Song Qing never expected that there would really be a day when Fang Bingwen became successful and famous. She followed the address and found her way to his door.

It’s not entirely her fault for being so shameless, she truly wasn’t doing well now. Ever since being embarrassingly kicked out, she drifted between two other men. This time she was smart enough not to choose someone with a family, but it still didn’t turn out well.

Each man claimed they loved her, but even those who were wealthy were reluctant to buy her a car or a house. Sometimes when she wanted to buy a bag or some cosmetics, she had to beg for a long time. She lived in the best luxury mansions, but life wasn’t as good as when she was with Fang Bingwen.

At least when she was with Fang Bingwen, she didn’t have to care about others’ moods, nor did she have to try her best to please anyone.

After leaving, she realized not all men were as foolish as Fang Bingwen. What they wanted was just her beauty and body, they never considered marrying her, thus they were guarded from the start.

Once they were bored, once they found someone better, what awaited her was getting kicked out.

Song Qing had thought about finding a job, but she couldn’t handle well-paid ones, and looked down on ordinary ones. Through her twists and turns, apart from some jewelry, bags, clothes, and cosmetics, the money in her card wasn’t even enough to cover a month’s hotel stay.

So when she saw the news of Fang Bingwen winning an award online, she was stunned, as if she had hit the jackpot. She didn’t know whom she had asked or how she got past the security, but at this very moment, she was standing outside Fang Bingwen’s villa with her suitcase.

Upon seeing her, Fang Bingwen immediately frowned, speaking in a cold tone, "What are you here for?"

Today, Song Qing was dressed beautifully, wearing a white cotton dress that Fang Bingwen once loved, with white sneakers, her long black hair flowing and her delicate bangs gently swaying in the breeze. She had maintained herself well over the years, reminiscent of when they first met.

Her eyes were filled with Emotion, with a pitiful hint, "Bingwen, I’m back."

"If you have something to say, just say it directly." Fang Bingwen’s eyes were cold, his words icy.

"Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit?" She looked at him expectantly. Seeing him unmoved, she simply dragged her suitcase inside.

Fang Bingwen blocked her, "It’s inconvenient. If you have something to say, say it here."

Song Qing bit her lip, her lips so vivid they almost bled, "Has Ye Qiu returned?"

"It’s none of your business."

Song Qing suddenly smiled, "So she hasn’t. Since there’s no one at home, I’ll wait for Xiao Xu inside. I miss him."

"Stop right there!" But Fang Bingwen’s shout was in vain, he was even worried that raising his voice would make Ye Qiu see and misunderstand.

Yet Song Qing seemed oblivious to his resistance, entering the house and even wearing the slippers Fang Bingwen had prepared for Ye Qiu, saying with a moved expression, "I knew you still care about me, they’re just the right size."

Fang Bingwen looked at the slippers on her feet, his face instantly darkened, he said in a deep voice, "Take them off."

Song Qing was taken aback, "What?"

"I said take off the shoes, they aren’t meant for you." He forced down his anger as he spoke.

Song Qing was aggrieved, "But I’ve already worn them, and they look new with no other women around. I’ve worn them already, and you want me to take them off for another woman to wear? Who? Ye Qiu? Are you sure she won’t mind?"

Fang Bingwen really couldn’t bear to let Ye Qiu use something Song Qing had used. His inner rage deepened, yet there was no outlet for it, his gaze at Song Qing grew more impatient.

Song Qing, however, seemed oblivious, mainly because Fang Bingwen treated her so well before that she was unafraid of the change in attitude. Also, over the years, drifting from place to place, she had seen enough of other men’s faces, what was Fang Bingwen to her in comparison?

Now that he was successful and famous, it might be her best chance to return to a wealthy life, she couldn’t let it slip away.

Song Qing sighed in her heart. She knew she had abandoned Fang Bingwen twice, making it difficult to return to him, but it didn’t matter, she had a son, right? No one could stop her from seeing her son, could they?

Time would tell everything. She would apologize to Fang Bingwen for her mistakes, try to be good to both father and son, do her best to make up for what she missed by leaving, and strive to be a good wife and mother.

Just like Ye Qiu did back then, didn’t she earn Fang Bingwen’s acknowledgment and heart through her efforts?

She was the one Fang Bingwen truly loved, winning back his heart would surely be easier than it was for Ye Qiu back then, and the child needed a normal, complete home. Fang Bingwen, who always loved their son the most, wouldn’t want Xiao Xu to be sad and disappointed, would he?

However, she wasn’t aware that her son Fang Xu had grown up and already knew her true nature, no longer the naive child who only wanted his Mom.

Moreover, Fang Bingwen, having been betrayed multiple times, wasn’t a fool to accept her again, risking others’ ridicule once more.

So actually, Song Qing’s confidence was misplaced, she truly had no chance.

But she was already at a dead end, holding onto what she thought was her last hope, would she easily let go? Therefore, Fang Bingwen’s days ahead might be very troubled.

When Fang Xu received the call from his biological father saying his mother was there to see him, Fang Xu fell silent, his mood heavily suppressed.

He returned home with a serious expression, identical to Fang Bingwen’s, looking at Song Qing with a complicated expression.

But Song Qing was very enthusiastic, helping him take off his backpack, asking about everything, "Xiao Xu has grown so tall? It’s Mom’s fault for not visiting you, you’ve grown into a big kid now. Are you hungry? How about Mom makes you a meal?"

"Can you?" Fang Xu calmly questioned back.

Song Qing didn’t feel awkward at all, remained very enthusiastic, "Mom specifically learned a few dishes you and your Dad love over the past two years. Just wait, they’ll be ready soon."

"I’m not hungry."

Song Qing either didn’t notice or purposely ignored the rejection in Fang Xu’s tone, affectionately touching his head, "Mom should make a meal for you and your Dad, don’t be shy, go watch some TV, or do your homework first."

"I said I’m not hungry, you don’t need to cook, the maid will make the meal."

Hearing this, Song Qing laughed, feeling moved, "So you don’t want Mom to be tired, what a considerate child. Your Dad raised you well, that’s why I felt at ease leaving back then."

Seeing her behave this way, Fang Bingwen felt utterly disgusted. He never knew Song Qing could lie so brazenly.