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

Zhou Fang frowned slightly.

"What does An Xiyang's return have to do with me?"

"She's going to visit her godmother," Cong Ying said, her tone still sharp. "She might ask her godmother for your phone number tomorrow. To you, she's the woman you deeply loved in your youth. Don't you feel any nostalgia at all?"

Zhou Fang leaned back on the sofa.

I stared at the ceiling for a while.

So many years have passed.

Hearing that name again felt like a lifetime ago.

The face that once haunted his dreams is now a blur in his memory.

He sat up straight.

He took Cong Ying's hand.

"Are you jealous? You're the only one in my heart." I did cry many nights back then, and now when I think about it, it just seems unbelievable.

"Don't you have any other thoughts?"

"What do I think?" Zhou Fang's smile faded. "It seems I've been too well-behaved these past few days, making you forget who my love really belongs to."

"Zhou Fang, let's get down to business." Cong Ying reached out and nudged his shoulder.

Zhou Fang did not retreat but advanced.

He leaned in and kissed her lips.

Cong Ying pushed him away forcefully.

"I'm talking to you. Shouldn't we tell Da Bao and Er Bao?"

"They're adults now, they can make their own decisions." Zhou Fang scooped Cong Ying up in his arms and pushed open the bedroom door with his foot. "Right now, I just want to deepen our memories together. To let you know who I truly love."

……

morning.

The sun rises over Beijing.

Song Xianglan came out of the room.

Lei Li bought breakfast.

"Lei Li, go do your work after you finish eating." Song Xianglan picked up a steamed bun. "Fu Bao and You Bao can stay home and keep us old folks company. Don't waste your time here every day."

Lei Li quickly waved his hand.

"That won't do. Tingting is too busy with work to come, so I naturally have to take care of her in her place. It's the weekend, I'm not going anywhere."

Liu Chounu, Liu Dahua, and Liu Chunhua walked in with rosy cheeks.

Song Shiyan followed behind.

"Oh dear, we made it just in time." Liu Chounu went straight to the stone table. "Youbao insisted on treating us to a meal outside, but I was saving my appetite."

Song Shiyan smiled and pulled out chairs: "Grandmas, please have a seat."

"You're back so early?" Lei Li asked.

"We set off at four o'clock. The flag-raising ceremony was a hundred times better than what we see on TV."

The ugly woman grabbed a fried dough stick and took a big bite.

"My life has been worthwhile. I finally got to see the flag-raising ceremony and even went to see the place where the emperor used to live," said Liu Chounu, chewing on a fried dough stick.

Song Xianglan glared at her.

"Is that all it takes?" Song Xianglan said. "I'll bring you to see the snow again in winter. That will be absolutely amazing."

The ugly woman's eyes lit up.

"Or will you cover the whole thing?"

"Yes, I'll cover it all."

Song Xianglan readily agreed. "Among our group of old sisters, I earn the most money. Taking you all out to see the world is entirely on me."

The ugly woman laughed heartily.

"Okay, I'll remember that."

Liu Chunhua sat down beside her and sighed.

"You can go wherever you want," Liu Chunhua said, head down. "I probably won't have a chance to come out next time either."

"Sigh. I don't care about my children and grandchildren while I enjoy my life." Liu Dahua sighed.

"When I was young, my father was the brigade leader, and I had a lot of influence, so life wasn't so hard. But these past few years, my daughters-in-law have been coming to me for money every few days."

The old man is delirious, and I only have enough money left for my funeral, but they insist on squeezing it all out. I've come to believe in fate; I didn't suffer when I was young, so now I'm making up for it in my old age.

Liu Dahua: "Your sons are all worthless!"

Liu Chunhua's eyes reddened.

"Dahua, I'm quite envious of you," Liu Chunhua said. "Your Zhuzi is a scoundrel, but your Haiyan is a good person."

Your grandchildren are all filial and well-behaved.

My sons and daughters-in-law are all awful. They won't care if I don't give them money. I'm genuinely scared now.

Song Xianglan was furious when she heard this.

"It's all your fault, you old codger, for being so useless. You give in after they make a scene?"

Why should I? If it were me, I wouldn't give them a single cent.

Are you threatening to withhold your retirement benefits? You have money, why would you worry about not having someone to support you in your old age?

Wouldn't it be better to find a decent nursing home and hire a few young, strong people to take care of you than to have to put up with their attitudes?

Song Xianglan became increasingly angry as she spoke.

"I've thought it all out. I'm going to find a nursing home to live in in the future."

Lei Li was startled.

Respond quickly.

"Mom, you can't scold us like that. Tingting and I will definitely take care of you in your old age."

Song Shiyan also spoke up.

"Grandma, I will take care of you in your old age."

Song Shiyi carried Songsong out of the house.

"Grandma, your granddaughter is dear to you. We will take care of you in your old age," Song Shiyi quickly said.

Songsong struggled to get down to the ground.

He ran up to Liu Chunhua.

"Grandma Liu, don't be afraid." Songsong looked up with her chubby little face. "You can live with my grandma, and we'll take care of you both in your old age."

For Songsong, it means playing with the elderly.

It's such a good deal not to have to go to school.

Everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter. The atmosphere immediately lightened considerably.

Liu Chunhua wiped away her tears and smiled too.

"Fine. I'm not going to interfere with them anymore. I can't just manage my son, then my grandson, and then my great-grandson. Let them do whatever they want."

Song Xianglan pointed to the fried cakes on the table.

"Quick, eat it while it's hot. Eating more will help you stop thinking about those worries."

Liu Chounv reached out and took a fried cake.

After breakfast.

Liu Dahua and Liu Chunhua returned to their room, saying they wanted to take a nap.

Around 10 a.m., someone knocked on the door.

Song Shiyan went over and opened the door.

A black sedan was parked outside.

Anxi Yang got out of the car.

She was wearing a stylish silk dress, a wide-brimmed sun hat, and large sunglasses that covered half her face. She was carrying several boxes of high-end gifts.

Anxi Yang raised her head.

He looked at Song Shiyan as he opened the door.

Looking at this young man, An Xiyang inexplicably thought of Zhou Fang from back then.

"Is Aunt Song here?" An Xiyang asked.

"It's inside, please come in." Song Shiyan turned to the side.

Anxi Yang followed them into the living room of the main house.

She placed the gift on the mahogany coffee table and took off her sunglasses.

Song Shiyi walked over, brought a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, and placed it in front of An Xiyang.

Lei Li led the two children out.

I went to the backyard.

Song Xianglan pointed to the sofa opposite her.

"Please sit down."

The living room fell silent.

At the corner of the corridor connecting the main house to the east wing, the ugly girl quietly pressed herself against the door frame, peeking inside with her ears perked up.

Anxi Yang sat down.

Song Xianglan opened the drawer next to her, took out a business card, and pushed it to the center of the table.

"This is Da Bao's business card." Song Xianglan went straight to the point. "Er Bao is in the army and can't be contacted easily. Keep Da Bao's phone number; if you want to see the child, contact him yourself."

An Xiyang stared at the business card.

The title above is that of the general manager of a trading company.

She reached out and took it, her fingertips tracing the surface of the paper.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Aunt Song," An Xiyang looked up, her voice trembling, "I want to ask... Zhou Fang, how is he?"

Song Xianglan leaned back in her chair, her expression unchanged.

"He's doing well now. He has a happy family and his work is going smoothly."

Anxi Yang bit her lip.

"I know it's not easy for him raising two children. I want to make it up to him. Could you... give me his contact information?"

Song Xianglan did not respond.

Anxi Yang continued:

"Aunt Song, I'm in a good position now and have funds. If he wants to start a business, I can invest in him. If he needs money, I can give him some so he doesn't have to work so hard."

"Do you think he needs this little bit of money from you right now?" Song Xianglan asked back.

Anxi Yang was stunned.

Having worked abroad for many years, she's become accustomed to measuring everything in terms of money.

A difficult night abroad.

She often dreams about Zhou Fang.

The days she spent with Zhou Fang were the most peaceful memories of her life.

What would things be like if they hadn't divorced back then?

"I just want to see him." Tears streamed down An Xiyang's face.

"An Xiyang," Song Xianglan tapped the armrest, "I won't stop you from acknowledging the children; you are their biological mother. But you and Zhou Fang broke up completely a long time ago. He now has a wife and a daughter."

Anxi Yang raised her head in disbelief.

"Is he married?"

How could he get married?

Were all those claims of love he made back then false?

Sure enough, a man's words are deceiving.

What's the difference between him and Fu Qingnian?

"The couple has a very good relationship." Song Xianglan looked at her. "His wife treats Da Bao and Er Bao as her own children. Your past is over. Take Da Bao's business card and leave. I won't give you Zhou Fang's contact information."