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

"We are husband and wife, and I trust you no matter what you do. I know how good you have been to me all these years."

Zhou Fang turned her head to the side, a clear smile in her eyes.

"You only remember how good I was to you, but you don't remember how good you were to me."

The two didn't say anything more; the unspoken understanding in their eyes had given each other all the answers.

Annie pouted:

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Zhou Fang laughed and said, "Let's eat quickly. I bought braised pork and ginger duck today."

"Wait until Da Bao eats."

……

Anxi Yang woke up.

Da Bao's features and facial structure are practically identical to Zhou Fang's.

"Mom," Da Bao called out.

Anxi Yang's tears flowed freely.

"My children, I miss you so much."

Da Bao pulled out a tissue and stuffed it into her hand.

"Mom, wipe your face first." Da Bao wasn't too excited.

Anxi asked anxiously:

"Da Bao, why haven't you contacted me all these years? Wouldn't it be better if you came to America with me? I can give you the best life. Your father has married other women."

Da Bao looked at her and spoke:

"It was Erbao and I who brought her and her father together."

"What did you say?" She thought she had misheard.

"We hope Dad can be happy. We also want a real home. Congying's mother gave us the home we needed because she made up for the maternal love we lacked."

"Especially my second child, he's younger than me and needs his mother even more."

An Xiyang felt a tightness in her chest. "I gave you your home, I gave birth to you."

Da Bao sighed:

"But you left."

These four words were like a blunt knife, cutting open An Xiyang's years of feigned grievances.

"You weren't there when we were scolded by our grandmother, and you weren't there when we were ridiculed by our classmates."

Since you've chosen to leave, please don't bother my parents anymore. If you ever need help with your retirement, contact me; I'll provide financial support.

Anxi Yang felt as if her heart had been hollowed out.

She doesn't need money.

Can the bond between a mother and child be resolved with money?

"Let me rest for a while, okay?" She turned her head away wearily and closed her eyes.

Da Bao stood up.

"I'm taking my sister to Beijing tomorrow, why don't you come with us?"

Before Anxi Yang could respond, Da Bao spoke up:

"You should get some rest."

The door was closed.

Anxi Yang lay in bed for a long time.

He then propped himself up and sat up.

She began to look around the room.

This should be Erbao's room.

The table was covered with photos.

Erbao, dressed in a green flight suit, stood in front of a fighter jet.

Next to it is a photo of him during his military training.

There is also a group photo of the three siblings.

Erbao held Yani, laughing carefree and radiating sunshine.

She thought of her second child when she was little.

That little brat is a clingy person. When she went to study in Shanghai, Erbao cried until her voice was hoarse.

Later, the two children went to Haishi to visit her.

Erbao always clung tightly to her hem.

"Mommy, will you abandon us?" Erbao asked her crying back then.

"Mom, you can't leave me."

"Mommy, I love you!"

"Mom, you must come back."

Look how happy the second child is in the photo!

Anxi Yang realized a cruel reality.

The children no longer need her.

In the living room.

Da Bao came out and touched his belly:

"Mom, Dad, let's eat."

Zhou Fang and Cong Ying quickly stood up from the sofa and went into the kitchen.

Before long, several steaming hot dishes were served.

"These are all your favorite dishes." Zhou Fang pulled out a chair. "There's braised pork belly, which you like."

Da Bao sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

"Dad, I'll take her to Beijing tomorrow. You and Mom can go to Hong Kong."

Zhou Fang nodded:

"Give a helping hand wherever you can."

"And don't be so blunt with yourself..."

Da Bao turned and shouted at Cong Ying:

"Mom, do you think Dad is going through menopause? He keeps nagging about the same thing over and over again."

Cong Ying brought out the soup and chuckled.

Zhou Fang tapped Da Bao on the head with the other end of her chopsticks.

"You little brat, you have no manners!"

Annie: "Brother, I'm going to Beijing to visit Songsong."

"Okay." Da Bao picked up a piece of fish for her. "I'll take you to find Song Song."

The family ate their meal and bickered, filling the house with the warm, lively atmosphere of cooking.

evening.

Anxi Yangcai came out.

Only Da Bao and Yani were left in the house watching TV.

"Where's your dad?" Anxi Yang asked.

"My dad took my mom to the port city, and they set off in the afternoon," Da Bao replied.

Anxi Yang bit her lower lip.

That complex mix of emotions, including intense humiliation, surged up again.

"Let's go out to eat." Da Bao turned off the TV.

"I'm going to check into a hotel." Anxi Yang turned around to get her bag.

"Why stay in a hotel?" Da Bao stopped her. "You can sleep in Er Bao's room for one night. Tomorrow we'll go straight to the airport to go back to Beijing. Er Bao will be very happy if he knows you're staying in his room."

An Xiyang paused for a moment, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Really?"

"Yes, I will," Da Bao answered readily.

Annie jumped off the sofa and looked up at her with her little face. "Second Brother and Aunt An look so alike. They're both just as good-looking."

Anxi Yang looked at this quirky little girl.

She looks remarkably like Da Bao.

That feeling of rejection actually dissipated quite a bit.

She bent down.

"What does Annie like to eat? Auntie's treating."

Annie's eyes sparkled. "I want to eat at the buffet. And have ice cream."

The three of them went out to the buffet restaurant.

Annie's little mouth kept chattering, and every word she uttered was enough to soothe Anxi Yang's heart.

An Xiyang liked this little girl from the bottom of her heart.

Shenzhen.

Song Xiangdong's position has been promoted repeatedly in recent years.

With many social engagements and meetings, I spend less and less time at home.

In previous years, Shen Huijun chose a less demanding department for the sake of Song Xiangdong's career and family.

In my spare time, I learn flower arranging and practice calligraphy.

Her flower arrangements are displayed in the house, exuding an elegant charm.

Cong Ying glanced into Shen Huijun's eyes.

Then you can see the forbearance and loneliness within.

"Zhou Fang, you stay home and watch TV. Hui Jun and I are going out to buy some groceries."

"Let's go out for dinner tonight."

Cong Ying laughed and said, "It's more relaxing to eat at home."

On the way back from grocery shopping.

Cong Ying went straight to the point: "Huijun, is there a problem in your relationship with Xiang Dong?"

"He's a good person and works very hard." Shen Huijun's tone was a little ethereal. "He's devoted himself entirely to his work, all for the sake of the local people. People outside say that Shenzhen's success is inseparable from his excellent leadership."

"Then what are you worried about?" Cong Ying asked.

"As a wife, I shouldn't complain."

Shen Huijun gave a wry smile, "But I also want my husband's company occasionally. Seeing you and Zhou Fang together everywhere I go, I'm really envious. Am I being too sentimental?"

"How could that be?" Cong Ying took her arm.

"Since we got married, you've always supported him from behind. You've managed everything at home and outside, which is why he's where he is today."

"Perhaps you two haven't had a proper heart-to-heart talk in too long. Once the trust and love between husband and wife are lost through regular communication, problems will arise in the relationship."

Shen Huijun kept her head down.

"I don't dare tell him. He's too tired. I'm afraid I'll disregard the bigger picture."

"Why should there be so much 'big picture' between husband and wife?" Cong Ying said bluntly.