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

The night breeze in Shenzhen felt on my face.

It exudes a sense of exhilaration.

Song Xianglan hailed a taxi. "Driver, go to the nearest seafood congee stall."

Shen Huijun: ...

"Mom, Xiangdong should be worried."

Song Xianglan was speechless. "You wait for him to come home every day; you should be making her wait for you. His anxiety is his problem. Are you having fun?"

"I'm happy, but..." Thinking of Song Xiangdong's anxiety, she felt a pang of guilt.

"There's no 'but' about it."

Sitting in a street food stall.

Sipping steaming hot, incredibly delicious seafood porridge.

"Mom, I'm really happy today." Shen Huijun looked at Song Xianglan.

"Just be happy."

Song Xianglan took out a bank card from her pocket and pushed it in front of Shen Huijun, "It's so close to Hong Kong, you can go shopping and have some good food anytime. You can use the money in this card as you like."

"Mom, no need."

Shen Huijun quickly declined, "I have my own money. The dividends from the shares you gave me every year are quite substantial; I can't possibly spend them all."

"Dividends are dividends, and that's what you deserve."

Song Xianglan, with a stern face, forcefully shoved the card into her hand. "What I'm giving you is what I'm giving you. I spoil my daughter-in-law. If you don't spend it, I'll buy all the gold bars tomorrow and throw them into the sea to hear the sound."

Shen Huijun was amused and put the card into her bag.

"Okay, I'll accept it. How about taking Mom to Hong Kong next time?"

"Great! Let's invite your mom too, and then we'll stay at the best hotel and eat our way around the world."

Shen Huijun put her arm around Song Xianglan's arm.

"Okay. It's a pity Tingting is busy, otherwise the four of us could go."

One o'clock in the morning.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law then pushed open the door.

The room was dark.

Just as Shen Huijun turned on the light in the entryway, Song Xiangdong came out of the study, rubbing his temples.

"Huijun, where have you been? It's so late and you didn't even call to let me know. You know..." Song Xiangdong started to say, but then saw Song Xianglan freeze in shock. "Mom? What brings you here?"

"Can't I come?"

Song Xianglan threw the shopping bags she was carrying onto the sofa.

"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known I gave birth to such a blockhead like you."

Song Xiangdong was scolded for no apparent reason.

"Mom, what's wrong with me? Why are you getting angry in the middle of the night?"

"All you think about is work and career. Do you think you're sitting here today because of your own abilities alone?"

Song Xianglan showed no mercy, "You owe your current position to Huijun's support. Aside from work, can't you spare a single moment to see your wife?"

Song Xiangdong frowned.

"I also want to spend more time with her, but I'm working non-stop every day..."

"Stop giving me those useless excuses."

Song Xianglan interrupted him, "I could tell from the moment I arrived today that Huijun is weaker than before. You sleep in the same bed with her every day, do you think her eyes are just decorations?"

Song Xiangdong tensed up and turned to look at Shen Huijun.

"Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick? Why didn't you tell me?"

Shen Huijun patted his arm.

"No, don't let Mom scare you, I'm perfectly fine."

"What's so good about it?"

Song Xianglan glared at her, "You think you have to go to the hospital and use some kind of instrument to find out that something is growing before you're considered sick? By then it'll be too late. Your old lady has developed a keen eye; I can tell at a glance that Huijun has been wronged and is suffering internal injuries from holding it in."

Song Xiangdong's forehead was covered in sweat.

"Mom, I really don't know."

"If you can't be considerate of your wife, you might as well stay single."

Song Xianglan sat down on the sofa, her aura fierce. "Our Huijun is beautiful and capable. She can find someone ten years younger and more loving without you. Anyway, I won't give you a single penny of my property, you heartless wretch. I'll leave it all to Huijun."

Song Xiangdong felt a chill run down his spine.

"Mom, how could I not love Huijun? Please don't break up your son's marriage. I will definitely correct my mistakes if I have any, and strive to do better if I don't."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

"Huijun, go wash up quickly, you must be exhausted." Song Xiangdong hurriedly went to get slippers.

Shen Huijun took her change of clothes and went to the restroom.

The bathroom door had just closed.

Song Xianglan stood up and grabbed Song Xiangdong's ear.

"Ouch! Mom! That hurts!"

"Let's go to the study."

Song Xianglan grabbed her son, who weighed over 100 pounds, and pushed him into the study.

"Mom, can you please give me some face?" Song Xiangdong rubbed his bright red ears.

"You care about saving face? Does Huijun have a death wish?"

Song Xianglan's eyes sharpened. "Let me tell you, Song Xiangdong, when a woman reaches Huijun's age, her body deteriorates day by day, and her spirit is at its most vulnerable. What she needs is a man's tenderness and care."

"If she can't get over menopause and gets depressed, and something really happens to her, you're dead meat."

Song Xiangdong was stunned.

"Menopause? How could Hui-jun be...?"

"Why not? Huijun is over forty years old. She's currently in perimenopause and is experiencing various uncomfortable symptoms."

Of course, Cong Ying didn't have any symptoms at all. Do you know why?

Song Xiangdong: ...

How did he know about Cong Ying's health? But he dared not tell her, fearing his mother would beat him without hesitation.

Song Xianglan: "Because Zhou Fang knows how to cherish someone. You don't even know that your wife has night sweats and can't sleep."

Song Xiangdong genuinely didn't know.

He felt inexplicably depressed.

"Why do I have such a bad temper? It's all because of your dead father back then, who gave me so much anger I had nowhere to vent it on. Now you want Huijun to follow in my footsteps?"

Song Xiangdong lowered his head. "Mom, you've worked so hard."

He felt very sorry for Song Xianglan.

A woman was betrayed by her husband and then adopted his own son.

She treated her husband's illegitimate child as her own son.

"Think about it carefully, what are the benefits for a woman to get married?" Song Xianglan's tone turned serious.

"Your career was on the rise a few years ago, and Fu Bao and You Bao were going through a crucial period in junior high school."

For the sake of the three of you, she gave up her career and moved to that less demanding department.

With Huijun's background and abilities, she should have been a successful career woman. Look at what her classmates are doing now.

Song Xianglan's words struck Song Xiangdong's heart like a blunt object.

Song Xiangdong sighed deeply.

Shenzhen is a window to reform, and it bears a heavy responsibility.

Every day when I open my eyes, there's a whole bunch of things I have to decide right away.

He could only devote all his time to work.

He thought that bringing honor to his family and providing his wife with a stable life was fulfilling his responsibilities.

But Mother is right.

He overlooked Shen Huijun.

Song Xianglan stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Think it over carefully yourself. Don't wait until you lose it to start crying."

"By the time you retire, Huijun will be old too. Do you really want to wait until then to make amends?"

Done.

Song Xianglan opened the door and went out.

Song Xiangdong leaned back in his chair.

My mind is filled with Shen Huijun.

From the first time we met, she was a calm and intelligent girl.

They supported each other through thick and thin.

She manages everything, both inside and outside the house.

When I encountered setbacks, she would comfort me and help me find solutions.

She shouldn't become a resentful woman who wallows in sorrow at night.

There were two knocks on the door.

Shen Huijun pushed open the door.

Her hair was still half-wet, and she smelled of shower gel.

She looked at Song Xiangdong sitting in the chair.

He asked softly:

"What's wrong? You know Mom loves me more, so don't take those words to heart. I just said a few things to Mom."

"Huijun, I'm sorry to have troubled you. It's just... my work is really busy."

Shen Huijun knew he was busy with work.

So they never voice their complaints.

"Do you... still have documents to review tonight? Are you sleeping in the study, or going back to your room?"

Song Xiangdong extended his hand.

He hugged Shen Huijun tightly and buried his head in her shoulder.

Shen Huijun froze for a moment: "Xiang Dong, what's wrong?"

Song Xiangdong's voice was hoarse: "I won't sleep in the study. I won't sleep in the study anymore."