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

The car made several turns before coming to a steady stop in front of a courtyard house in Hutong No. 4.

Lei Li pushed open the car door and skillfully took out his keys to open the front gate. "Mom, Tingting told me a few days ago to have someone clean this place twice, inside and out. The bedding is all new."

"You've been very kind." Song Xianglan got out of the car and looked around the gatehouse.

Liu Chounv and a few others followed her down.

Standing on the blue brick ground, I looked around.

Lei Li pushed open the heavy black lacquered wooden door. "Da Bao came by a couple of days ago. He said he's been very busy lately negotiating some computer business in Beijing. But every time he comes to Beijing, even if Tingting isn't home, he always makes sure to come over and take Songsong out to play and eat."

Song Xianglan nodded in agreement.

"Da Bao is just like Zhou Fang."

Lei Li laughed as he walked inside, "Now Songsong asks every day why her big brother hasn't come yet."

Just then, the door of the courtyard house across the street creaked open.

Everyone turned to look.

A woman in her seventies came out.

She had a perm with elegant big waves, wore a well-tailored dark red velvet cheongsam, and wore a pair of low square-heeled sandals.

The ugly woman's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He reached out and touched the white hair that was plastered to his scalp.

"My goodness! How come all the old ladies in the city dress up like they're on TV?" Liu Chounu said with envy. "Isn't the white hair on my head a bit shabby? I'd like to fix it up myself sometime."

Song Xianglan waved her hand.

"I'll take you to get a perm tomorrow. We'll get a trendy big perm, and I guarantee you'll look like a rich lady walking down the street."

"No need to go far," Lei Li interjected. "Tomorrow, just take Auntie to the hair salon run by Mao Qiaozhen's cousin. It's just two streets away; she's skilled and her business is booming."

Upon hearing the name Mao Qiaozhen.

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

"Mao Qiaozhen? The one from our shop?"

"It's her." Lei Li nodded.

"Back then, she broke up with that Yan Xiaowu, and the following year, Tingting asked me to introduce her to someone. It just so happened that I had a soldier named Qi Jun under my command, a reliable guy. The two hit it off and got married. Qi Jun took advantage of the policy to transfer out of the military and stayed to work in the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau."

Liu Dahua listened intently from behind:

"Oh my, that's quite a stroke of luck!"

"Qi Jun didn't think he had suffered a loss; he kept saying that he had gained a great advantage."

Lei Li said as he carried the luggage inside:

"The two got married and soon had a daughter. Now Qi Jun comes home to take care of the child and do housework. The couple is still as happy as when they first got married."

Song Xianglan nodded.

"That girl is lucky; she's finally made it through."

"Mao Qiaozhen and Chang Ping listen to Tingting the most. A few years ago, the couple gritted their teeth and borrowed money to buy two houses. Now, the value of those two houses alone is enough for them to earn for most of their lives."

Song Xianglan added, "We can keep buying more if we have money. You and Tingting are the same; don't think that having a house to live in is enough. We need to leave some savings for the children."

Listen to your mother.

Song Xianglan's family was quite wealthy.

She plans to donate half of her money and give the other half to her grandchildren and great-granddaughters.

The cash portion was distributed among them and all the younger generation.

Several people stepped through the hanging flower gate.

We entered the inner courtyard.

The courtyard is paved with blue bricks, with artificial hills and small ponds, covered walkways, and a grape trellis in the middle.

Several large water vats were filled with lotus flowers.

The ugly woman had just taken a step when she pulled her foot back.

She bent down.

He reached out to take off his shoes.

Liu Chunhua and Liu Dahua also bent down to take off their shoes.

"What are you doing?" Song Xianglan grabbed Liu Dahua.

"Oh dear, your floor tiles are cleaner than my washbasin." Liu Chounu said, walking barefoot on the ground. "The soles of my shoes are all covered in mud. Don't dirty this nice spot."

"Wow, I can finally live the life of a wealthy person!" Liu Dahua looked around. "Lanlan, your house is like a palace. Did the emperor live here back in the day?"

Liu Chunhua sighed deeply.

"Luckily I came along. My unlucky sons are nagging me every day about this trivial matter of dividing the family property, giving me a headache. When my old man is lucid, he lets me come out and have some fun, instead of staying at home and putting up with that jerk."

Liu Chunhua turned to look at Song Xianglan.

"It's a pity that Juhong has to take care of her daughter's schooling and also help look after her granddaughter and grandson. She and Zhao Shengli are getting busier and busier and have no time to rest."

Liu Dahua nodded with deep feeling.

"That's why you shouldn't have children when you're older," Liu Dahua muttered. "You'll have endless worries after having children, unlike us who can just leave whenever we want now."

Lei Li listened as the old ladies chatted about their neighbors, from one house to another.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Gentlemen, please don't stand in the courtyard." Lei Li pointed to the north-facing house. "This courtyard is spacious. The main house and side rooms have all been prepared. You will each have your own room."

The old ladies walked to the front of the house.

The ugly woman glanced at the bed.

Liu Chou-nv said loudly, "I'll just share a room with Chunhua."

Liu Dahua was not to be outdone.

We went straight to Song Xianglan's room.

"I'll share a room with Lanlan tonight, and then I'll have my own room tomorrow."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

"You three old women are so annoying," Song Xianglan said with disdain. "Your snoring is louder than the last. How can you sleep at night with all of you huddled together?"

He was cursing.

Song Xianglan didn't actually kick people out.

Song Shiyan and Song Shiyi each carried two bags into the house.

"Grandma, just call out if you need anything." Song Shiyan put down her bag. "Shiyi lives in the room next to yours."

"Alright, go wash up quickly."

Song Xianglan spoke up, "We got covered in dust and dirt the whole way."

The old ladies said they weren't tired, but after taking a hot bath and lying in bed, within five minutes, the room was filled with deafening snoring.

Lei Li pulled Song Shiyan and Song Shiyi to sit down on the stone bench.

He pulled out two thick red paper packets.

"Fu Bao, You Bao. This is from your aunt and me. Getting into university is a great joy for our family."

Song Shiyi glanced at the thickness and pushed it back.

"Thank you, Uncle. I don't need the money. I opened a stock trading account and recently I've been eyeing a tech company's stock and I'm planning to increase my investment."

Lei Li was stunned.

"Stock trading?" Lei Li clicked his tongue in surprise. "What do you know about stocks, you little girl? Don't lose all your pocket money."

Song Shiyan couldn't help but stand there.

Laugh out loud.

"Uncle, don't underestimate Fu Bao. My sister is incredibly good at stock trading. Not only does she trade herself, but my eldest and second eldest brothers also put their money in her account for stock trading."

A couple of years ago, the children of my dad's sworn brothers heard that my sister knew how to trade stocks, so they secretly pooled together some money, set up a joint account, and handed it all over to my sister to manage.

Lei Li's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Really?" Lei Li was skeptical. "Did you make any money?"

"It's more than just making money."

Song Shiyan held up four fingers. "My sister has already distributed the dividends from that account to everyone four times. Even Brother Dabao said that my sister has a money-making brain."

Lei Li gasped.

He looked Song Shiyi over again and gave him a thumbs up.

"Fu Bao, you're amazing! You've become a god of wealth. From now on, we'll have to call you the stock market guru."

Song Shiyi smiled slightly.

"It's not that mysterious," Song Shiyi said. "It's just about reading newspapers and watching the market more, plus having a strong sixth sense."

"No matter how well you do in the stock market, just accept what your aunt and uncle gave you."

"Thank you, Uncle." Song Shiyi accepted the red envelope.

It was a little after 5 p.m.

A rosy glow appeared on the horizon.

Lei's mother walked in, leading a chubby little girl.

The little girl was wearing a pink dress and had two pigtails. Her round face was chubby, and her big eyes were bright and lively. She looked exactly like Fu Bao when she was little.

"Grandma!" the little girl called out in a clear voice as soon as she entered the courtyard.

Song Xianglan had just finished dressing and pushed open the door to come out.

Upon hearing the word "Grandma," she beamed with joy.

"Oh my, our little Songsong is here." Song Xianglan walked over quickly, picked her up, and said, "Let Grandma see, she's gotten heavier again."

Lei's mother was laughing so hard her eyes were almost closed.

"Mother-in-law," said Lei's mother, "this girl knew you were coming and made a fuss at home all afternoon, insisting that I bring her over as soon as possible."

Songsong put her arms around Song Xianglan's neck.

He gave me a loud kiss on the cheek.

"Grandma, I missed you so much!" Songsong said in her childish voice. "I ate my meal well today, did you bring me something yummy?"

Song Xianglan was overjoyed by the flattery.

He couldn't stop smiling.

"I brought it, I brought it. Grandma always brings you treats." Song Xianglan pinched her chubby cheeks. "Come on, Grandma will take you inside to get it."

Lei's mother watched from behind, waving happily at Lei Li.

"Are those elderly ladies still not up?" Lei's mother asked.

"No, I'm too tired from rushing to catch the plane."

"Then let them sleep a little longer. I've already made a reservation at a Peking duck restaurant near Qianmen. We'll set off once they wake up."