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

Upon receiving the news, Song Yifeng rushed to Song Xiangdong's house.

The door opened.

Without saying a word, Song Yifeng bent her knees and knelt directly on the cushion in the entryway.

"I'm sorry, Third Aunt, Auntie."

Shen Huijun was startled and quickly reached out to pull him away.

"Yifeng, what are you doing? Get up!"

Song Yifeng stubbornly shook off Shen Huijun's hand.

"I have no right to ask for forgiveness. I'm not here to apologize or plead for her." Song Yifeng's voice was hoarse. "It's because of me that she had the opportunity to come to Shenzhen. I failed to keep an eye on her and caused my uncle such a big problem."

After listening to my father, Song Qiang, explain the whole story.

Song Yifeng broke out in a cold sweat.

The case involves tens of millions of yuan and is a money laundering and fraud scheme.

They even pinned the blame on their uncle.

He's clearly rotten to the core; he'd cheat anyone for money.

Seeing that she couldn't pull him, Shen Huijun looked to Song Xianglan on the sofa for help.

"Will kneeling here solve the problem?" Song Xianglan asked indifferently.

Song Yifeng raised her head: "Third Aunt, is there anything I can do? I'll do anything to help my cousin."

"Go to work when you're supposed to, do whatever you're supposed to do."

Song Xianglan put down her teacup. "You are you, and she is she. I didn't mean to get involved in your thoughts, but I don't have the energy to comfort you right now. Go back."

Song Yifeng's lips moved slightly, but Shen Huijun pulled her up.

"Listen to your third aunt, go back first." Shen Huijun pushed her out.

Song Yifeng bowed, turned and left.

on the way home.

Song Yifeng's mind was in complete chaos.

She knows Yang Liu too well.

Yang Liu hasn't read many books and is slow-witted; she definitely couldn't manage such a large situation by herself.

Someone must be teaching her from behind.

Song Yifeng remembered that Yang Liu had a habit.

When they encounter something important, they always like to wrap it in a plastic bag and hide it in every corner of the house.

She took leave.

I took a taxi to Yang Liu's place.

The room remained as messy as it was when they were arrested.

Song Yifeng locked the door and began searching.

They even went under the bed, on top of the wardrobe, and even the bathroom exhaust fan.

Finally, Song Yifeng pulled a black plastic bag out of a rice bucket under the kitchen stove.

I opened it and took a look.

Inside were two worn-out notebooks.

A notebook was filled with names and phone numbers, some of which had strange symbols drawn after them.

The other notebook resembled an account book, containing entries for time, place, and brief conversations. Examples included phrases like "Wednesday, teahouse, pay 30,000" and "Agreed to pay interest."

Song Yifeng didn't dare to delay and went to Song Xianglan's place with the notebook in her pocket.

Song Xianglan took the notebook and flipped through a few pages.

At first, his expression was relatively calm.

But when she turned to the third page, her gaze suddenly stopped on one spot.

"Fu Qingnian?"

Song Xianglan's brows furrowed tightly as she read the name.

Lei Li, who had been pacing back and forth nearby, stopped and quickly walked to the coffee table: "Mom, what did you say? Fu Qingnian?"

"Look," Song Xianglan said, handing over the notebook and pointing to a line of text in the middle.

The words were written crookedly: "Fu Qingnian, antique dealer followed by parentheses Jin Ye".

Shen Huijun leaned closer to look: "This name sounds familiar."

Song Xianglan's expression was grave. "That gigolo who interfered in An Xiyang and Zhou Fang's marriage. His father used to deal with some antiques, and we even gave him a good scolding."

Lei Li took the notebook and looked at it carefully.

"Last time, we arrested Yan Xiaowu in Beijing and interrogated him for half a month. He said that in that huge antique smuggling case in the south, besides Fu Qingnian, there was another key figure named Master Jin."

Song Xianglan looked up at him.

"Who exactly is Master Jin?"

"They were said to be descendants of the Eight Banners in the past."

Lei Li pulled up a chair and sat down. "He's been abroad for many years and is living a very wealthy life overseas. He's generous and spends money everywhere to make connections with powerful people. However, he's too clean in his dealings. Yan Xiaowu is just repeating what he's heard. Qi Jun said that they haven't been able to find any evidence that Master Jin is directly connected to these cases."

That's strange.

Shen Huijun analyzed, "If they have so much money, why would they let Yang Liu engage in this tens of millions of yuan fundraising fraud in Shenzhen?"

Song Xianglan snorted coldly:

"Spending such a large sum of money, their demands must be enormous. They're playing a much bigger game, and Yang Liu is just a pawn they've thrown out. If something goes wrong, they'll drag Xiang Dong into it to divert attention."

No, they should have been watching Xiang Dong long ago. It's just that the others hadn't found a breakthrough, so they used Yang Liu's boasting to create an opening.

Lei Li became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it.

"The people Jin Ye collaborates with should also be in Beijing."

Shenzhen is developing well.

People who come here to gain experience are more likely to achieve success.

Song Xianglan made a decisive decision.

"Lei Li, take these two notebooks back to Beijing immediately and give them to your grandfather."

"Okay, I'll book the tickets right away." Lei Li stuffed the notebook into his pocket.

After Lei Li left.

The room fell silent again.

Shen Huijun sat on the sofa, her face somewhat pale.

With one thing after another piling up, she hasn't had a full night's sleep in the past few days.

Song Xianglan noticed her daughter-in-law's anxiety.

He sat down next to her and patted her on the shoulder.

"Afraid?"

Shen Huijun forced a smile: "It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid."

"When water reaches its limit, it becomes a beautiful landscape; when people reach their limit, they are reborn." Song Xianglan said calmly, "Xiang Dong is neither greedy nor greedy. This time, stirring up the water has actually become an opportunity to squeeze out the pus."

After Shen Huijun listened,

Silent for a long time.

After a while, she raised her head.

"Mom, I can't just coast along at work anymore," Shen Huijun said.

Song Xianglan looked at her: "Have you figured it out?"

"This incident has made me realize something. If I were in an important position, at least I would have heard some rumors beforehand, instead of being caught off guard by others making baseless accusations like this."

Song Xianglan nodded: "Do whatever you want, don't worry about the family."

"Not for others, but for yourself. Why should women always be the ones to sacrifice when men give up their families for their careers? I disagreed with your idea of ​​sacrificing yourself too much from the beginning."

"Xiang Dong was targeted a long time ago. The other side couldn't find a weakness, so Yang Liu stepped forward. I guess the other side also sees Yang Liu as a liability. If it were someone close to them, they would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money."

Shen Huijun: ...

"Mom, I think Fu Bao would do well in business in the future. I hope she lives a simple and ordinary life."

"Fu Bao is luckier than us." Song Xianglan had a lot to say when she mentioned Fu Bao.

The little girl was very popular when she was in elementary school.

The boys in her class often gave her gold, and Shen Huijun would always contact their parents to return it.

a few days later.

evening.

Song Xianglan was simmering soup in the kitchen, while Shen Huijun was tidying the coffee table in the living room.

Song Xiangdong returned wearing a white shirt and a dark gray coat.

He had a stubble on his chin, but he was surprisingly energetic.

Shen Huijun stood there, stunned.

"east……"

Song Xiangdong pulled Shen Huijun into his arms.

Shen Huijun's eyes instantly reddened.

She buried her face in her husband's shoulder, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Song Xianglan came out carrying a plate of food, glanced at the two of them, and placed the food on the table.

Song Xiangdong released his wife.

He walked up to Song Xianglan, opened his arms, and hugged the old lady.

"Alright, you reek of smoke. Go wash your hands and eat." Song Xianglan pushed him away with disgust, but couldn't help but smile.

The dinner table.

Song Xiangdong picked up the bowl and ate two mouthfuls of rice.

Song Xiangdong put down his chopsticks. "I can't reveal too many details to you. But the most important thing is that the mole inside the notebook you sent out was quickly caught."

Shen Huijun breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that they've been caught; I was so worried."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at her.

"You're worried, but I'm not. If he can't even handle this little thing, he shouldn't be in that position."

Song Xiangdong smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom. Thank you, wife. And that 'Master Jin' has been caught."

"Where is Fu Qingnian?"

Song Xianglan felt a surge of anger whenever she heard that name.

Song Xiangdong said, "Fortunately, the notebook that Yifeng found had a landline number from a small city in another province. That number wasn't far from Shenzhen. We followed the clues and found Fu Qingnian meeting with the buyer in an abandoned warehouse, where our people caught them red-handed."

They were talking.

The doorbell rang.

Song Xianglan stood up. "It must be Lei Li who's back."

She went to open the door, and sure enough, Lei Li was standing there.

"My dad asked me to come over and stay for a few days. I could smell the pork rib soup as soon as I got to the door." Lei Li went to the kitchen and grabbed a set of bowls and chopsticks. "Brother, you've really escaped disaster this time!"

Song Xiangdong nodded.

"Thank you for making this trip."

Lei Li sat down and drank a bowl of soup.

You would never guess that two completely unrelated things would end up being connected.

Jin Ye's men weren't just involved in antique scams in the south; they also ran a mining investment scheme in Beijing, with a much larger sum of money involved than Yang Liu's. Qi Jun led his men to raid the Beijing hideout, making a significant contribution.

"Qi Jun also made a contribution?" Song Xianglan asked in surprise. "His luck has really improved since he married Mao Qiaozhen."

Lei Li couldn't stop smiling:

"Tingting said the same thing as her mother. Most people say that Mao Qiaozhen was lucky to marry Qi Jun. This time, my eldest brother pulled out a radish and brought out the mud, taking down the whole bunch behind it. There will be big changes in the next year or two. Some people we found can't be dealt with immediately; we need an opportunity."

Song Xianglan took a sip of soup, her tone calm:

"If you stand out too tall in the forest, the wind will surely blow you down. I don't want you to keep climbing upwards."

Song Xiangdong looked solemn.

"Mom, I remember what you said. I know exactly which path I should take from now on."

Lei Li chimed in.

"As for that Yang Liu, she's probably going to suffer a lot this time."

"The amount of money involved was too large, and it involved areas that shouldn't have been involved. If it weren't for the two notebooks that Yifeng handed over, which filled a crucial link in the chain of evidence, Yang Liu would have been executed. Yifeng has given her a glimmer of hope. She won't die, but she won't have a chance to get out either."

Song Xianglan didn't say anything, but simply put a piece of green vegetable into her bowl.

Regarding willows.

She didn't have much to say.

Yang Liu was initially just short-sighted and wanted to make quick money through shady means, but ended up being used as a pawn.

That was the path Yang Liu chose herself.

Song Xianglan had no obligation to forgive such a person, nor was she interested in caring about her future life or death.

The matter has been completely settled.

After the turmoil in Shenzhen subsided.

Song Xianglan saw that her son's side was on the right track.

Shen Huijun also began processing her job transfer procedures and did not stay any longer.

I packed a few simple changes of clothes.

Song Xianglan bought a ticket and returned to her hometown.