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

Some of the guests, seeing all this, began to advise Zhang Wenying.

"Oh, Wenying, you probably don't know, but Old Zhou is the hottest guy in our area."

Many single women and elderly widows are eyeing him.

Brother Zhou is a kind person, mainly because he is well-off and his children and grandchildren are filial.

It's said that the monthly pension money his five sons give him is almost three hundred.

They also have a pension, which adds up to at least 500 yuan a month.

That's five hundred yuan!

One ten-yuan note is enough for our family to live on for more than half a month, why do you still complain about having too much money?

Besides, I know Old Zhou. He was in charge of urban construction in the district when he was young, and he has a lot of connections.

If you really go out and live with him, and open a shop in Wenshu Lane in the future, who would dare to trip you up?

Opening a shop can make you money, but it's also hard work.

But if you get together with Old Zhou, why would you need to work so hard to run this braised meat shop?

I heard that his courtyard was an old house with three courtyards and two patios. There were pomegranate trees and grape trellises in the courtyard. In the summer, the whole courtyard was shaded by greenery. You could sit under the grape trellis, put on a bamboo chair, and enjoy the cool breeze while fanning yourself with a palm leaf fan. Just thinking about it makes me feel so comfortable.

Old Zhou's ancestors were high-ranking officials.

His ancestral home was an old house built before the liberation, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and the words "Zhou Residence" were engraved on the lintel. Although it was somewhat mottled, it exuded an indescribable grandeur.

It was confiscated a few years ago, but returned to Old Zhou's hands in 1979.

However, Old Zhou's daughter lives abroad and I heard she married a foreigner. A few years ago, Old Zhou's family suffered some setbacks because of her, but now that the policies are better, their lives have improved again.

I heard that the government compensated Old Zhou with quite a few good things.

Many married women wished they could dump their husbands and go with Old Man Zhou, but Zhang Wenying was different. He offered himself up, but she turned him away.

Zhang Wenying remained unmoved.

She has her own moral compass and knows what she should and shouldn't want.

Once the house is demolished and the compensation is paid, she will be a rich person. Why should she care about Old Man Zhou's little bit of property?

Besides, although her braised meat shop is small, she braises it herself spoonful by spoonful, and every penny carries the scent of her own sweat, making it a worthwhile investment.

She wasn't the kind of person who craved comfort, and she was even less willing to sacrifice her later years for a few old houses or a little money.

But Li Jianguo was in a terrible predicament at this time.

After his son went to work, he propped himself up, sat up, drank some porridge, and ate half a steamed bun.

Once his stomach was full, he drank the Analgin tablet and lay down to take a nap.

The house was very quiet, so quiet that only Li Jianguo's heavy breathing echoed in the empty room.

He turned over, staring at the thin crack on the ceiling, his heart churning with unease.

A short while later, Li Jianguo suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, as if a pot of boiling water had been poured into it. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and he curled up into a ball. His heart pounded, and he couldn't help but groan in discomfort. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his pillowcase.

He wanted to call for help, but there was no one at home. He could only grit his teeth and swallow his groans back down his throat.

Her hands gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white, as if she could crush the excruciating pain with her grip.

In the midst of unbearable pain, he suddenly thought of Zhang Wenying.

In the past, whenever he had a minor ailment, Zhang Wenying would take time off work to stay by his side, offering comfort and care, and serving him tea and water.

At home, she cooked porridge for him, wiped away his cold sweat, and cleaned his body, afraid that something might happen to him.

Back then, he thought she was nagging and making a mountain out of a molehill, but now he realizes that was a real blessing.

Even if it's just a minor cold, if his fever doesn't break within two hours, she'll take him to the hospital for a checkup, fearing that the fever might cause something serious.

He used to think that Zhang Wenying was making a mountain out of a molehill, and that her meticulous care for him was a constraint and too annoying.

He feels like he's about to die, but there's not even anyone to bring him water.

She's already moved away, so even if he wanted to climb over to look for her, he wouldn't be able to find her.

The more Li Jianguo thought about it, the more his chest tightened, and the cramps in his stomach became increasingly severe.

Feeling unbearably nauseous, he leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited. The acidic fluid from his stomach mixed with undigested crumbs of steamed buns, splattering all over the floor. The sour, foul smell assaulted his nostrils, making him feel even more nauseous.

Only after he vomited up all the bile did he feel completely drained and slump back onto the bed.

He was panting heavily, and his vision was blurring.

My stomach hurts so much, and my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my throat.

Li Jianguo was terrified.

Is he... is he going to die?

But he didn't want to die!

He still has a son and a grandson. He hasn't watched his grandson grow up yet, and he hasn't enjoyed enough family happiness.

And then there's Ma Hongping, who even gave birth to a son.

Even if that child doesn't acknowledge him, he is still Li Jianguo's child, the bloodline he left in this world.

He also wants to remarry Zhang Wenying and personally apologize to her, saying that he has wronged her all these years.

He had so many things he hadn't had time to say, so many things he hadn't had time to do.

Li Jianguo struggled, using all his strength to roll off the bed, ignoring the filth covering his body, and crawled towards the door on all fours.

With each step he took, his stomach churned, forcing him to stop and catch his breath before continuing to move forward.

He crawled out of the house, across the muddy yard, his fingernails filled with mud, his knees aching from the friction, but he didn't care.

He had only one thought in his mind—he couldn't die here, and he couldn't stop.

He needs to find someone to rescue him...

When Li Jianguo was discovered by a passing neighbor, he was already lying on the stone steps at the gate of the courtyard, his face ashen, his lips purple, and his whole body curled up like a discarded tattered sack.

Li Wenhai had barely settled into his workday when he was called to the hospital by a phone call.

His father suffered drug poisoning and is currently in critical condition...

He Caifeng did not go to the hospital at noon, but instead went to Zhang Wenying's place for lunch.

It was lunchtime, and the braised meat shop was bustling with people coming and going; business was booming.

He Caifeng stood at the door, watching Zhang Wenying deftly cut, weigh, and pack the meat, so busy that she didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her apron was stained with oil, but she greeted each customer with a smile.

He Caifeng felt uneasy.

She thought it was just a small shop, what kind of future could it have?

But look, the shop is filled with tables outside, and customers come in one after another. The aroma of braised pork wafts far and wide, and even passersby can't help but stop and smell it before leaving.