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

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A slight noise came from the kitchen.

Song Xiangdong was wearing an apron.

Stir the bird's nest porridge in the pot with a soup spoon.

Rose tea was brewing in a glass pot next to it.

When Song Xianglan got up, she saw him in the kitchen.

"Xiang Dong. Up so early today?"

Song Xiangdong turned down the heat. "Huijun went to bed very late last night, so I'll make some bird's nest porridge."

"What's the use of putting on a show for a day or two?" Song Xianglan hadn't expected her son to be so ambitious for officialdom. "Huijun has taken care of you for so many years. I don't want you to keep climbing the ladder. Our family has some money, but no real foundation."

"Lei Li's grandfather retired long ago. Lei Li is not as good as you; his father is also in a second-tier position."

It means we can't compare to others.

Song Xiangdong pressed his temples helplessly. "Mom, I'm not greedy for power. If I really were, I would have left Shenzhen long ago. I want to use these years to make the city better. This is a window city."

Song Xianglan scoffed, "I don't understand those grand principles."

"You know everything. It's your hands-on approach to charity that really touches me."

"Xiang Dong, even the highest-ranking leader has a wife and family."

Song Xianglan remained silent.

After making breakfast.

He took off his apron and tiptoed back to the bedroom.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

Shen Huijun is still asleep.

Song Xiangdong walked to the bedside and sat down, reaching under the covers to touch Shen Huijun's back.

A damp sensation touched my skin.

The back of my pajamas was soaked.

Shen Huijun opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was hoarse from just waking up.

Song Xiangdong withdrew his hand: "You do indeed have insufficient qi and blood. Why didn't you tell me about your severe night sweats?"

Shen Huijun pulled the blanket up a little.

"It'll be fine in a while."

Song Xiangdong put on a stern face, "I'll make breakfast from now on. You should take care of your health."

Shen Huijun chuckled.

I took it as a joke.

"Aren't you busy today?" She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Your secretary should be here soon."

As they were talking.

The doorbell rang in the living room.

Song Xiangdong responded, "Coming."

He stood up.

"Lie down a little longer. The porridge is ready; it's keeping it warm in the pot."

More than half an hour later.

Shen Huijun finished washing up and left the bedroom.

Two bowls of steaming bird's nest porridge and several exquisite breakfast dishes were laid out on the table.

Song Xianglan was holding half a multigrain steamed bun in her hand.

"Mom, you're up so early." Shen Huijun pulled out a chair and sat down.

"As you get older, you need less sleep." Song Xianglan pointed to the bowl in front of her. "That's what Xiangdong made. He said he wanted to make different dishes to replenish your qi and blood."

Shen Huijun picked up a spoon and stirred the porridge.

"He just had a sudden urge today."

"That won't do. If he dares not cook for a day, I'll beat him up. I have to go find Yifeng after I finish eating."

Shen Huijun stopped moving and sighed.

"Did Yang Liu call you?"

Song Xianglan scoffed, "Speaking of those disobedient girls, all they do is grow older but not wise enough to get married. Has Yifeng gotten into trouble?"

Shen Huijun took a sip of porridge.

"Yifeng and her mother are like oil and water. Yang Liu's business has grown big in recent years, and she has changed several men in her life. Yifeng has never liked her way of doing things."

"Let her change men. She's a single woman, she has money, can't she even have fun?" Song Xianglan said dismissively.

Shen Huijun put down her spoon. "She's gotten together with the father of one of Yifeng University's classmates."

Song Xianglan started coughing.

Shen Huijun quickly handed her a tissue.

Song Xianglan glared at her. "It's fine if we become even closer relatives."

"If it were just dating, that would be fine," Shen Huijun shook her head. "That man is in the building materials business. Yang Liu said she wanted to get married, and he even bought the wedding house according to Yang Liu's requirements."

"Did they change their minds?"

Shen Huijun said coldly, "She dumped him while he was preparing for the wedding. The day before the breakup, she even took several hundred thousand yuan from him, saying it was for short-term needs. The house he bought is still in Yang Liu's name. Now she's lost both her money and her lover, how could that man let it go so easily?"

"You've really made something of yourself."

Song Xianglan gritted her teeth, "The poor who suddenly become rich can't hold onto their wealth, and their character rots away with it."

"Yifeng's classmate went to Yifeng's company and pointed at Yifeng's nose and cursed her in front of everyone. He said that Yifeng and her mother were setting up a honey trap and that she might as well go to a nightclub."

Song Xianglan's face darkened.

"Yi-feng took leave and went home that day. Mother and daughter had a big fight, and Yi-feng said she would sever their mother-daughter relationship."

Song Xianglan picked up the bowl.

He finished the rest of the porridge in one gulp.

"Yang Liu doesn't care about saving face; her daughters still need to live their lives in Shenzhen."

Shen Huijun got up to get her bag, took out a business card, and said, "Mom, go to her company at noon. She works at a foreign trade company now and can come out during her lunch break."

Song Xianglan took the business card and glanced at it.

"Okay, I understand."

10:00 AM.

Song Xianglan used her home landline to call Yifeng.

The call connected, but it was very noisy on the other end.

"Hello, who is this?" Yi Feng's voice was crisp and clear.

"Me," Song Xianglan said.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"Third Aunt?" Yi Feng asked in surprise, "You've come to Shenzhen?"

"I'll come over to have lunch with you at noon," Song Xianglan said without further ado.

Yifeng hesitated for a moment, "I only have two hours to rest at noon. Is that convenient for you?"

"Is the address correct, the China World Trade Center?"

"Yes. Then wait for me in the lobby downstairs at 11:30. I'll take you to eat near the company."

"it is good."

I hung up the phone.

Song Xianglan changed her clothes and left home half an hour early.

11:15.

A group of young people dressed in business attire emerged.

Song Xianglan spotted Yi Feng at a glance.

Yi Feng wore a dark blue fitted suit and high heels. Her shoulder-length hair gave her a neat and capable look.

"Third Aunt." Yi Feng came over and took her arm.

Song Xianglan looked her over. "You've lost weight. Those dark circles under your eyes are so heavy, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Yi Feng forced a smile: "I'm busy with work. Let's go, there's a tea restaurant up ahead, I've made a reservation."

The two entered the tea restaurant.

Yifeng found a seat by the window and quickly ordered a few dishes from the menu.

"What kind of soup do you want? Watercress and pork rib soup or pigeon soup?" Yi Feng asked.

"Watercress and pork ribs." Song Xianglan leaned back in her chair.

The waiter took the menu away.

Yi Feng kept her gaze fixed on the window, clearly not wanting to speak.

"Your mom asked me to come to Shenzhen."

Yi Feng's face turned cold.

"She called and said I was unfilial and that I talked back to her?" Yi Feng said sarcastically. "What else can she do besides play the victim? She calls people she knows to spread rumors about me. She never thinks there's anything wrong with her."

Yi Feng gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening. "She has money and can spend it however she wants. But what right does she have to touch the people around me? I've finally had a few true friends since I was little. And she, she turned their families upside down."

"Lin Huanhuan is a very good classmate of mine, and I was thinking that it wasn't easy for her to run her shop. That's why I thought of inviting her to her shop if she had any guests at home. I never expected her to have such malicious intentions."

Song Xianglan asked, "Why would she cheat people out of their money? Logically, she should be making money from her shop."

Yifeng became more and more agitated as she spoke, "My classmate threw a bill at my face. Everyone in the company was laughing at me. How could I face anyone?"

"A villa plus 300,000 yuan in cash."

Song Xianglan remained silent, listening quietly.

"I went back to confront her yesterday. Guess what she said?" Yi Feng sneered, "She said it was money she earned through her own abilities and told me to mind my own business."

"Your mother has been in business for so many years, and she's certainly mastered the art of shamelessness perfectly," Song Xianglan sneered.

"Uncle Lin threatened to hire someone to kill her if she didn't return the money."

"Uncle Lin's family clan is very powerful," Yi Feng said in a low voice. "She's offended someone she shouldn't have, and she's been flaunting herself in public every day. She even said that we have officials among our relatives, so she's not afraid of Uncle Lin getting involved."