Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

After closing the shop that night, Zhang Wenying went home and gave Li Jianguo a good beating.

"You shameless old man!"

All they ever do is scheming for money.

"If you like money so much, find a way to earn it, go ahead and make it! Why should you sacrifice my daughter's happiness to satisfy your vanity?"

Li Jianguo was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands, still muttering indignantly, "I was just doing this for Xiaojuan's own good. Boss Zhang is rich, and she won't have to worry about food and clothing after marrying him. Isn't that better than her messing around outside?"

Why don't you go and find out what other people are saying about you?

"Your mother's divorced, your daughter's divorced, not a single decent man in your family—you're a disgrace! Who knows where your money came from!"

"Pah!"

People who gossip are incompetent themselves, but they can't stand seeing others doing well.

I, Zhang Wenying, have an upright and honest life, and I'm not afraid of what people say. Xiaojuan is also an honest and upright person, and works diligently. If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I'll tear their mouth apart!

"Go ahead and tear it if you dare!"

How many people in this area don't say that about you?

Can you shut one person up, or shut everyone up?

"What kind of good reputation can a woman have, constantly showing her face in public and entertaining guests?"

"Reputation? Can reputation feed you, or can it be used as money?"

Zhang Wenying sneered, stood with her hands on her hips in the alley, and said in a loud voice that could be heard throughout the entire alley: "My reputation, Zhang Wenying's reputation, is earned by myself, not bestowed by any man!"

My daughter and I earn our living through our own abilities and support our family with our own hands. We don't steal or rob, and we're not shameful!

Anyone who dares to gossip behind my back again, I curse them to have sores on their tongue and their whole family to have rotten mouths!

"You shrew, look how capable you are."

"A woman doesn't need a man, do you think you can turn the world upside down?"

Zhang Wenying kicked Li Jianguo in the knee, causing him to immediately squat down in pain: "What's wrong with Fantian?"

It's good that things have turned upside down. Only when things have turned upside down can you old patriarchal types see clearly that we women can live beautifully without relying on men!

Saying we have a bad reputation? I think it's just that you sour grapes can't stand seeing my daughter and me doing better than you. You're all incompetent and all you do is talk behind people's backs!

Li Jianguo hissed in pain, and seeing Zhang Wenying's agitated state, he dared not utter another harsh word. He could only clutch his knee, shrink into the corner, and mutter under his breath.

"Li Jianguo, let me tell you."

My daughter's marriage is something I, as her mother, will have to worry about.

"If you dare to try and play matchmaker in front of my daughter again, I'll castrate you, you old bastard!"

Li Jianguo was so frightened that he clamped his legs together and dared not utter another sound.

That old shrew is getting fiercer and fiercer; she's practically a tigress.

It seems that Boss Zhang's business is going to fail.

The next morning, gossip spread through the streets, with all sorts of unpleasant things being said. Many people gathered at the alley entrance, pointing and whispering, saying that Zhang Wenying and her daughter were just restless, choosing to show their faces in public instead of getting married again, and that they were probably making money through some shady means.

As soon as these words reached Zhang Wenying's ears, she grabbed a kitchen knife, went out the door, stood at the alley entrance, and slashed the wall with the knife, causing a piece of plaster to fall off: "Who was farting here just now? If you have the guts, stand up and say it!"

I, Zhang Wenying, run this shop and sell goods with every penny earned through hard work. I treat everyone honestly, young and old. If anyone dares to say a bad word about me, I'll cut off my head today and let you kick it around like a football!

If you can't say it, then whoever farted has to lick their own ass. If they dare to talk nonsense again, I'll cut off their filthy tongue and feed it to the dogs!

The group of people who had been chattering just moments before fell silent instantly. They all lowered their heads and hurriedly left, and no one dared to utter a single word of gossip in front of them.

Zhang Wenying picked up the knife, clapped her hands, and went back to her shop, continuing her business and welcoming customers as usual, completely unaffected.

Li Wenjun was angry for seven or eight days, but in the end he still shamelessly came to Zhang Wenying, voluntarily paid twenty yuan for living expenses, and came to his mother's house for lunch and dinner.

He came to terms with it; since his mother genuinely disliked Pan Wenfang, he decided to let it go.

Just when Li Wenjun had almost forgotten about Pan Wenfang, Pan Wenfang came to him on her own.

"Zhang Wenying, I brought five hundred yuan."

Give me back that IOU.

Today, Pan Wenfang was dressed in a dazzling array of jewelry, wearing a brand-new silk cheongsam, a jade bracelet on her wrist, a pair of gold earrings on her earlobes, and a pair of brand-new black leather shoes. She looked much more extravagant than when we last met.

Behind her, a black Santana sedan was parked on the side of the road. Inside sat a middle-aged man in his fifties, bald, with a fleshy face, smoking a cigarette, and impatiently honking the horn twice.

Pan Wenfang turned back and gave the car a forced smile, then turned back again, her chin held high.

"Five hundred dollars, not a penny less, you can count it." She took out a wad of banknotes from her small purse and slapped it on the counter.

"Zhang Wenying, you think you can control me with an IOU? You're underestimating me."

I, Pan Wenfang, have never taken your poor son seriously.

To tell you the truth, the person I'm talking to now is Boss Zhao, who owns a building materials factory in the county. This 500 yuan is just a drop in the ocean for him.

My parents' side, Boss Zhao also sent them to work in the south.

That's my younger brother. After he came out of there, Boss Zhao arranged something for him to do.

Zhang Wenying, you almost caused my family to be ruined back then. I, Pan Wenfang, will remember this debt!

Zhang Wenying remained expressionless, picked up the stack of banknotes, counted them one by one to confirm the amount was correct, then took out the IOU from the drawer and pushed it onto the counter: "Here's the IOU, the money and goods are settled."

Whether you keep accounts or not is your business. I, Zhang Wenying, have an upright character and am not afraid of anyone holding a grudge.

but·······"

Zhang Wenying changed the subject, her gaze falling on the Santana behind Pan Wenfang, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Pan Wenfang, being a mistress is not something to be proud of."

Your boss, Mr. Zhao, has a wife and children at home. In his eyes, you're just a novel plaything.

Once the novelty wears off, you might not even be able to come up with that five hundred yuan anymore.

"Then, who will you turn to for help?"

Pan Wenfang's face paled, her fingers gripping the strap of her small handbag tightly, but she forced a cold laugh: "Is it any of your business?"

Boss Zhao has agreed to let me divorce my wife, who looks old and haggard. Once the formalities are completed, I will be Mrs. Zhao in the right.

Then, let's see who dares to laugh at me!

Zhang Wenying shook her head.

This world is in such a mess because of these shameless mistresses.

There are so many men in the world, yet some women, for the sake of money, insist on stealing other women's husbands and feel justified in believing they are not wrong.