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

Lei Li snorted coldly.

"Sister Hong Shanshan is three or four years older than us, and she can take on three or four of us boys by herself."

Later, she joined the army and became a renowned prisoner capturer.

We guys were spurred on by her, and we felt that we couldn't be worse than a woman, so we were determined to join the army.

In Qian Wanru's mouth, it became some kind of childish agreement, which is pure nonsense.

After he finished speaking, the car fell silent.

Only the engine idling was being heard.

Song Tingting's head was buzzing, and she was somewhat speechless from being bombarded with such a huge amount of information.

She truly never imagined that Lei Li would harbor such feelings for her.

"Brother Lei, wait a minute." Song Tingting raised her hand to rub her temples. "My mind is completely blank right now. I've never thought of this before."

Lei Li stared at her for a while.

He grinned.

She didn't immediately push open the car door and leave, nor did she scold him for not knowing his own age and still wanting to mate with a young girl.

This means he has a chance.

"Okay. Take your time to think it over." Lei Li restarted the car, put it in gear, and his tone was much more relaxed. "I won't pressure you. I'll take you home first."

The jeep drove all the way to the entrance of the alley.

The car came to a stop.

Lei Li pulled out the car key, opened the door, and got out of the car.

I went around to the passenger side and opened the car door for her.

Song Tingting grabbed her bag and got off the bus.

Standing in the cold wind.

"Brother Lei, I'm going in now."

Just as she was about to turn around, Lei Li took a big step forward, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly.

The fabric of her coat brushed against her cheek.

A biting cold wind blew, carrying with it the warmth emanating from the man's body.

Song Tingting froze.

Before she could push him away, Lei Li had already quickly let go.

She created distance between them, demonstrating excellent sense of propriety.

"I understand your temper; you hate troublesome things the most." Lei Li looked down at her. "What happened to Qian Wanru today was an accident, and it won't happen again. I'll resolve this matter immediately and make sure no one affects you."

Song Tingting opened her mouth.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say to shut him up.

He could only watch helplessly as Lei Li turned around decisively, got into the car, started the engine, and stepped on the gas.

The jeep turned around and disappeared around the street corner.

She was left alone in the wind, speechless.

Song Tingting pushed open the door to her home.

The cold air was completely kept out of the door.

A fire was lit in the stove inside, and the temperature was just right.

Chang Ping was sitting at the table shelling peanuts.

Seeing her come in, he casually pushed an oil paper package over to her.

"Eat it while it's hot. I just bought this roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) at the entrance of the alley." Chang Ping said with a beaming smile.

Song Tingting untied her scarf and hung it on the wall, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

"What good news is there?"

Chang Ping patted the peanut skins off her hands. "I'd like to share this good fortune with you in advance. I'm planning to get married in June."

Song Tingting's hand, which was about to grab the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), froze in mid-air.

"That's so fast!" Song Tingting exclaimed in astonishment. "I didn't hear you mention having a boyfriend before the New Year. It hasn't been that long, and you're already settling on marriage?"

"A blind date."

Chang Ping poured a cup of hot water and placed it beside her.

"His family isn't well-off, but he's honest, reliable, and has a stable job. Both families approve. I'm not getting any younger, so I'll settle down with the right person. Oh, and Qiaozhen is also in a relationship."

Mao Qiaozhen came in from outside, her cheeks red from the cold.

"Sister Changping, why are you so quick to speak?" Her ears were completely red.

Song Tingting's expression turned serious.

Chang Ping is different from Mao Qiaozhen.

Changping's maternal grandmother was a neighbor living in the compound.

Chang Ping is loved by her elders.

The blind date should be someone you know well.

With family members overseeing things, there's unlikely to be any major mistakes.

But Mao Qiaozhen was a woman with a tragic fate.

His parents died early, and he has a bloodsucking older brother back in his hometown.

What if I meet the wrong person?

Mao Qiaozhen's life was ruined.

"What does the man do for a living? Where is he from? What does his family do? How many people are in his family? Have you found out anything about him?"

Mao Qiaozhen twisted her fingers, her voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

"His name is Yan Xiaowu. He's an apprentice at that newly opened Northeastern restaurant in our alley. The owner of that restaurant is his uncle."

Chang Ping chimed in from the side:

"I've checked on him for Qiaozhen a few times. That young man is quite hardworking; he's always eager to do the work inside and outside the shop."

He said he has several siblings back in his hometown. He's a very loyal person; he's always willing to lend a hand to anyone in the neighborhood who's in trouble. He truly cares about Qiaozhen.

Song Tingting listened.

His brows relaxed a little.

But they still hadn't completely let their guard down.

"You can't judge a book by its cover." Song Tingting patted Mao Qiaozhen's arm. "I need to find some time to visit their store and see for myself."

Mao Qiaozhen stamped her feet in frustration:

"Tingting, don't tell anyone I asked you to go. It would be so awkward if nothing came of it."

"Don't worry."

Song Tingting picked up the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) again. "I'll just treat it as a meal for a regular neighbor. My mom often mentions you two, saying that you two help out at the shop, which saves me a lot of trouble."

When you get married, I'll definitely give each of you a big red envelope.

When it comes to money.

The atmosphere in the room relaxed.

Mao Qiaozhen sat down by the stove to warm her hands. "We don't need to give red envelopes. We've been getting a lot of commission and bonuses from the shop these past two years."

We usually live together, and cooking for ourselves doesn't cost much. I've saved it all.

She looked up at the old beams on the roof.

His eyes were full of anticipation for the future.

"I'm thinking of listening to Grandma Song and buying a house as soon as possible," Mao Qiaozhen said softly. "Only with a house can you have a real home. No one can drive you away."

Chang Ping nodded in agreement:

"Yes, houses in Beijing have become much more expensive in the last two years. If we don't buy now, we might not even be able to afford a toilet in the future."

"If you're really planning to buy, grab it as soon as you see a suitable one this year." Song Tingting swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up her water glass, and took a sip.

"Although prices have gone up now, looking back, this is definitely the cheapest time," Song Tingting said, looking at the two of them. "It's okay to buy in a slightly more remote area."

Chang Ping hesitated for a moment:

"The roads are so bad in this remote area. Can it really work?"

Trust me.

Song Tingting's tone left no room for argument: "Our country is now focusing on developing its economy. Urban planning is changing dramatically every year."

The dirt roads in the suburbs that you bought today will soon become a new city center once the surrounding roads are connected and factories are built.

"While the new houses are just starting construction and land prices are low, buy as big as you can. Buy two if you can, even if you have to borrow money and take out a loan."

Chang Ping and Mao Qiaozhen exchanged a glance.

Their eyes were filled with sincere admiration.

In their eyes, Song Tingting was a genuine Peking University student.

If she dared to say that, then it must be true.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Chang Ping made the final decision. "We'll go and inquire about it tomorrow. We'll buy in one of those newly planned areas nearby. My boyfriend and I will discuss it and decide to buy a house together."

Mao Qiaozhen smiled and said:

"Then I'll buy the house next door."

Late at night.

After washing up, the three girls crawled into the bed covered with thick blankets.

It's warm and cozy in the blankets.

The wind was howling outside.

The whispers inside had only just begun.

Chang Ping: Don't just talk about the two of us. Brother Lei personally drove you home today. Is he pursuing you?