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

Song Xianglan used her chopsticks to pick up some sweet bean sauce and spread it on the pancake.

He laughed and scolded:

"This table full of roast duck can't shut you old folks up."

She rolled up the pancake and handed it to Songsong next to her. "I'm naturally protective of my own. Anxi Yang is coming to see me tomorrow, and I want to hear what she has to say."

Liu Dahua took a big bite of duck meat.

"Yes, let's hear what she can come up with."

"You ladies' personalities are just right for me," Mrs. Lei said with a smile. "I feel so comfortable listening to you talk. No wonder you don't want to stay at my house. I'm almost tempted to live with you all."

Songsong was gnawing on a duck leg, her face covered in oil.

Upon hearing this, the little girl looked up.

"I'm going to live with my sister anyway. Sister, I'll be very good at night, I won't kick off the covers."

Song Shiyi took a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth.

I picked up a piece of corn fritter and put it in her bowl.

"Okay," Song Shiyi said. "You'll stay with your sister tonight."

Song Xianglan looked at Lei's mother.

"Mother-in-law, since Songsong has settled in, why don't you come along too? There are plenty of empty rooms in the courtyard; it'll be lively."

Lei's mother waved her hand.

"I can't," Lei's mother said helplessly. "There are still Grandpa and Grandma at home. If I don't go back, there will be no one to take care of them. I'll just have to go back later and come over earlier to keep you company."

The old man and woman are getting on in years.

Someone has to stay at home.

Lei's mother has been living in Beijing for the past few years and has not been to any other places.

The meal was a pleasure for both the host and guests.

They ate and drank their fill.

Several people went downstairs.

Lei Li went to the front desk to pay the bill, and returned empty-handed a short while later.

"Mom," Lei Li said to Song Xianglan, "the receptionist said our table's bill has already been settled."

The ugly woman pouted:

"It must be Anxi Yang. What's that big, generous boss up to?"

Song Xianglan left the roast duck restaurant without saying anything and went home.

The night is already deep.

The old ladies had been making a ruckus all day, so they all went back to their rooms to rest.

Song Xianglan sat on the armchair in the main room, thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed Cong Ying's home number.

Cong Ying had just finished get off work.

Sitting at the desk, tutoring her daughter Zhou Yani with her homework.

"Zhou Yani," Cong Ying tapped the table, "Do your homework properly, don't keep looking towards the door a dozen times a night."

Zhou Yani bit the pen cap, looking distressed.

"Second brother said he'd come back, but he hasn't," Zhou Yani muttered. "Big brother's a liar too; he hasn't come back in ages. He even said he'd take me for ice cream. And why isn't Dad back yet?"

Cong Ying's face darkened.

"Zhou Yani. Study hard. Don't think you can let your mind wander just because it's summer vacation."

Zhou Yani responded with an "Oh".

Quickly lower your head and do your math problems.

The phone rang in the living room.

Cong Ying stood up, walked to the living room, and answered the phone.

"Yingzi, it's me." Song Xianglan's voice came through.

"Godmother," Cong Ying's tone softened, "You've arrived in Beijing? Are you settled in?"

"I arrived a while ago and am staying at my courtyard house." Song Xianglan got straight to the point. "I called you to tell you something. I ran into An Xiyang while eating roast duck at Qianmen today."

Cong Ying paused, her hand holding the microphone still.

"An Xiyang said she's coming to visit me tomorrow morning," Song Xianglan continued. "I thought I should let you know. I'll call you again tomorrow to tell you what she has to say."

Cong Ying remained silent for a long time.

Are you listening?

"Mmm," Cong Ying responded softly.

She hadn't heard the name An Xiyang in a long time.

They went to the countryside together back then, and each of them was admitted to their desired university.

Later, An Xiyang and Zhou Fang divorced and went abroad.

She also experienced dating and breaking up, and finally ended up with Zhou Fang after many twists and turns.

these years.

She treats her two children like her own sons.

"Godmother," Cong Ying said, coming back to her senses, "Da Bao and Er Bao are, after all, her children. If she wants to see them, please don't feel burdened."

If she asks about it tomorrow, you can tell her how to contact your two children so they can reunite.

This is her right as a mother. Her two children must have missed their mother all these years. I still remember when my second child was little, she had a high fever and kept crying and begging for her mother not to leave.

On the other end of the phone.

Song Xianglan sighed.

She had already guessed that Cong Ying would say that.

Cong Ying has always been kind and soft-hearted, while Zhou Fang is honest and straightforward.

These two people who had experienced heartbreak came together.

Perfect match.

"I know. You two, I've never seen anyone with a bigger heart than you two."

I hung up the phone.

Cong Ying sat on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought.

The sound of a key turning came from the entryway.

Zhou Fang pushed the door open and came in.

He carried a faint smell of alcohol.

He changed his shoes and saw Cong Ying sitting on the sofa in a daze, so he went over and sat down next to her.

"Wife."

Zhou Fang leaned over and affectionately kissed her on the cheek.

"I was very obedient tonight and only drank one glass of wine."

He reached out and pulled Cong Ying into his arms.

"Qian Dakun really knows how to enjoy life," Zhou Fang said with a hint of envy. "He's taking his wife shopping and having fun in Hong Kong tomorrow, saying they're staying at what's supposed to be the most luxurious hotel in Asia. Should we go too?"

Cong Ying didn't respond.

Zhou Fang continued reciting:

"Honey, why don't you take a day off too? How about we go to Hong Kong and enjoy ourselves? Let's call Da Bao back and have him take care of his little sister for a few days."

Cong Ying came to her senses.

She rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"It's summer vacation now. How can you not take your daughter out to play? Just leave her at home with her brother?"

Zhou Fang shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

"No. Nobody can take my wife away. I want some time alone with my wife too."

The voice just fell.

"dad!"

A crisp protest came from the doorway.

Zhou Yani appeared at the study doorway at some point and slapped her forehead.

"You still say I'm your favorite daughter?" Zhou Yani glared at Zhou Fang angrily.

Zhou Fang nodded.

His face was completely calm.

"That's right," Zhou Fang said, "but you're ranked after Mom. Dad loves Mom the most, and then it's the three of you. Your brothers have known this for a long time."

Zhou Yani snorted coldly.

She turned and ran back to her room.

A moment later, she came out holding a cordless phone.

She dialed Da Bao's number in front of her parents.

"Big brother!" Zhou Yani cried out as soon as the call connected, "Take me away right now!"

Da Bao was startled on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong, Nini? Who bullied you?"

"Your father favors women over women."

Zhou Yani complained, "He's leaving me home alone. He's going to have some alone time with his mother. I'm not going to talk to him."

Da Bao laughed out loud on the phone.

"Okay. I'll go back and pick you up tomorrow. I'll take you to Beijing for a few days."

Zhou Yani saw that she had achieved her goal.

He hung up the phone smugly.

She hugged her doll and made a face at Zhou Fang.

"Hmph. I also have two older brothers who dote on me. You two can go live your sour little world of two. I don't care."

Done.

She turned around and went into the room, rummaging through drawers and cabinets to start packing her clothes.

Cong Ying watched her daughter's retreating figure.

She glared at Zhou Fang reproachfully.

"What's wrong with you?" Cong Ying slapped his arm. "Trying this to our child, look how angry she is."

Zhou Fang smiled nonchalantly.

"The little girl has been wanting to visit her brother for a while now," Zhou Fang said, leaning closer to Cong Ying. "I'm just going along with it. Besides, Da Bao's family is well-off, so it's only right that I take her out for a few days."

He was still holding Cong Ying.

His chin rested on her shoulder.

"Wife." Zhou Fang keenly sensed her emotions.

"You seem unhappy. What's wrong?"

Cong Ying hesitated for a moment.

"Anxi Yang is back," Cong Ying said.

Zhou Fang's smile froze instantly.

He subconsciously let go of her hand and sat up straight.

"Who? Who are you saying is coming back?"

"Anxi Yang." Cong Ying stared at him. "My godmother ran into her in Beijing today. She said she's going to visit my godmother tomorrow."

The living room fell silent immediately.