Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

The property certificate for Mei Yusheng's villa had already been obtained, but Yue Jiangting didn't want to give it to her, so he delayed for two days.

On the last afternoon before the deadline set by Mei Yusheng, Yue Guangzhi couldn't hold back any longer: "Dad, if you keep dragging this out, won't you provoke Mom and make her do something irrational?"

Yue Jiangting narrowed his eyes: "I just wanted to test her limits. Besides, after three days, if she was just acting impulsively, she should have calmed down by now."

Actually, he wasn't sure either. The private investigator hadn't even found a trace of Mei Yusheng. All he knew was that she had gone to the bank on the first morning and exchanged some cash for gold bars.

Yue Jiangting was so angry he nearly fell backward; he had known about this all along!

He had a bad feeling that the mysterious tycoon who drove the limited edition Cullinan was secretly hiding the sound of rain.

He was completely baffled. Who was this person? And what was their connection to Mei Yusheng?

Over the past thirty years, he believed he knew Mei Yusheng inside and out, and even knew her childhood playmates. How could there be such an important person that he knew nothing about?

Then there's only one possibility: Mei Yusheng only met him recently.

But if they had just met, where did Mei Yusheng get such great charm to help this important person whom he had to look up to?

The more I thought about it, the more my head ached. I had no clue what to do. The most urgent thing was to find her so that I could unveil the mystery of that person.

Yue Jiangting also had a detective investigate that person, but there was no progress; the person was very well hidden.

A sense of panic rose in his heart; he instinctively felt that this person's appearance would bring many uncontrollable factors.

So he became even more eager to see Mei Yusheng!

"Didn't your mother call you?" Yue Jiangting was somewhat impressed by Mei Yusheng's patience and composure. In his mind, she should be eager to get the villa and the money, but she hadn't made a sound for two days in a row.

"No..." Yue Guangzhi glanced at his father uneasily, pulled out his mother's number from his phone, and looked up to ask for his opinion.

Yue Jiangting remained expressionless and unresponsive. Yue Guangzhi hesitated for a few seconds before pressing the dial button.

After a few beeps, Mei Yusheng answered but didn't speak.

"Mom," Yue Guangzhi called out weakly, his Adam's apple bobbing twice with difficulty, "How have you been these past two days?"

"He's not dead yet!" Mei Yu's voice was strong, tinged with impatience. "Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say!"

Yue Guangzhi grinned, thinking to himself that his mother was getting more and more rude and fierce!

"No, Mom, didn't you want the property certificate? I've already got it done." Yue Guangzhi said with a fawning smile. "When can we pick it up?"

"Are you out of your mind or deaf?" Mei Yusheng sneered without any politeness. "I'm not a broken record, and I don't want to repeat myself over and over again. If I don't have the property certificate and the money by midnight tonight, you'll have to bear the consequences!"

The call ended, and Yue Guangzhi's face darkened. He looked at Yue Jiangting nervously and asked, "Dad, Mom is really angry. What should we do?"

Yue Guangzhi had just put the phone on speakerphone, and Yue Jiangting heard it all clearly. He clenched his fists so tightly that he wished he could pass through the phone and punch Mei Yusheng's arrogant face.

He took a few deep breaths and said coldly, "Go home and eat first. I want to see how long she can hide. If she really dares to hand over the account books and ruin this family, I'll admire her courage!"

Yue Guangzhi followed closely behind his father as they came out of the office, took the elevator downstairs, walked out of the building, and got into the car. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.

“Dad, I think it’s best not to anger Mom.” He said tentatively, glancing cautiously at Yue Jiangting’s expression as he drove. “Women are so muddle-headed and irrational. When they get angry, they don’t care about anything, and they only focus on immediate gains, not the consequences. What if…”

Yue Jiangting's gloomy face turned even darker, and a sudden surge of panic shattered his composure, causing his hands to tremble almost imperceptibly.

"Dad, let me call Mom again and try to calm her down first." Yue Guangzhi's eyes flashed with a pleading look.

"Hmm." Yue Jiangting reluctantly agreed, a sense of defeat he hadn't felt in decades suddenly washing over him, making him furious and embarrassed.

"Mei Yusheng, don't let me catch you! Otherwise..." he thought through gritted teeth.

Upon entering the house, Yue Jiangting was stunned. His elderly mother, Xu Yanping, had a new hairstyle, wearing two braids just like Han Caiyu!

The father and son stared wide-eyed at the old woman, speechless with shock for a long time.

Shen Yingying, holding Xuanxuan, gave Yue Guangzhi an awkward look.

"Mom!" Yue Jiangting cried out in alarm, rushing to Xu Yanping and staring at her strange hairstyle. "Who dressed you up like this?"

He completely lost his composure, instantly losing the calm demeanor of a CEO or boss who could remain unmoved even under immense pressure, and stared at his elderly mother as if she were a ghost.

"Jiang Ting, Xiao Zhi, you're back!" Xu Yanping's face, covered in foundation, contrasted sharply with her yellowish-black neck, like two lumps of clay from different places that had been forcibly kneaded together.

Yue Guangzhi swallowed hard, his voice hoarse: "Grandma, what happened?"

"Look, don't I look twenty years younger?" Xu Yanping proudly shook her two braids.

Xuanxuan reached out his hands for his grandma, so Shen Yingying had no choice but to pick him up and bring him over. Unexpectedly, Xuanxuan grabbed his grandma's braid with both of his little hands and pulled hard.

Her braid, along with the top of it, which resembled a hat, was pulled off, revealing Xu Yanping's original sparse hair with her scalp showing.

"Ah, you little rascal!" Xu Yanping exclaimed, covering her head and turning to glare angrily at Xuanxuan. "You dare pull Great-Grandma's hair? I'll spank you!"

Xuanxuan was stunned, clutching his hair with both hands. Hearing his great-grandmother's scolding, he burst into tears.

Shen Yingying hurriedly pulled the wig out of his hand, not knowing where to put it, so she threw it on the coffee table and ran away with Xuanxuan in her arms.

Yue Jiangting rubbed his throbbing temples with his fingers and closed his eyes.

"Mom! What are you doing?" he said angrily, his eyes reddening. "How come you're becoming more and more insensible and disrespectful as you get older?"

"What? You dare say your mother is disrespectful to her elders?" Xu Yanping pouted her dry lips in grievance, her cloudy eyes glancing at the wig on the coffee table. She reached out to take it, wanting to put it back on her head.

Just as she picked up the wig, Yue Jiangting snatched it away and threw it forcefully. The wig traced an arc in the air before landing in the corner near the entrance.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" Yue Jiangting was practically insane with anger, his finger trembling as he pointed at Xu Yanping. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you wearing such a strange thing? Who gave it to you?"

Xu Yanping panicked when she saw her son so angry for the first time. Her lips trembled as she stammered, "I... I thought Caiyu looked good with her braids, so..."

"Caiyu? How old is she? How old are you?" Yue Jiangting felt his blood pressure soaring. "You've dressed yourself up like an old hag, don't you know that?!"

Yue Guangzhi's face darkened, and he stared at his grandmother in horror. He felt that his grandmother's mental state had been somewhat abnormal lately.

When did it start?

Yes, after Han Caiyu came to our house!