Chapter 347... There's no going back

Aunt Song felt a pain in her heart as she looked at her son's despair.

She didn't know whether she was disappointed or angry at the son she had raised, who kept saying, "I've admitted my mistakes, you should forgive me and let me go home."

"Youwei, if...if I was the one who brought you and was betrayed by your father without hesitation, should your mother forgive me if your father said he was wrong?"

Song Youwei's expression froze and he looked at Aunt Song.

"...It's Yanhong, she won't forgive me? I really know I was wrong..."

"So what if you know you're wrong?"

Aunt Song was sure she was angry, "Does it mean that if you know you're wrong and say you're sorry, then others must forgive you? If they don't forgive you, then you're unforgivable?! What's your basis?!"

"Because you betrayed me and abandoned your wife and son for a singer?"

"Because you didn't care about your own mother in order to seize the family business and didn't want your son to have her, and pushed your wife, who had worked hard with you from poverty to become worth tens of millions, to the forefront, making her a laughing stock in the whole city?"

"Or is it because you were deceived by the singing girl and you haven't really repented, but it's easier to go from frugality to luxury than from luxury to frugality, and you can't live in poverty anymore, so you go to your ex-wife's house and want to force her to bow her head through moral kidnapping?!"

Aunt Song looked at him coldly, her chest heaving with anger and her breathing rapid.

"Song Youwei, although your father is a son-in-law, he is upright and daring. I, Song Qingzhi, am a famous tiger lady in the village. We are honest people, but we have never taught you to go against your conscience and harm the people around you!! We have never taught you to be ruthless!"

She spoke quickly and anxiously, and she couldn't catch her breath. Her eyes went black and her body staggered.

"Mom!"

Song Youwei stepped forward to support her, "I really..."

"Enough."

Auntie Song waved her hand, "Your explanation is just a cover-up, I don't want to listen."

"Mom..." "

It's up to you to decide whether to go back to Shanhe Village. I want to live a few more years and take care of Chengran's children. In the future... don't show up in front of me, don't come here again, if... you still think I'm your real mother."

Auntie Song pushed him away, turned back to the yard, and closed the gate with her eyes down.

Song Youwei held the key, looking at the door blankly, standing there for a long time, and then staggering away.

From behind, he looked lonely and wolfish.

...

"Mom, grandma drove him away."

Song Chengran came down from the top of the building, knocked on Jiang Yanhong's door, and leaned his head to whisper.

Jiang Yanhong nodded indifferently.

Song Chengran looked at her worriedly, "Mom, you..."

"I'm fine."

Jiang Yanhong smiled at her son soothingly, "Go and do your own thing. You've been in Beijing for so long, don't delay your studies."

Song Chengran was not good at expressing his emotions.

But he could see that his mother's smile did not reach her eyes. She smiled at him because she didn't want to make him worry.

He responded obediently, and when he closed the door, he said with red eyes, "Mom, from the moment he disowned me, he is no longer my dad. From now on, I only have mom and grandma."

After that, she closed the door and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Jiang Yanhong's smile faded.

She really let it go.

It was true that she liked him before. It was

also true that she wanted to grow old with Song Youwei.

She never thought that he would cheat on her during marriage and fall in love with a singer who could be his concubine!

I didn't expect that for that woman, he would not only divorce her, but also want her to leave the house with their son!

At that moment, the love between husband and wife for twenty years was ridiculous.

Now, he was cheated of all his wealth and blocked at the door. He wanted to enter her house just by saying sorry?

What about the humiliation she suffered?

What about the feelings she had wasted all these years? !

So.

Song Youwei was sent back to his original position and would never be used again.

It was just a pity for her son...

He did nothing wrong, but his good home was gone overnight.

Jiang Yanhong exhaled deeply, closed her eyes and leaned on the bed, feeling tired in her heart and body, exhausted in every way, extremely tired...

...

Song Youwei became a bank's idiot, and the bank tried to ask Jiang Yanhong to get back the 3 million that Niu Jiaojiao had borrowed.

Jiang Yanhong called the police and got him out.

The bank approached Song Youwei again, asking him to either pay back the money, find Niu Jiaojiao to recover the loan, or arrest him.

I don't know what Song Youwei said to the bank.

The bank actually promised to give him a year, and if he couldn't pay it back within a year, they would arrest him.

Song Youwei searched for the things that were not taken away, and the reason why these things were not taken away was actually very funny.

It was because Niu Jiaojiao didn't understand that these things were valuable.

Song Youwei pawned all his foreign handmade watches, various gemstone cuffs, Italian handmade suits, leather shoes, hats, etc.

He even got a small amount of money.

He used the money to buy a mobile hot pot stall, and at night he would set up a stall on the streets of crowded squares and do his old business.

The lucky regular customers looked down on him.

They mocked him, "Hey, Boss Song, why do you have time to set up such a shabby stall when you are not at home with your beloved wife?"

"Such a big boss, condescending to you, tut tut..."

"I heard that you were cheated out of nearly 10 million, you really... deserve it!"

"Hahaha, you crooked bastard!"

Amidst the laughter, Song Youwei's face turned pale and blue, and he almost gave up and left.

But he couldn't. If he

left, he would really have no chance to turn things around.

From Shanhe Village to the town, and then to the provincial capital, he climbed up step by step for more than ten years before he had a fortune of tens of millions.

His heart was raised, how could he be willing to go back?

... He could not go back.

Just like him and Jiang Yanhong mother and son.

Song Youwei knew it very well in his heart.

He forced himself to squeeze out a smile. When he was in the town, he could do a good job in the noodle stall business, and now he can still do a good job in the malatang business.

"Give each of you a bowl, eat and talk?"

Several people were almost choked by his sudden words.

Staring at him up and down, he said, "You are sick."

and left.

Song Youwei felt a little sorry. There were seven or eight people in this group, all of them were big guys who ate a lot. If they ordered anything, they would have to order at least ten skewers. One skewers cost three cents, ten skewers cost three yuan, and eight people cost twenty-four yuan...

It was such a pity.

He set it up for a week and felt that he could handle it, so he added hand-rolled noodles and stuffed noodles, and one or two small dishes. Although it was not as good as the daily income of over ten thousand before, at least he had some money.

When Song Chengran returned to the villa on weekends and the family reunited, Song Youwei would come to deliver food, but he would not stay for dinner. He would put down the food, take a look and leave.

Jiang Yanhong was impatient to see him, so she simply did not come back on weekends.

Song Chengran did not come back either.

Auntie Song asked Song Youwei to stop bothering people. Song Youwei said, "Mom, I know they can't forgive me in one day. Let them see my actions. I am still the same me as before..."

Auntie Song didn't believe this.

But Jiang Yanhong's mother believed it.

But Jiang Yanhong's second sister, Jiang Luhe, believed it even more.

Not only did she believe it, she also brought her husband and three sons, surrounded Song Youwei, sent him to the villa, called Jiang Yanhong back, and gave her a lecture.