At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Wu Man glanced at her son sitting to the side and muttered sarcastically, "What's the use of reading so many books? Getting a doctorate is just a waste of time. In the end, you still have to get married and not have children. No matter how many books you read, it's useless."

He Qiaoyun rolled her eyes in front of her, "Tsk, I must be sick, wasting so much breath on a stupid pig remnant of the Qing Dynasty."

After saying that, she glanced at Duan Fei, pointed to her own head, and shook her head: "Your mother's brain is so bad that even a dung beetle would spit on it."

Wu Man jumped to her feet, pointed at her, and shouted, "You!"

Duan Fei's face immediately turned ugly. "Auntie, my mom is talking to you nicely. Don't go too far."

He Qiaoyun chuckled, "Duan Fei, you really are your mother's son. Tsk, you're such a good son."

At first glance, these words sounded sarcastic, but upon closer inspection, they turned into a barrage of insults.

He Qiaoyun went into the kitchen, packed a large pot of seafood porridge she had cooked into lunchboxes, and then packed up the steamed buns and shumai that she hadn't had time to eat yet, leaving none for them.

Wu Man watched as she took all the breakfast with her and scolded, "What are you doing! You took it all away, what will my son eat?"

He Qiaoyun said indifferently, "If there's nothing to eat, then let's just starve to death."

Wu Man cursed, "What nonsense are you spouting! You're talking rubbish!"

He Qiaoyun found a bag and put all the breakfast in it. "Oh, I was just kidding. Why are you so petty and calculating? Did your son inherit your pettiness?"

It's really satisfying to speak like a rogue.

Wu Manyi said sternly, "Is this a joke? It's not funny!"

He Qiaoyun laughed, "I told you you were from the Qing Dynasty, but you still won't admit it."

Wu Man couldn't bring herself to say such a thing. She was so angry that her face turned green. After a long while, she managed to utter a personal attack, "He Qiaoyun, you deserve to get a divorce."

He Qiaoyun laughed even louder, "So what if I got divorced? Guess why the country has a divorce system? I'm not like you, afraid to get divorced, forced to endure it all, until the man died." Then, she asked suspiciously, "He died from being worn out, didn't he? You couldn't stand it anymore and killed him, could you?"

Since Wu Man insists on being so shameless, she won't give her a friendly look. Since they've already broken off all pretense, there's no point in pretending anymore.

Wu Man's face instantly changed color, turning red, white, and then green, until she burst into tears, "My God, you're amazing! I've never seen anyone with such a sharp tongue in my life..." She turned to Duan Fei: "Feifei, kick her out! Kick her out..."

She cried, and He Qiaoyun enjoyed watching it. She added insult to injury: "Oh my, you really think you're a delicate little girl. You can't see that you look particularly ugly and ferocious when you cry, like a man-eating old monster."

The more Wu Man talked, the more aggrieved she became. She leaned against Duan Fei, but he dodged away and said to He Qiaoyun with displeasure, "Auntie! Stop talking!"

He Qiaoyun smiled happily, "Huh? What did I say? Didn't your mom say it first? Luckily, I have a good temper, so I just argued with her. If it were someone with a bad temper, your mom would be in pieces by now, and she wouldn't be able to put it back together."

As they were talking, a sound came from the master bedroom door. Xu Hemei dragged her luggage out, her eyes red and swollen, but her face was very calm.

She glanced at Duan Fei and Wu Man, then said to He Qiaoyun, "Mom, let's go."

He Qiaoyun handed her the breakfast in her hand, saying, "You take it, I have to move the grapes." She didn't leave them a single one.

Xu Hemei responded with a "okay" and took the bag.

He Qiaoyun bent down, picked up a whole box of grapes, and then went out the door.

The two went downstairs, and He Qiaoyun opened the trunk of the van, carried grapes and her daughter's luggage up, and then got into the van.

Xu Hemei hadn't slept for a day and two nights, and had experienced a lot of physically and mentally exhausting things. After getting on the bus, she seemed to let down her guard and fell into a deep sleep leaning against the seat.

After slowly driving the car out of the parking lot, He Qiaoyun felt somewhat lost.

Hesitant about whether to bring his daughter back to the villa.

But if we don't bring them back to the villa, where else can we go?

He slowly parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and made a phone call to Feng Jiashu.

She thought to herself, "I'm a tenant, I've paid the rent, it's perfectly normal to bring someone back to stay for a few days."

A moment later, the call connected, and a deep male voice came through the receiver: "Qiaoyun, why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

He Qiaoyun spoke up, "There's something I think I should tell you."

Feng Jiashu asked, "What is it?"

He Qiaoyun hesitated, finding it difficult to say it.

"Huh? What happened?" Feng Jiashu asked, puzzled.

He Qiaoyun pressed on, "I'd like to bring someone back to stay for a few days, is that alright?"

Before Feng Jiashu could respond, she immediately added, "If you mind, I won't bring it."

After all, I'm a tenant now.

If all else fails, let your daughter stay in a hotel for a few days, and then take advantage of those few days to find her a place to live. I won't feel at ease until she's settled in properly.

Hearing the hesitation in her voice, Feng Jiashu on the other end of the phone asked, "Are you bringing someone of the opposite sex back?"

If I bring someone of the opposite sex home, he probably won't agree—not probably, he definitely won't agree.

He Qiaoyun replied, "It's not a man...it's my daughter. She...she broke up with her son-in-law and now she has nowhere to go. As her mother, I can't just abandon her, so she's staying here for a few days as a temporary measure. She's been sleeping with me these past few days..."

Feng Jiashu was relieved to hear that it wasn't a woman and said with a smile, "Of course you can. You're a tenant, and our lease doesn't say you can't bring people back."

For some reason, He Qiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"You are welcome."

After hanging up the phone, He Qiaoyun got into the car and started the engine. Xu Hemei suddenly woke up and yawned, "Mom, where are we going?"

He Qiaoyun slowly drove the car onto the main road and said, "Let's go to my rented house and stay for a few days."

Xu Hemei nodded hesitantly, then tilted her head and fell asleep again.

As He Qiaoyun drove, she calculated the amount of money in her pocket. After finishing, she sighed helplessly.

Having grown accustomed to living in villas, I've longed to buy a small one, but now I realize that in Haicheng, a metropolis where land is incredibly valuable, this amount of money can only cover the down payment for a residential apartment in a residential complex.

After paying the down payment, at her age, she doesn't know whether she'll pass away first or pay off the mortgage first... It's like the saying goes, "The person is gone, but the loan remains; the loan is passed down to future generations..."

Forget it, if you have a place to live, just stay there for now. If you can't live there anymore, you can rent another place. Even if you don't own property, as long as you have money on hand and don't take out loans recklessly, you won't end up on the streets as a beggar, no matter how bad things get.

A short while later, the car stopped in front of the villa.

He Qiaoyun gently patted her daughter, "Xiaomei, we're here. Go inside and sleep some more."

Xu Hemei opened her drowsy eyes, opened the car door and got out, and saw a man in a suit smiling as he walked down the steps.

"Sister Qiaoyun, you're back."