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

"Zhou Fang, you betrayed me." An Xiyang gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

Zhou Fang's expression didn't change much.

"Why did you change your mind so quickly?"

"You said you wouldn't marry anyone but me, and that you would love me for a lifetime. It was because you loved me so steadfastly back then that I felt comfortable leaving our two children with you. I never expected you to turn around and find them a stepmother."

She is not reconciled.

If Zhou Fang waits twenty or thirty years until her children are all grown up and have established their own families before finding a partner, I can accept that.

But they've only been divorced for a few years?

He gave his heart to someone else.

Zhou Fang spoke sincerely:

"Feelings are hard to predict. Over time, I developed genuine feelings for her. She's very good to Dabao and Erbao. You'll see when you meet the children."

These words did not comfort An Xiyang; instead, they made her feel even worse.

Cong Ying received a call from Zhou Fang.

I took a day off and rushed home.

She pushed open the door and immediately saw An Xiyang sitting on the sofa, weeping with her face covered.

"Xiyang. I...I'm sorry."

Although Cong Ying was not a third party.

But when facing his first wife, her subconscious reaction was still to apologize.

"You advised me against getting a divorce back then."

An Xiyang's voice was hoarse, "It was my own fault for wanting to leave. I don't blame you."

"But Cong Ying, why do you like Zhou Fang?"

"Because he deserves it."

Cong Ying sat down next to Zhou Fang.

"My previous relationship was a complete mess. That jerk chased me all the way from Beijing to Xincheng, insisting that I be the woman behind him, but I refused."

He shamelessly declared that he was my ceiling, and that I would never meet a better man in my life.

"I met Zhou Fang, who is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than that scumbag."

Anxi Yang was stunned.

He was born in a fishing village, and his family was poor.

Cong Ying continued:

"But he is hardworking, ambitious, and responsible. He has a strong talent for architecture, and his business has grown bigger and bigger. It's not his fault that he started from a low point; he built all of this with his own hard work."

"He is good to those around him. He loves his wife and children; he is a good husband and a good father."

Zhou Fang grasped Cong Ying's hand, and their eyes met.

There was no doubt in his eyes, only trust.

They were glad they hadn't missed each other.

Anxi Yang stared blankly at the hands clasped tightly together opposite her.

She was originally the one sitting next to Zhou Fang.

The man who had eyes only for her gave all his favoritism and tenderness to another woman.

She once had the best of everything.

But he threw it away with his own hands.

Too late.

Da Bao carried Zhou Yani in one arm as they walked in.

"Mother!"

The little girl shouted at the top of her lungs, "I saw your car!"

Da Bao, with a smile on his face, asked loudly:

"Mom, when are you and Dad planning to go to Hong Kong? My sister and I are going to Beijing tomorrow."

The voice just fell.

Da Bao walked to the center of the living room and froze.

The woman, who seemed both strange and familiar in his memory, stared at him with tears streaming down her face.

Da Bao loosened his grip.

They put Annie on the ground.

Anxi Yang slowly stood up, her steps somewhat unsteady.

"Da Bao..." An Xi Yang's lips trembled, "I...I'm the mother."

Da Bao turned to look at Zhou Fang and Cong Ying with a flustered expression.

Cong Ying looked at Da Bao and nodded gently.

"Dabao, this is your biological mother. She's come back to see you."

Yani stood beside Da Bao's legs, tilted her head to look at An Xiyang, and then ran over to Congying with small steps.

"Mother."

Annie tilted her head back, her big eyes full of confusion. "You're my mother, and also the mother of my eldest and second eldest brothers. How come my eldest brother has another mother?"

The little girl has no idea about the complicated past of the adults.

Cong Ying bent down, patted Yani's head, and patiently explained:

"Aunt An is the biological mother of my eldest and second eldest brothers."

Anxi rushed over and hugged Dabao.

"Dabao. My child."

Over the years, she has worked hard to raise her youngest son on her own, which is how she achieved what she has today.

She wanted to pour out all the bitterness and grievances she had endured over the years.

But in front of her son, who was already a head taller than her, she couldn't utter a single word of her bitterness.

She could only hold her son and cry her heart out.

Da Bao's body stiffened, his hands dangling in mid-air.

After a while, he gently patted An Xiyang on the back.

"mom."

The way she called out "Mom" wasn't unfamiliar at all.

Da Bao and Er Bao harbored resentment towards each other.

Over the years, Zhou Fang and Cong Ying have never said a bad word about An Xiyang in front of them.

They always told their two children that their parents separated because of relationship problems, not because their mother didn't love them.

You should not hold a grudge against your biological mother.

It was Zhou Fang and Cong Ying's teachings that smoothed out the thorns in their hearts.

"Dabao...Mommy misses you so much."

Suddenly, her voice stopped abruptly.

His body went limp and he collapsed.

Da Bao reacted quickly, grabbing her under her armpits and pulling her into a tight embrace around her waist.

"mom."

Da Bao was terrified and turned to Congying, shouting, "Mom, come quick! She's fainted!"

Cong Ying took a few steps forward and looked at An Xiyang's deathly pale face.

"Quickly, carry him to Erbao's bed in his room," Cong Ying commanded.

Da Bao picked An Xi Yang up and carried her quickly into Er Bao's room on the second floor.

After laying the person flat on the bed, Da Bao stepped back to let Cong Ying step forward.

Cong Ying breathed a sigh of relief. "The emotional fluctuations caused a temporary fainting spell. Let her lie down and rest for a while; she'll wake up soon."

Da Bao pulled the thin blanket from the foot of the bed.

It was placed on Anxi Yang's body.

He pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Dad, Mom, you two go out to eat first. I'll stay here and watch over her. I'll talk to her when she wakes up."

Cong Ying looked at the pitiful woman on the hospital bed, then at the sensible Da Bao, and hesitated to speak.

"Mom," Da Bao looked into Cong Ying's eyes, "Don't worry. Your eldest son has grown up and can handle these things."

This word "Mom" is full of dependence and trust.

Tears welled up in Cong Ying's eyes.

"Okay. If anything happens, come out and call me right away."

Cong Ying turned around, and Yani, who was still looking around curiously, walked out of the room.

Zhou Fang reached out and patted Da Bao's shoulder heavily.

"Your mother has had a tough time all these years working hard alone in the US. Don't say anything unpleasant, but don't let her stay in the new city either. I'm worried your grandmother might come over later."

"I understand."

Zhou Fang turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Why are you out here too?"

Cong Ying asked:

"You can say a few words inside and calm Da Bao down."

Zhou Fang naturally took her hand.

"I shouldn't be in there. We're husband and wife. Some things are no longer my business. What's past is past."