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

Inside the main room, Song Xianglan carried a cloth bag.

"Songsong, come here quickly." Song Xianglan beckoned.

The little girl ran over and leaned against the edge of the table, watching longingly.

Song Xianglan opened the cloth bag.

Pineapple cakes, mung bean cakes, sun cakes, garlic sticks, and various kinds of candied fruits.

"Grandma, I want to eat this yellow one," Songsong said, pointing to the pineapple cake.

Song Xianglan took out a piece.

She tore open the outer packaging and handed it to Songsong. "These are pineapple cakes. Your mother loves them the most. Your aunt specially bought several boxes from the other side of the strait and asked me to bring them over for you."

Songsong took a big bite of the pineapple cake.

"It's delicious," Songsong mumbled indistinctly. "Auntie is the best."

Lei's mother sat on the chair next to her, teasing her little granddaughter.

"My aunt is the best! How about Grandma? How about Grandpa? How about Grandma on your mother's side?"

Songsong stuffed the remaining half of the pineapple cake into her mouth, patted the crumbs off her hands, and buried her head in Song Xianglan's arms, giggling.

"That's fine."

Songsong looked up, "Anyone who's good to me is good!"

The adults in the room all burst into laughter.

After half an hour.

Finally, there was movement at the door to the inner room.

Liu Dahua was the first to lift the curtain and walk out, straightening her clothes as she went.

Following closely behind were Liu Chounu and Liu Chunhua.

Seeing that Lei's mother was already sitting in the outer room drinking tea, Liu Dahua blushed and quickly went to greet her. "My dear sister-in-law, I'm so sorry. This bed is so soft. None of us have ever slept on such a nice bed before. We were as stiff as dead pigs as soon as we lay down, making you wait for so long."

Lei's mother put down her teacup, stood up, and came over to greet her.

"Sister, look at you. You must be exhausted from the bumpy journey. I've got nothing else to do anyway, so I'll just stay here and chat with your mother."

The ugly woman looked Lei's mother up and down.

Lei's mother was wearing a silk cardigan and loose black trousers, and her hair was tied up with a hairpin.

She turned to look at Song Xianglan.

"I told you city people are different. Look at your two in-laws, their demeanor is so different from ours. They stand there like movie stars in front of us."

Liu Dahua gave Liu Chounu a shove in annoyance.

"Alright, alright. He's a university professor, he's learned and has class. You only have the air, not the substance."

"Me too, we're both country bumpkins," Liu Dahua joked to herself.

Another burst of laughter erupted inside the room.

This was the first time that Lei's mother had interacted with Song Xianglan's old friends.

She had previously worried that the elderly women from the countryside might be reserved or difficult to communicate with, but she was surprised to find that these old ladies were full of vitality in their speech and actions. They could make fun of themselves and take a joke, and it was not tiring to get along with them at all.

"Alright, everyone's here." Song Xianglan picked up her handbag. "Let's go eat roast duck."

Lei Li drives the car.

We took the whole family to a time-honored roast duck restaurant near Qianmen.

It was lunchtime, and the lobby was bustling with noise.

Lei Li went to the front desk to give his name, then turned around and greeted everyone:

"We've reserved a large private room on the second floor. Everyone, please follow me upstairs."

The group walked up the wooden stairs.

Song Xianglan walked at the back of the group. She had just stepped onto the second-floor corridor and was about to follow Lei Li into the private room.

"Aunt Song."

The voice was soft and hesitant.

Song Xianglan turned her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

There was a woman standing at the corner of the corridor to the right rear.

She was wearing a champagne-colored silk shirt, high-waisted wide-leg pants, and sunglasses perched on her nose.

Song Xianglan was stunned for a few seconds.

I didn't dare to admit it.

The woman reached out and took off her sunglasses, revealing a meticulously made-up face.

I've developed some fine lines around my eyes.

Song Xianglan could definitely recognize those eyebrows and eyes.

Anxi Yang's eyes immediately reddened.

"Aunt Song." An Xiyang walked closer, her voice slightly nasal, "I'm not mistaken, it really is you."

The ugly woman walking in front heard the noise and turned around to look.

His expression immediately changed.

"Da Bao's mom?" Liu Chounv's voice rose, "What are you doing here?"

Anxi Yang turned to look at Liu Chounu.

Tears fell down.

For so many years, she has been working hard in the United States.

From starting as a waiter to playing minor roles in Hollywood.

He built up his network, took on acting roles, published books, and eventually went into business.

Now she is quite wealthy, adorned with gold and silver, and frequents high-end venues.

But every night when all is quiet.

She always felt empty and sad inside.

No matter how big a mansion is abroad, it can never fill the hole in my heart.

She frequently dreams of the days she spent in Koizumi Village.

I dreamt that Zhou Fang was holding a rice bowl and calling her to eat, while Da Bao and Er Bao were running all over the yard.

"Aunt Song, Auntie. It's been so many years, I... I know you must hate me. I was wrong back then, I was too willful."

Song Xianglan looked at the wealthy woman in front of her.

He sighed:

"What's there to hate? You and Zhou Fang parted amicably; it was your own choice. It's none of our business. You're back in China now?"

Anxi nodded.

"I'm coming back to discuss some business, and I might live in China permanently in the future."

Song Xianglan turned to Lei Li and confessed:

"Lei Li, take them inside to order."

Liu Chounu glared at An Xiyang before being dragged into a private room by Liu Dahua.

Only Song Xianglan and An Xiyang remained in the corridor.

Song Xianglan pointed to the rest area at the end of the corridor.

"Go sit over there for a while. Do you have something to do here today?"

"I have a social engagement." An Xiyang followed Song Xianglan over and sat down.

He had just sat down.

Anxi Yang couldn't wait to speak:

"Aunt Song, how are Da Bao and Er Bao...?"

Since leaving the country, Anxi Yang has never contacted her two children.

Firstly, he was afraid Zhou Fang would stop him.

Secondly, she didn't do well in the first few years after she left, and she also had a young son.

Later, they became successful, but then lost their means of communication.

The two children are flesh and blood of her body; it would be a lie to say she doesn't miss them.

Song Xianglan leaned back in her chair.

Looking at An Xiyang's anxious eyes.

"Erbao joined the army. Dabao is quick-witted and good at business. Both kids are promising, so you don't need to worry."

Anxi Yang's tears fell in a stream.

"I knew Zhou Fang was an honest and responsible man. He would definitely raise our two children well. My two children are both doing very well now."

She looked up at Song Xianglan.

His eyes were full of hope.

"Aunt Song, what about Zhou Fang? Is he alright? He…"

Song Xianglan stared at her for a while.

Before I could even speak, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

The two blond, blue-eyed foreigners looked around and their eyes settled on An Xiyang.

"Ann!"

One of the tall foreigners shouted in broken Chinese, "The customer has arrived, come over quickly."

An Xiyang turned her head and responded.

He hurriedly stood up.

"Aunt Song, I have something to do right now." An Xiyang took out a pen from her bag, then wrote down a number in her notebook and tore it off. "This is my pager number in Beijing. Where are you staying in Beijing this time? I'll visit you tomorrow morning."

Song Xianglan did not take the note, but simply gave the address of the alley.

"I'm at home. If you want to come, come in the morning."

An Xiyang forcefully shoved the note into Song Xianglan's hand.

He turned around and followed the foreigner toward the private room.

The moment the door to the private room was pushed open.

An Xiyang stopped and looked back in the direction of Song Xianglan.

My two children are doing very well now.

Zhou Fang, that quiet, reserved person, must have suffered a lot raising her child all by herself.

He's dull and unassuming; that's all he'll ever be.

Since Zhou Fang has raised the child so well, she, as the mother, can't just ignore everything.

She has money now.

As long as Zhou Fang is willing.

She could give Zhou Fang a sum of money to invest and let him be the boss.

If he doesn't want to work, she can support him.

The two had a foundation of feelings for each other back then.

A family should always be together, all together.

Anxi Yang entered the private room in high heels, a professional smile on her face.

She had no idea.

Zhou Fang already had Cong Ying by her side, and also a precious daughter who was cherished by the whole family.

Song Xianglan pushed open the door to the private room.

The chef is standing in the private room slicing a duck.

The ugly woman watched Song Xianglan enter with eager eyes and quickly waved her over.

"Lanlan, come and sit down."

The ugly woman moved over and asked, "What does Da Bao's mother want with you? Is she trying to come back and freeload?"

Stop talking nonsense.

Song Xianglan sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and said, "She's making a lot of money abroad, and she dresses much more fashionably than you. She was just asking the two children."

Liu Dahua picked up a piece of duck meat and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it until her mouth was full of oil.

"She didn't want Bao Erbao when he was so little, but now that he's successful, she's thinking about him. Zhou Fang was both a father and a mother back then, her life was so pitiful."

Liu Chunhua continued:

"Fortunately, we later met Cong Ying, who treated Da Bao and Er Bao like her own children. Now Zhou Fang and her husband have a little daughter, and the family is so happy."

Liu Chunhua: "Lanlan, you can't side with outsiders. Even if Anxi Yang has mountains of gold and silver, he can't buy back Zhou Fang and the child's heart."