bao and Er Bao pulled up chairs and sat down.

Erbao looked up and stared at Cong Ying.

"Mom, why do you have dark circles under your eyes?" Erbao blurted out.

Da Bao chimed in from the side:

"It must be Dad's snoring at night that kept you awake, right?"

Zhou Fang had just picked up the bowl when her face darkened.

"Eat your food, why are you talking so much?" Zhou Fang glared at his two sons.

Cong Ying was initially a little embarrassed, but after hearing what Da Bao and Er Bao said, she burst out laughing.

The smile on her face was impossible to suppress.

"Da Bao and Er Bao are so smart." Cong Ying took the serving chopsticks and put a pan-fried bun on each of the two children's plates.

Zhou Fang felt somewhat helpless watching his wife and son form a united front.

Those two brats.

They're taking him less and less seriously.

Shen Huijun took a soup spoon and ladled a bowl of steaming sweet potato porridge for Cong Ying, pushing it towards her.

"Drink it while it's hot. You can't get this in the new city, can you?" Shen Huijun asked with a smile.

Cong Ying took the bowl and stirred the dried sweet potato in it with a spoon.

"It's really impossible to eat them. Back when I was a sent-down youth in the countryside, we ate sweet potato soup every day, and it made me so sore that I felt nauseous. I thought to myself, 'I wish I could eat sweet potatoes to extinction in my lifetime.'"