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

Just then, the proprietress came out with a bowl of mushroom soup.

His face was still dark.

He was clearly still angry.

Song Tingting didn't ask any further questions.

She asked the proprietress to bring her two bottles of soda.

The portions were generous, and the sweet and sour pork was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; the taste was indeed authentic.

Good quality and low price.

This continued until the two finished their meal.

Yan Xiaowu didn't show his face in the kitchen either.

When it came time to pay, Song Tingting insisted on paying. Lei Li didn't argue with her over such a small matter.

The two left the alley.

The winter sun felt cold on my skin.

But today Lei Li felt unusually warm.

He walked beside Song Tingting, taking very slow steps.

As we walked.

He turned to look at her.

Song Tingting had no makeup on, but in his eyes, she was pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at her.

Lei Li couldn't control the smile on his face at all.

He was just standing there grinning like an idiot.

The alleyways are narrow.

An old bicycle rode towards us.

The cyclist was an old man. When he saw Lei Li dawdling in the middle of the road, he immediately rang his bicycle bell.

"Ring ring!"

"Hey! You big guy up ahead!" the old man shouted irritably, "What are you swaying around for? Like an idiot, not watching where you're going?"

Song Tingting quickly moved to the side and tugged at Lei Li's sleeve.

Lei Li took a step closer to her.

Instead of getting angry, he smiled at the old man's retreating figure.

Lei Li lowered his head, leaned close to Song Tingting's ear, and spoke with barely concealed smugness.

"Tingting."

He whispered, "Right now, I'm the happiest fool in all of Beijing."

Song Tingting glanced at him sideways.

Those eyes, which were usually cold and sharp, were now filled with the warmth of a whole winter sun.

She curved her lips into a smile.

In the afternoon, they first went to a nearby shopping mall.

Following the example of other young people, Lei Li took Song Tingting to the ice rink.

As evening approached, the two went into the city library.

They each took a book.

I found a quiet spot and sat there until 7 p.m. before leaving.

We left the library.

The wind is a bit cold.

"Are you hungry?" Lei Li asked.

Song Tingting nodded.

The two found a barbecue restaurant nearby.

The shop was doing good business, filled with smoke and packed with people.

They chose an empty table against the wall and sat down.

Just as Lei Li finished ordering, he heard the sound of glasses clinking from the next table.

"Fifth Brother, drink."

Song Tingting looked in the direction of the sound.

Four young men were sitting at the next table, with seven or eight empty wine bottles on the table.

The man sitting in the middle had his back to them.

"Yan Xiaowu, did your aunt scold you again today?" one of the young men asked, munching on a lamb skewer. "She's a real jerk. How can she talk about her nephew like that? Want us brothers to stand up for you?"

Yan Xiaowu took a sip of Erguotou from his cup.

He slammed the cup heavily on the table.

"Who does she think she is?"

Yan Xiaowu hiccuped, "I'm a loyal friend, that's why I have so many friends."

If anyone outside doesn't call me Fifth Brother or give me a thumbs up, then I'm truly a great friend.

She just doesn't like me, complaining that I do too little work and eat too much. I'm eating the Yan family's food, not her Lu family's.

His companions chimed in.

"Your uncle is blind; he married a troublemaker."

Another person leaned closer to Yan Xiaowu and asked:

"Never mind that old hag. By the way, how's that woman you were looking for? Did you get her?"

Upon hearing this...

Song Tingting stopped moving.

Yan Xiaowu picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

"Soon."

Yan Xiaowu's tone was smug:

"This woman is quite suitable. She has no parents, and her vampire brother in the countryside has been out of contact with her. She usually seems quite gentle and obedient, so she's easy to manipulate."

"How's her salary?"

"The salary for selling clothes is not low."

Yan Xiaowu snorted, "She has a Beijing hukou (household registration). But after we get married, she'll have to quit her job and stay home to take care of the children and me. I'll still have to earn money to support the family."

"Do you have a Beijing residency permit?"

The young man next to him had a bright idea. "You'd definitely make a good deal marrying her. Hurry up and win her over!"

Yan Xiaowu nodded smugly.

"She's easy to please."

He chuckled in a low voice, "I just followed the methods you taught me, telling her every day what a good woman should be like, that a woman who takes care of her family is dutiful."

She is most afraid of being perceived as immoral.

After I said those words, she felt that I valued her, unlike those bad women who only cared about money. I told her that a good woman knows how to give in order to earn a man's true affection.

Several people burst into laughter.

"You really know how to do things!"

His companion slammed his fist on the table, "You've got him wrapped around your little finger. Don't forget about us at any weddings you attend."

Yan Xiaowu waved his hand:

"Don't worry, you won't be treated unfairly."

The noise from the barbecue restaurant couldn't drown out the arrogance of this table.

Song Tingting sat in the chair.

His face was extremely cold.

"Son of a bitch."

She gritted her teeth and cursed.

Lei Li's eyebrows furrowed into a straight line.

The people at that table were talking very loudly.

He started uttering vulgar and offensive language.

Song Tingting stood up and was about to go over to argue with them.

Lei Li pressed down on her arm.

Lei Li walked over to the next table. "Could you guys please keep your voices down? You're disturbing my meal with my girlfriend."

Its tall body instantly blocked out the light.

The laughter on the table stopped.

Yan Xiaowu raised his head.

He looked at Lei Li with a strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Who are you guys?" Yan Xiaowu glared impatiently. "Have your girlfriend come over and offer a toast. We'll show you what drinking culture is all about."

The young men at the same table stood up.

They looked ready to fight.

Lei Li didn't say a word.

He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a notebook, and slammed it on the table.

Military officer's ID.

The young men looked down at the words on the sign and their expressions changed.

His arrogant demeanor vanished instantly.

One by one, they obediently sat back down on their stools.

Yan Xiaowu was also stunned, and sobered up considerably.

He glanced at his officer's ID, then at Lei Li, and didn't dare to say another word.

Lei Li put away his identification documents.

He turned around, went to the counter, paid, and pulled Song Tingting towards the door.

The glass door of the barbecue restaurant was pushed open.

Yan Xiaowu turned his head and stared at the man and woman who had walked onto the street.

He rubbed his eyes, his gaze falling on Song Tingting's back.

"Why does that woman look so familiar?" Yan Xiaowu muttered, frowning.

The person next to him breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster, and gave him a push.

Everyone laughed at him:

"You keep saying everyone looks familiar. Never mind that, just keep drinking!"

Yan Xiaowu felt that something was not right.

The man with the military officer's ID, and the woman—this is all too suspicious.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became.

I took a swig of my drink and greeted the guy at the table.

Check out and leave.

Passing by the street corner.

He stopped and bought two beef patties, wrapped them in oil paper, put them in his pocket, and headed straight for the tenement.

It's windy at night.

He found a child at the entrance of the alley.

I slipped in two cents.

Pointing to the large courtyard.

"Go and call Mao Qiaozhen out from the innermost room."

A short while later, Mao Qiaozhen rushed out.

She was wearing a large down jacket and a pair of old, fluffy cotton shoes, her hair was messy from the wind.

"Fifth Brother?"

Mao Qiaozhen looked around, then ran up to him. "Why did you come here in this cold weather?"

Yan Xiaowu took the oil paper package out of his pocket and stuffed it into her hand.

"Eat it while it's hot."

The oil paper package still carried his body heat.

Mao Qiaozhen held the meat pie, somewhat at a loss.

"You came all this way so late just to bring me a meat pie?"

Yan Xiaowu sighed and leaned against the brick wall.

"Today, a customer got drunk at the store, and I helped take him home. He was very polite and insisted on having a few drinks with me."

He pointed to his face. "We just finished a show. I passed by a meat pie stall and heard that their beef pies were delicious, so I wanted you to try them too."