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

"Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar? You unfilial son!" Zhou's mother pointed at Zhou Fang's nose and scolded, "I don't expect you to take care of me in my old age or see me off in my death. You're a big boss now, with so many businesses under your control, you have to give me five hundred yuan a month. Otherwise, I'll go to the county tomorrow to report you for disobedience."

Zhou Fang let out a cold laugh.

"Workers in the city toil away for a month and only earn a hundred yuan, and you're asking for five hundred." Zhou Fang took the money back.

"You have several other sons to support. Do you really think you're some kind of matriarch?"

"Give it to me!"

Zhou's mother became anxious.

"A heartless and ungrateful person like you will get your comeuppance sooner or later. You don't deserve to be someone's son."

"Similarly, you are not fit to be a mother."

Zhou Fang's eyes were icy. "I'm warning you. Tomorrow is my wedding, so you'd better not come and cause trouble. And don't say anything disgusting to Cong Ying, and don't use your status as an elder to morally blackmail her. Otherwise, I don't mind spending a thousand yuan to have your sons beaten up."

After saying that, Zhou Fang walked past her and headed home.

Behind him came Zhou's mother's furious curses.

"What the hell? You married two wives and you're using them to warn your own mother? You ungrateful wretch!"

What good will it do you to protect that vixen? I should never have given birth to you; I should have just thrown you down the toilet.

Zhou Fang ignored him and didn't stop walking.

He'd heard these kinds of things too many times; he was no longer bothered by them.

Push open the gate to your own yard.

Cong Ying did not enter the house.

I stood in the middle of the yard and waited for him.

Seeing him come in, Cong Ying quickly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

"It's okay."

Cong Ying gently patted his back, "You have me now, and Da Bao and Er Bao. We are your family."

Zhou's slight irritation was completely dispelled by those words.

He looked down and smiled.

"I'm used to it." Zhou Fang hugged her tighter. "I've long understood that not all parents love their children."

When I was little, I would obsess over it, trying to find an answer and ask her why she didn't like me.

Later, it was no longer needed.

No one can have everything perfect in life. The fact that God let me meet you is the best compensation I could ever receive.

Zhou Fang lowered his head.

He gently rubbed her lips together.

Cong Ying closed her eyes and naturally put her hands on his shoulders.

His scent filled her mouth, carrying the coolness of the night breeze.

After a while.

Zhou Fang picked the person up and carried them to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Cong Ying was startled, her feet dangling in the air. She quickly patted his shoulder to stop him, "Put me down!"

"Come inside and rest." Zhou Fang's voice was low and hoarse, and he took bigger steps.

"No, I can't stay here with you tonight." Cong Ying struggled to jump off his arms, straightened her crumpled clothes, and said, "I have to stay at my godmother's house."

Zhou Fang sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"Do we really have to follow these rules?"

"This is a rule passed down from our ancestors. It's bad luck to sleep under the same roof the night before the wedding." Cong Ying slapped away his hand that was reaching out to her.

"Then I'll take you there." Zhou Fang picked up her coat.

"Don't bother. All this running around will take all night, and we still have to go to the wedding tomorrow." Congying pushed him away. "I'll wait for Ruzhi to come with me."

"Then talk to me for a while."

"Okay." Cong Ying's eyes were full of tenderness.

The two sat on the edge of the bed and talked intimately for a while.

A clear, crisp voice called out from outside the door.

"Sister Congying, are you ready? Aunt Song said it's time to go."

Cong Ying responded and got up to leave.

She turned back and smiled as she reached the door.

"My groom, see you tomorrow morning."

Zhou Fang's heart felt as sweet as honey.

Tonight, Cong Ying and Sheng Ruzhi are both staying at Song Xianglan's house.

Tomorrow, Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun will go to Song Xianglan's house to pick her up.

After half an hour.

Liu Yukun's new house.

Peanuts and braised dishes were laid out on the octagonal table in the main room.

Huang Ronghua, Wang Zhihe, Zhou Fang, and Liu Yukun sat around a table. Song Xiangdong was unable to return from Shenzhen, so his wife, Shen Huijun, represented him.

The four brothers gathered here to drink before their wedding.

Huang Ronghua's cheeks flushed from drinking. He picked up a peanut, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunch.

"Looking around, I'm still the least troublesome one." Huang Ronghua smacked his lips, poured himself a full glass of wine, "My husband and I also got married through an arranged marriage. We didn't have that kind of passionate, life-or-death romance that you guys have. But when it comes to life, the simple and peaceful is the best, and we suffer less trouble."

"We didn't know what love was. We just wanted to give our children a good life."

"Raise children, care for the elderly. Grow old together as companions."

"Perhaps we'll never love each other in our lives, but I'll still choose her. I believe she feels the same way I do."

Wang Zhihe glared at him and cursed:

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think we want to go through all this trouble? Who wouldn't envy you for meeting the right person on a blind date and living a peaceful life? You're getting a good deal and then acting innocent."

Liu Yukun clinked glasses with Huang Ronghua and downed his drink in one gulp.

"You don't know how lucky you are. Ruzhi and I are able to get to where we are today thanks to our godmother."

Zhou Fang leaned back in her chair, twirling the cup in her hand, and smiled without saying a word.

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone knocked on the door.

"Liu Yukun, open the door for me!"

Liu Yukun frowned.

Zhou Fang sighed:

"What happened to me just now, you're going to experience too."

Liu Yukun got up with a sullen face and went to open the door.

Fang Lanhua stood outside with a tense expression.

His eyes glanced into the yard.

"You still recognize me as your mother?"

Fang Lanhua's words were barbed from the start: "My son is getting married, such a big event, and you won't let me, his mother, handle it."

The whole village is joining in the fun, and I, as the mother-in-law, haven't even seen my daughter-in-law's face! How can you expect me to save face? The whole village will laugh at me for not knowing what my daughter-in-law looks like!"

Liu Yukun crossed his arms.

He leaned against the door frame, watching her with an indifferent expression.

"You'll see him tomorrow," Liu Yukun said casually. "Anyway, you're just coming for a meal tomorrow. You don't need to worry about the arrangements; your godmother has already taken care of everything."

"Godmother, godmother! Do you even see me as your biological mother anymore?"

Fang Lanhua's voice was sharp, "I haven't even given my consent yet, and you've already set a date. Did you even consult someone to choose an auspicious date? Is today's date incompatible with my family's? I think this marriage is just a joke."

Liu Yukun listened to her nagging without saying a word in rebuttal.

He reached into his pocket.

He pulled out fifty yuan directly.

He shoved the money into Fang Lanhua's hand.

"Take this and buy something to eat." Liu Yukun said coldly. "Come tomorrow or not, it's up to you. If you don't want to participate, then don't participate, so you won't have a headache and I won't have a headache either."

Fang Lanhua looked down at the money in her hand.

She stuffed the money into her pocket, her expression softening slightly.

Her resentment was still written all over her face. "I'm definitely coming tomorrow. Not only me, but your dad is coming with me too. Tomorrow is the wedding day, and we'll be sitting in the most important seats, drinking tea with the bride."

Liu Yukun's smiling face completely collapsed.

That reckless and aggressive aura immediately surfaced.

"My father died a long time ago, buried in the ground and turned to ashes. Are you planning to hug his bones or his memorial tablet?"

Liu Yukun scoffed:

"I only acknowledge my biological father. I would never allow my wife to serve tea to someone with a different surname. If you bring him tomorrow, the two of you can sit at the guest table outside. There's no place for you at the head table."

"You!" Fang Lanhua's lips trembled with anger.

She was holding back a bellyful of vicious words, wanting to call him an unfilial bastard.

But then he touched the money in his pocket.

He swallowed back all the harsh words.

If you really get into a fight and anger this living devil, you won't get a single penny in the future.

Fang Lanhua stomped her foot, turned around, and stormed off.

Liu Yukun stared at her retreating figure for a long time.

He only entered the courtyard after hearing Wang Zhihe's voice from inside the house, and then closed the gate behind him.

Tomorrow will be his big day.

He has a wife and a family.