The Mid-Levels villa is actually very close to their old house. The Mid-Levels area is like a clear dividing line. Going towards Queen's Road is the rich area, and going towards Sham Shui Po is the poor area.

Her old house is located closest to the boundary between the two districts and is also the most remote place. Because it is close to the bay, there are typhoons every year, so many people have moved to places closer to the inside.

In this part of Hong Kong, the housing prices in the middle area are considered sky-high, but not outrageously so. If we talk about sky-high prices, it is the villa areas near Victoria Harbour and Queen's Road.

The difference is that one is a pigeon cage cardboard house, and the other is a luxury villa of several hundred square meters. One rolls around twice, and the other one takes half a day or a whole day to finish rolling.

She used to sit on the roof of the old house with her son-in-law to watch the flashing neon lights in the wealthy area at night. At that time, she swore like a fool that she would move her whole family to a villa halfway up the mountain, one for each person, and also buy one for the family dog.

I can't help laughing when I think about it now.

She thought she would have to struggle for decades and was prepared to endure hardships. But she never expected that one day, she would be living in a villa halfway up the mountain with her son-in-law while she was out buying groceries.

When Fang Zongtang thought of this, he felt depressed and uncomfortable.

It was like she had always been the eldest child in the family who had the final say, but one day she was rescued by the silent and bullied second child.

Song Yi saw Fang Zongtang's depressed look in the rearview mirror, tightened the bag in his arms, and asked, "What do you want to eat? Chinese or Western food?"

Fang Zongtao turned her eyes to Song Yi. She wanted to get to the bottom of the ten-year problem.

Before she could figure it out, she wanted to investigate one thing.

"Why did you change your name? Do you think your original name is not nice?" Fang Zongtao asked in a sharp tone, crossing his legs and clasping his hands.

Song Yi had already explained it in his mind: "I want to remind myself that I must persist in looking for you. Song Jian, Song Chi, Song Li, they are different."

Fang Zongtang didn't believe it: "You just think the name my great grandfather gave you is ugly."

Song Yi scratched his fingers, his eyes fell on the bag, and explained in an orderly manner: "No, my ID card still says Song Duozi."

When she and her great grandfather picked it up, the pomegranate was full of seeds. It was not yet the season for pomegranates to turn red, but she picked one and ate it, saying it had too many seeds.

The great grandfather was very happy when he heard her say that. After he confirmed to adopt him, he named him Duozi. Pomegranates with many seeds mean many children and good fortune, which is a good omen!

I guess my great grandfather had intended to make him his son-in-law at that time.

Fang Zongtang didn't believe it. This man looked honest, but was actually a mean guy.

It was estimated that her great-grandfather would only be fooled like this once in his life, so why did she still think that he was loyal and honest and could be trusted?

Fang Zongtang was about to speak when her temples began to throb again. She quickly closed her eyes and covered her temples.

"What's the matter?" Song Yi's tone became nervous.

The pain came so fast and so hard that she just wanted to grit her teeth and wait for it to pass.

Song Yi was anxious and shouted to the driver without any image: "Go to the hospital, go to the hospital quickly."

By the time she arrived at the hospital, she didn't know when she had stabbed Song Yi in the heart.

I broke out in a cold sweat, but the pain was gone.

Song Yi brought Fang Zongtang to a private hospital where there were not many people. The whole set of examinations took less than an hour.