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

"She's recently become obsessed with stock trading," Yi Feng said coldly. "I don't know where she met this so-called 'insider circle,' and she keeps saying she's made a fortune trading stocks with others. But I don't think she's made any money at all; she's just throwing it all away."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan frowned even more deeply. "She'll squander that little bit of family wealth sooner or later. Don't just focus on getting angry with her; quickly take control of all the family's funds. Don't let your mother drag you down with her."

Yi Feng took a sip of water.

"I know. She doesn't have much money left."

How many houses does she own?

"One apartment is less than 70 square meters. And there's my classmate's villa." Yifeng put down her water glass. "Back then, I made it clear to her that each of our daughters owns an apartment."

Otherwise, don't blame me for spreading rumors about their preference for sons over daughters.

She's most afraid of being alone in her old age. I've been taking care of her younger sisters for the past few years, so she doesn't dare confront me directly. The house was transferred to her name a long time ago.

This girl is clever enough to know how to exploit Yang Liu's weaknesses.

"My classmate said he wanted to report it to the police for fraud." Song Yifeng bit her lip.

Song Xianglan thought for a moment.

"Yifeng, have your classmate report her for fraud to the police, and teach your mother a lesson." Song Xianglan looked at Yifeng with heartache. "You've been covering for her too much, which has made her less cautious."

Song Yifeng didn't have much money on hand.

Unless she borrows money from Song Qiang to cover Yang Liu's losses.

Or she could sell the houses owned by her sisters.

But Song Xianglan was right; her mother showed no remorse whatsoever. She also feared that Yang Liu might make even more mistakes by using Song Xiangdong's name.

Thinking of this, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Third Aunt, I have a bad feeling."

"Are you worried she'll use your Uncle Xiangdong's name to make money?"

Song Yifeng nodded.

Song Xianglan said coldly, "I also have my doubts. The so-called insider circle is definitely just a fame-seeking scheme, but we don't know if the people behind it are after money or have other motives."

The arena of power is always a battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder is never seen.

Song Yifeng shivered.

"I called my classmate."

Song Xianglan pressed her hand down. "No rush. Eat first, I'll go see your mother this afternoon."

Song Xianglan placed some sticky rice chicken into Song Yifeng's bowl. "Eat up. Food is essential for life; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal."

Song Yifeng ate without tasting anything.

She always felt a heavy burden on her shoulders.

She seemed to have matured earlier than others since childhood, and now she felt incredibly tired. She really wanted to resolve this matter and get away from her parents.

Song Xianglan ate a Chencun sausage, which had a rich peanut sauce flavor.

She couldn't help but eat several pieces.

"Yifeng, are you dating someone lately?"

Yi Feng was clearly taken aback, her eyes darting away.

"Don't hide it from me. Your mother said you absolutely refuse to get married. Don't I know you? You're a girl who has her own plans." Song Xianglan looked at her.

Yi Feng bit her lip and nodded in agreement.

"There's a guy I'm currently dating. His parents are farmers, there are three brothers in his family, and their financial situation is just average. When I first met him, I told him that all my family members are girls, and that if I get married and have children, they will have to take my surname."

"He agreed?"

"agree."

Yi Feng's tone softened somewhat.

"I don't want my parents to know too soon. With their tempers, if they find out early, they might cause some trouble at the man's place and make things worse."

"I know his family is poor, and I don't want to find a family with good conditions. No family would want their child to take my surname."

"What I'm after is the right to have the child's surname. If things don't go well in the future, I will not hesitate to divorce him and take the child with me. For me, marriage is not a necessity; having a child with my surname is."

"Why are you doing this, child? Your father's surname isn't anything special."

"Third Aunt. I know it's nothing special, but my sisters and I have indeed put a lot of pressure on my parents."

I can hear the villagers always saying, "What's the use of Song Qiang earning so much money in his life?"

His lineage ended with him.

Even when arguing with the villagers, they would proudly boast about having sons. They would call my dad a childless man, saying he had given birth to several money-losing children.

The village has a large population with no obstructions.

They can't compete with each other in terms of money and career.

They'll compare how many sons they have.

Especially since everyone was poor before, seeing you rich would definitely make them envious and jealous.

"It's none of their business. You're rich; you've achieved upward social mobility."

Song Yifeng said ingratiatingly:

"Okay, okay, let me fulfill my dad's wish, alright? I promised him back then."

After listening, Song Xianglan sneered:

"Song Qiang and Yang Liu are incredibly lucky to have had a daughter like you. They don't even have half your brains combined."

Yi Feng smiled bitterly:

"What's the use? I'm more tired than anyone else cleaning up the mess they left behind."

"Feeling tired means you're using the wrong method."

Song Xianglan: "Listen to me. Don't waste your time at the foreign trade company. Go to your father's company as soon as possible and take over his business."

Yi Feng raised her head.

"Go to his place?"

Song Xianglan's tone was crisp:

"Go talk to your sister Erfeng again and tell her to take over your mother's restaurant. From now on, the two of you sisters will have complete control of the finances. Give Yangliu a small allowance each month, which she can use to buy clothes or gamble as she pleases. But she absolutely cannot be allowed to gamble with the restaurant."

Yi Feng's eyes lit up.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded emphatically.

"I understand. I'll discuss it with Erfeng when I get back."

"Eat up." Song Xianglan picked up her chopsticks. "I had breakfast early, and I'm really hungry now."

Yi Feng picked up a shrimp dumpling and placed it on Song Xianglan's plate.

"Third Aunt, did my mom send you?"

"Yes." Song Xianglan picked up a shrimp dumpling and took a bite. "She was crying and wailing on the phone, saying that you girls don't want to get married or date, and that I should come and persuade you. She even wanted to pick me up at the station, but I don't want to listen to her nonsense."

Yi Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"After my mom opened that shop, she became more and more confident. She always felt that she could convince people to listen to her with just a few words."

Yi Feng pouted:

"Actually, the restaurant's good business is all thanks to Chef Tian. Chef Tian likes my mother, but she thinks it's because she's so capable."

Song Xianglan: ...

Yi Feng lowered her eyes. "Third Aunt, if possible... I'll decide whether or not to get married during the Spring Festival."

Don't feel pressured.

Song Xianglan put down her chopsticks, looked into Yifeng's eyes, and said, "If it's a good match, great; if not, better to have nothing than something bad. Don't listen to your parents and insist on finding a son-in-law to save face. You're the one living your life; don't make yourself suffer."

Song Yifeng's tone was stubborn:

"What I say, I will do. My life's purpose is to prove to my parents that daughters are absolutely no less capable than sons. I can support this family."

Looking at Yifeng's tense shoulders.

Song Xianglan sighed inwardly.

She could see how heavy the shackles were on Yi Feng.

Song Xianglan was powerless to help Yifeng let go of this obsession.

She hopes all girls can truly break free from their shackles.

There's no need to prove to anyone how great you are anymore.

Live only for yourself.

Girls who weren't favored by their parents often became the most filial. They spent their entire lives trying to prove their parents' goodness. Even on their deathbeds, their parents' greatest concern remained for their beloved children.

In this life, one must acknowledge the favoritism shown by one's parents.

After finishing her meal, Yifeng was in a hurry to return to the company.

Song Xianglan didn't delay and took a taxi to Yang Liu's shop.

She went into the store and asked the manager where Yang Liu was. "I heard from your boss, Ms. Yang, that there are insider circles in the stock market. I'd like to try it out, but I'm worried that her insider information is unreliable."

Song Xianglan was dressed very elegantly.

The shop manager, Yang Guimei, quickly poured Song Xianglan a cup of tea.

"Don't worry, Auntie. Our cousin, General Manager Yang, is a big shot," she said, pointing to the television program playing. "It's this one from our city." Yang Guimei gave a thumbs up. "If there's any inside information in the city, our General Manager Yang will know immediately."

Song Xianglan: ...

She wanted to punch someone.

"Is your CEO Yang that powerful? They say she's a cousin, will she help her?"

"You don't understand. Her cousin's mother is a perverted old witch. She has no ability but makes a lot of demands. The wife she married looks glamorous but actually has no opinions of her own. They rely entirely on our General Manager Yang to make decisions for their family."

Our General Manager Yang spends five or six days a week at her cousin's house. She even accompanied her two children through their adolescence; now, under her guidance, both children have been admitted to Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

Song Xianglan: ...

Even Tang Sanzang felt murderous intent upon seeing them.

"It's a shame that your boss, Mr. Yang, is so capable, is stuck working in a small shop." Song Xianglan clicked her tongue in amazement. "That little cow is flying in an airplane, she's really become arrogant."

Yang Guimei: ...

"Are you praising someone or insulting them?"

"Look at what you're saying, of course I'm praising her for being awesome. She's like a stick in a latrine, so good at arguing." There was no point in talking to this idiot in front of her, so Song Xianglan exchanged a few words with her and then got up and left.

Yang Guimei followed behind.

"Auntie, want to invest? If you invest money, you'll have hope for the rest of your life."

Song Xianglan's eyes scanned up and down like radar. "You get a commission for bringing in business? What you all say is like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another. You say there's hope for the rest of your life? I'm afraid I'll ruin the rest of my life because of this."

After a pause, Song Xianglan continued:

"I advise you to be a decent person and not to pick up that boastful habit from shady characters. Just because you have a feather stuck on a hen doesn't mean you can think you're a great bird."

Yang Guimei angrily cursed:

"Unexpected wealth won't enrich the poor, and elixirs can't cure envy. You're jealous of our General Manager Yang, so you're throwing dirty water on us here."

"Watch out, or I'll call the police and have you arrested. You don't even know what our boss Yang's cousin's name is? I'll tell you today, and it'll scare you to death. I even know his home address."

Song Xianglan was shocked to hear this.

She's at an age where she doesn't care about taking her pants off in the street to defecate, so why would she be afraid of a woman who's trying to scam her?

He took off the sole of his shoe and went up to Yang Guimei, giving her a good beating.

The sole of the shoe slapped her across the face several times.

"Old lady drinking porridge is despicable and shameless. If she's short of money, she'll sell herself; if she's ugly and can't be sold, she'll rob someone."

Why do you have to spout nonsense here? Heroes come from all walks of life, and liars are never judged by age. You're the worst kind of scum. If you're going to make up a story, at least make it believable. Tell your boss, Mr. Yang, to go learn from the cesspool!

Song Xianglan ran away after hitting him.

Yang Guimei told the kitchen staff to go after them.

Those kids ran very fast.

They quickly caught up with Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan stopped running, turned around and asked:

"Are you here to make money or to give away money? I'm an old lady in my seventies or eighties. If you touch me, I'll be lying down and unable to move. It's perfect for me to come to your house to live out my old age."

The young men looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Don't work so hard. The dirty money that your boss Yang and the manager make won't end up in your hands, so why be cannon fodder for them?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

The young men remained silent, clearly persuaded by Song Xianglan.