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

As he passed under the corridor, Li Jianguo looked at the snakeskin bag, rummaged through it, pulled out a packet of peach shortbread, two new clothes, and then casually took out a few crumpled banknotes, stuffing them into his pocket.

Clutching his spoils, Li Jianguo, under the cover of night, crawled out through a dog hole like a stray dog ​​that had successfully stolen food.

He had barely poked his head out when a hail of sticks rained down on him.

Li Jianguo was trembling with fear and dared not cry out. He could only grit his teeth and bear it, covering his head with his hands, and crawled out of the dog hole with all his might.

Before he could even regain his footing, another blow struck his back, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

He turned around and saw a small figure in the moonlight with a fierce look in his eyes, holding a wooden stick in his hand, glaring at him angrily.

Li Jianguo was startled, his eyes filled with horror.

Isn't this my own son?

Why did he hit himself?

He's his own father!

But at this moment, he dared not ask any more questions, nor did he dare linger. He could only scramble to his feet, clutching the spot where he had been hit, and run back without looking back.

Behind him came his son's childish yet hateful voice: "Get out! Don't ever come back!"

Li Jianguo stumbled and almost fell flat on his face again.

He dared not look back, nor dared to stop, he just ran desperately until the sound gradually disappeared into the night wind.

Li Jianguo was panting heavily, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if something was blocking it.

Did he see what happened between him and Ma Hongping?

But why did he beat himself up?

It's clearly Ma Dabao's fault for not being able to have children, so why blame him?

He's just lending someone his sperm.

Ma Mingjun stared intently at the direction Li Jianguo had left, until the disheveled figure completely disappeared into the night, before slowly putting down the wooden stick in his hand.

He had just closed his eyes when he was awakened by the noise from next door.

He didn't want to pay attention, but the sound grew louder and louder, mixed with his mother's suppressed breathing and another man's low growl.

He cursed under his breath for being shameless and then tried to go back to sleep.

But then, someone knocked on the gate of the house.

At this time, he thought his father should be back.

So he quietly slipped out.

He had wanted to teach Li Jianguo a lesson for a long time, but he was afraid that if people found out, his mother would be gossiped about, so he had been holding back.

But tonight, he simply couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't swallow his anger without giving Li Jianguo a good beating.

When I got home, I saw that the light in the main room was still on.

Dad was already asleep, and Mom was greedily counting the money.

Ma Dabao earned a total of 1,200 yuan from this trip.

Li Jianguo took two hundred, but there's still a thousand left.

Besides money, Ma Dabao also brought back a radio, several fashionable clothes, a Shanghai watch, and several bags of candies and snacks that were only available in the city.

Ma Hongping counted them over and over again, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

She carefully hid the money under her pillow, then swayed her hips as she went to the kitchen to wash herself properly.

Ma Mingjun stood in the courtyard, the moonlight stretching his shadow long and thin.

He walked to the kitchen doorway and said in a low voice, "Mom, don't go too far!"

His father works very hard.

The water ladle in Ma Hongping's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." She turned around abruptly, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

"You...you child, what nonsense are you spouting in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Ma Hongping's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes darted away.

Did the child see something?

"If it's not something that no one knows about, then don't do it in the first place."

Ma Mingjun's voice was soft, yet it was like a knife piercing Ma Hongping's heart.

He stared into his mother's panicked eyes and said, word by word, "I know everything you've done."

I will not let Li Jianguo get away with this.

You'd better keep it under control and don't let my dad know.

Ma Hongping's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Ma Mingjun felt a pang of sorrow as he recalled his father's dark face and full head of white hair.

At the same time, a surge of hatred welled up in his heart—hatred for his mother's indiscretion, hatred for Li Jianguo's shamelessness, and even more hatred for his own powerlessness.

He turned and went back to his room, lay down on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

In the darkness, he clenched his fists, swallowing all his hatred and humiliation.

He vowed that one day he would make Li Jianguo pay the price, and restore the dignity that a father should have to his family...

Zhang Wenying was pedaling the tricycle, with Li Xiaojuan pushing it from behind. The two of them were passing by the old house when they heard Old Lady Huang's cursing voice, which sounded like a broken bellows.

Speaking of this old lady Huang, Zhang Wenying gets a headache.

This old lady was notoriously difficult to deal with in the neighborhood. She was gossipy and mean-spirited, and she could embellish any news about anyone and spread it throughout the entire alley.

Although Wang Dalaba is a gossip, their relationship is alright. After all, although Wang Dalaba loves to spread rumors, he never throws dirty water on her.

But Old Lady Huang was different; her mouth could talk a living person to death and bring a dead person back to life.

When she got divorced, this old lady Huang said a lot of bad things about her.

What's wrong with me today?

Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning?

Zhang Wenying frowned and slowed her pace.

Old Mrs. Huang's curses grew clearer and clearer: "You shameless spendthrift woman! You adulterer!"

Your man just went to the other side, he didn't die, why are you in such a hurry to find another one?

Bah! You've utterly disgraced the Huang family!

When my son comes back, I'll make sure he beats you to death!

Zhang Wenying frowned as she listened.

After Huang's son went to the other side, he never came back.

But she knew that Huang's son had already remarried on the other side of the strait and would never come back.

Even if he did come back, it would be more than ten years later.

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Huang family is named Wang Guilan. She is sixty-one years old this year and is an honest and dutiful woman.

Her husband never returned, and she has never remarried all these years. She supports herself and her daughter with her own salary, living a simple life, but never arguing with anyone.

Old Mrs. Huang has three sons, but she insists on staying at her eldest son's house and refusing to leave. Wang Guilan is responsible for all her food and lodging, and Wang Guilan scolds her at the drop of a hat.

Wang Guilan has always kept to her proper place and has never overstepped any boundaries.

Old Mrs. Huang's slander against her is truly outrageous.

Zhang Wenying asked her daughter to deliver the meat to the shop, while she herself peered over the wall into the courtyard.

Old Mrs. Huang stood in the middle of the yard with her hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke. Wang Guilan kept her head down, tidying up the vegetable garden in the yard, and remained silent, letting Old Mrs. Huang scold her.

Zhang Wenying couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "Aunt Huang, who are you cursing so early in the morning?"