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

Cong Ying's gaze lingered on Shen Huijun beside her.

People say that beautiful women lack elegance, and elegant women aren't beautiful.

But Shen Huijun had it all.

Time has imbued her with a unique beauty, gentle yet resilient.

"How about you invite Xiang Dong on a date?"

Shen Huijun smiled and said, "Why would an old married couple like us do these things? It'll just make us a laughingstock."

"What's so funny?"

"Does being married mean you don't deserve to feel like you're in love? You're just overthinking things and always worrying about his feelings, suppressing all your own needs."

Shen Huijun didn't respond.

The two returned home.

Zhou Fang walked over and rolled up her sleeves. "I'll help you cook two dishes."

"I don't need you." Cong Ying reached out and pushed his arm to shoo him out. "Go watch TV outside, don't cause trouble here. My sister and I can have a private talk."

Zhou Fang was kicked out of the kitchen.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Yu Pengfei's number.

"Want to have a couple of drinks tonight?" Zhou Fang asked.

"Sure." It was a bit noisy on Yu Pengfei's end, sounding like he was having a business dinner. "Where to drink?"

"I'll decide later. I'll have dinner with my wife first, and then I'll come find you for tea."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Fang glanced at her watch.

Cong Ying loves to eat roast goose.

He drove to a well-established restaurant, familiar with the area.

Zhou Fang walked to the glass cabinet.

"Boss, half a roast goose and half a pound of char siu, to go," Zhou Fang instructed.

We're just waiting for the guy to cut the meat.

A person walked in from outside.

"Zhou Fang?" Song Xiangdong asked, somewhat surprised, and strode forward. "When did you arrive?"

Zhou Fang took the takeout box, paid, and said, "Cong Ying is cooking at home with Hui Jun. I came out to cut some cooked food and add some vegetables."

Song Xiangdong glanced at his watch, looking somewhat hurried.

"I have a reception tonight. I'll come back later to chat with you."

Zhou Fang picked up the bag.

Instead of leaving, he glanced at Song Xiangdong a few times.

"I'll be going out tonight and won't be home," Zhou Fang said in a low voice. "But there's something I need to remind you of."

"What are you saying?" Song Xiangdong was completely confused.

"Even after many years, a husband and wife should let each other know that they still love each other." Zhou Fang said earnestly.

Song Xiangdong frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? Are my feelings for Huijun fake?"

Nobody said your feelings were fake.

Zhou Fang explained:

"But you need to make her feel loved at all times. She's a woman and needs your attention. She understands your busy schedule and work, but you also need to understand her emotional needs. Don't take her efforts for granted."

Song Xiangdong was stunned.

The words were somewhat blunt.

But it struck at his weak spot.

The number of times the two of them can be counted on one hand. They even rarely have time to have heart-to-heart talks.

Even when he's resting at home, he often locks himself in his study to work on documents.

Sometimes when Shen Huijun brought him a cup of tea, he wouldn't even look up.

When they chatted occasionally, the two talked only about Shenzhen's planning and development.

"You reminded me. It's my fault." Song Xiangdong sighed. "Things have gone too smoothly these past few years, and I've always taken it for granted that she's the center of attention at home."

Zhou Fang didn't say anything more and carried the roast goose out the door.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Song Xiangdong concluded the reception.

I made the driver take a detour to a flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers.

I opened the door to find the house quiet.

Shen Huijun sat alone on the sofa reading a book.

Hearing the noise, she looked up.

"They're back? Zhou Fang and Cong Ying went out," Shen Huijun said.

Song Xiangdong changed his shoes, took out the flower he had hidden behind his back, strode over and handed it to her.

"Honey, you've worked so hard."

Shen Huijun was stunned.

It is a bunch of sunflowers.

She couldn't remember the last time she received flowers from Song Xiangdong.

Her gaze lingered on the petals for a moment before she looked at Song Xiangdong: "You've seen Zhou Fang?"

"Why do you ask that?" Song Xiangdong sat down next to her.

"After dinner, Zhou Fang took Cong Ying away. He said he was going to have tea with Yu Pengfei." Shen Huijun said calmly, placing the flowers near the windowsill. "If it were before, he would definitely have left Cong Ying to keep me company. Today, he took her away, clearly to make room."

Song Xiangdong did not refute.

"Let's go see a movie," Song Xiangdong said.

Shen Huijun snorted coldly and pushed his hand away.

"Didn't you say you weren't suited to go to the movies? It would damage the image of a high-ranking leader to go to a place like that."

"I might have been a bit ungrateful in the past."

"May I invite this beautiful lady to the movies?"

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Shen Huijun placed her hand on it. "I'll give you a chance."

Song Xiangdong gripped it tightly.

There weren't many people in the movie theater.

They bought tickets for the midnight movie. Song Xiangdong went to queue up and bought a large bucket of popcorn and two drinks.

The two entered the dimly lit screening room.

Find a seat and sit down.

The interplay of light and shadow on the screen shone on their faces.

Song Xiangdong held a drink in one hand, while his other hand never let go of Shen Huijun. They ate popcorn and watched the movie screen like young people in their early twenties.

After watching the movie, I came out.

It was already late at night.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the streetlights cast long shadows of the two people.

They were still holding hands.

They walked back slowly.

Shen Huijun looked down at her clasped hands and felt very happy.

After many years of marriage, they had long been accustomed to their mundane life. But now, the warmth from her palm gave her a jolt, as if she were being electrocuted.

·

Song Xianglan, Liu Dahua, Liu Chunhua, and the others spent two days in Beijing and were too exhausted to continue.

"This Forbidden City is so big, my legs are cramping from walking so much. I'll just lie in the courtyard and enjoy the scenery today," Liu Dahua said, leaning back in her rocking chair and waving her hand.

Liu Chounu picked up her teacup and took a sip. "The Emperor's residence is so large that my feet hurt from walking so much."

Song Shiyi carried a plate of washed grapes out of the house and placed it on the stone table.

"Then let's stay home and have a good meal today."

The voice just fell.

The door was pushed open.

Da Bao walked in, pulling a suitcase with one hand and holding Yani's hand with the other.

Da Bao greeted everyone one by one, a smile on his face.

Annie spotted Songsong reading comic books by the stone table at a glance. She immediately let go of Dabao's hand and ran over with her short legs.

"Sing-song!"

Songsong looked up and put down the comic book in her hand: "Annie. What brings you here?"

The two little girls chattered and huddled together.

He happily ran to the corner of the yard to play.

Song Xianglan: "Dabao? What brings you here all of a sudden? Where are your parents?"

"My parents went to Gangcheng." Da Bao leaned his suitcase against the wall.

"My biological mother went back to America."

After having a buffet dinner at the hotel last night, Anxi Yang went to the airport in the middle of the night.

They left without saying goodbye, only leaving a letter at home.

The letter said that the company had an urgent matter to attend to.

Da Bao knew in his heart that An Xiyang was going to stay.

My ex-husband has started a new family.

Every second she spent there was torture for her self-esteem.

"It's good that you went back." Liu Chunhua sighed. "Let's each live our own lives and not bother each other. It'll save us from being caught in the middle and making things difficult for each other."

"Don't just stand there, come inside." Song Xianglan pulled Da Bao inside. "Have you eaten? I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"Not yet, I'm starving." Da Bao followed him into the house.