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

Does one have to be like Zhang Wenying, constantly giving in order to achieve family harmony and peace at home?

But on what grounds?

The children have all grown up and have their own lives. Should parents still be like old oxen, pulling the plow and tilling the fields for them for the rest of their lives?

The more Li Jianguo thought about it, the more disheartened he felt.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the image of his wife, Zhang Wenying, bustling about appeared in his mind.

She always did this, managing the household from morning till night, yet I never heard her complain once.

She always says that harmony in the family brings prosperity, and as long as her children are doing well, all her hardships and exhaustion are worthwhile.

But now that she's gone, the family is falling apart.

Li Wenjun stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

They shouldn't have come back to invite bad luck.

That selfish brother of mine only knows how to leech off others and never thinks about how to give back.

He's really spoiled.

Just as I was about to go home to my family's apartment building, I saw my mother coming from the street in the distance, her tricycle loaded with vegetables and rice noodles.

"Mother······"

Li Wenjun suggested that he should shout at the top of his lungs.

Li Wenjun panicked and rushed after her, grabbing the handlebars: "Mom, why aren't you talking to me?"

Zhang Wenying turned her head and looked coldly at this son of a bitch.

Li Wenjun thought of his father lying in bed groaning and said with some dissatisfaction, "Mom, how can you be so heartless?"

How could you hit my dad?

He's now bedridden because of you, unable to even go to work, and you, on the other hand, still have the nerve to ride around in a tricycle..."

"Smack!"

A resounding slap landed on Li Wenjun's face, leaving him stunned.

Zhang Wenying withdrew her hand, her gaze sharp as a knife: "I hit your father? So what if I hit your father? Hitting him is the least of my worries!"

Ask your dad what he was saying with that old mouth of his.

Li Wenjun covered his cheek, looking at his calm mother with disbelief.

"Mom...you hit me again..."

This is a bustling street!

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how naughty he was, his mother would at most scold him a couple of times, but never laid a hand on him.

But ever since that day when she had a disagreement with Pan Wenfang, her mother has become a different person, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

Li Wenjun felt wronged and scared, and his eyes turned red.

Seeing his state, Zhang Wenying slapped him again.

"Li Wenjun, you are your father's son, don't come looking for me again."

From now on, I will no longer concern myself with your affairs.

You can stop calling me Mom, and I can disown you as my son.

Li Wenjun was completely stunned. His mother had never said such resolute words before.

"Mom, why are you doing this?"

Dad is still your husband, no matter what. You've been married for decades. Why can't you talk things out instead of resorting to violence?

"Also, if you're going to be so heartless, then give me back my five hundred yuan. When you're old, I don't want to take care of you anymore. Don't regret it!"

Li Wenjun was heartbroken.

Why can't mothers be a little kinder?

Zhang Wenying sneered, pulled out a wad of crumpled banknotes from her pocket, counted out five hundred yuan, and slapped it hard on Li Wenjun's chest: "Take your money and get the hell out of here!"

"From the day I divorced your father, I no longer had those three ungrateful sons."

Li Wenjun clutched the five hundred yuan, his fingertips turning white, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Your dad immediately accused me of having an affair, cheating on my wife, and even slandered me, saying that I divorced because I had an affair with another man."

If others believe the slander and say that I am an unfaithful woman, what will become of my reputation, Zhang Wenying?

If others actually believed that I, Zhang Wenying, was a woman who abandoned her husband and children for her lover, where would I put my old face?

How much filth has your dad shoved at me over the years? I've endured it for half my life, but I'm not going to anymore.

If it weren't for my daughter's future, I would definitely send him in to experience the bitterness of prison.

Even if your dad says I'm completely worthless, in your eyes, I'm still that wicked woman, right?

However, this is not surprising.

After all, you only have eyes for your father. In your eyes, I, the one who carried you for ten months and gave birth to you, should just be a servant in the house, and you won't allow me to stand up for myself.

Go back and tell him not to come to me again and make a fool of himself.

"If it weren't for Xiaomei, I would have sued him for defamation and sexual harassment and sent him to jail too."

She and Li Jianguo are already divorced, but he still comes to harass her every few days. What is this if not sexual harassment?

The country has always had very strict political vetting procedures.

If Li Jianguo jeopardizes my daughter's future, then it will be a loss for me.

After all, blood ties cannot be severed.

No one can change the fact that Li Jianguo is the father of several children.

The leaves on the trees along the street were swirled by the wind, ruffling Li Wenjun's hair. He watched his mother's figure disappear into the distance on her tricycle, and a tightness gripped his heart.

That figure was thin, yet stood ramrod straight, like a flagpole planted in the ground, refusing to bend no matter how the wind and rain blew.

"Mom, you'll regret this!"

"The family housing and this five hundred yuan were earned with my life. I don't owe you anything..."

Li Wenjun's voice was torn apart by the wind and scattered at the bustling street corner.

He stood there, clutching the five hundred yuan, watching his mother's tricycle turn the corner and disappear from sight.

He looked down at the few crumpled banknotes in his hand and suddenly felt they were burning hot, like charcoal just pulled from a fire.

What is Mom doing?!

Dad and she have been husband and wife for decades. They say that even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. How can she just turn her back on him like that?

Even if Dad did something wrong, wouldn't it be better to just find out the truth? Why did it have to come to this?

He even beat his father in public. How can he face people like that?

Li Wenjun grew angrier and more aggrieved the more he thought about it, and kicked a pebble away from his feet.

The pebble rolled a long way before finally coming to a stop against the curb...

A major incident occurred in Wenshu Lane: Old Li's eldest son went missing.

A major incident occurred in the old house area: "Oh dear, it's terrible! Old Li's eldest son has gone missing!"

"What?

What happened?

"How could Boss Li, who's already in his early thirties, have disappeared?"

"Yeah, I saw him talking to Widow Zhang across the street just the day before yesterday. How could he just disappear like that?"

"Who knows? I heard he had a fight with his wife and disappeared the next day."

"That can't be that bad. How much hatred could there be between a father and wife?"

They've been married for over ten years, and now she just leaves without even saying goodbye?

Who knows?

The Li family is in complete chaos right now.

The news of Boss Li's disappearance spread like wildfire, reaching half of the city in less than half a day.

As Zhang Wenying closed the door and went home, she encountered Li Laoda's wife, Zhang Ju, who was wiping away tears as she walked home.