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

Zhang Wenying was so angry she almost laughed.

"Let me tell you, Master Sun, I, Zhang Wenying, am divorced. I can raise my child and run a successful restaurant on my own. I don't need anyone to arrange my life for me."

Keep your thirty yuan for yourself; I don't care about it.

Don't try to apply your Sun family's rules to me; I don't buy into that.

If you want to eat, sit down and wait for your food. If you don't want to eat, please turn left and leave. Goodbye.

The onlookers were stunned by Old Sun's shamelessness.

"My God, this old man not only wants to marry a wife who lays golden eggs, but he also wants her to give the restaurant to his son for free. His scheme is so cunning that you can hear it from three streets away," a middle-aged woman next to him said with a sneer.

"Isn't that right?"

Even Old Zhou wouldn't dare to make such boastful claims. How can a retired worker like him speak with such arrogance?

He should take a good look at himself in the mirror; half his hair is already white, and he still wants to marry that young and capable boss's wife. He's like a toad lusting after a swan—dream on!

Another man chimed in, his tone full of disdain.

"He doesn't even know his own worth. Not only does he want Comrade Zhang to marry him and become his nanny, but he also wants to seize her shop. His intentions are too malicious."

"Isn't that right?"

That old Sun is no good.

He had a penchant for cheating when he was young; everyone in the neighborhood knew about his scandalous affairs.

His wife fell ill after seeing him exchanging glances with Widow Li at the end of the street, and passed away less than two years later.

Now look what's happened! His wife's body is barely cold, and he's already setting his sights on Zhang Wenying.

They don't even consider whether they're qualified.

Old Sun's face turned pale and then red after being talked to.

Since his wife passed away, women have been attracted to him like fish in a river.

After all, apart from Lao Zhou, he was the person with the best conditions in this area.

He didn't fancy any of the older women or young widows who were introduced to him or posted online.

Because those women are either too old, too ugly, too vulgar, or too rustic.

When he was young, he had to marry the factory director's daughter for the sake of his future. Although the woman came from a good family, she was plain-looking and dull-witted. He endured it all his life. Now that his wife had finally passed away, he naturally wanted to find a young, beautiful, and capable woman to enjoy a few years of happiness.

Although Zhang Wenying was divorced and somewhat unconventional, she was good-looking, had a good figure, and ran a thriving restaurant. She managed everything inside and out, making her exactly his ideal choice for a second wife.

Even if she has a bad reputation, she is young, good-looking, and has some family wealth, so marrying her wouldn't be a bad deal.

Given his circumstances, the fact that she took the initiative to seek him out was a blessing she had earned through good deeds.

Unexpectedly, this woman was so ungrateful, embarrassing him in front of everyone in the room.

He prided himself on being a womanizer, believing that all the women were after his physique and salary, unaware that behind his back they called him a "lewd old man."

Hearing the discussions outside, Zhang Wenying couldn't help but smile slightly.

Did they really think she was some unsophisticated country woman who could be easily fooled by a few sweet words?

Her restaurant is a hub of gossip; she can hear all the gossip in the area and even further afield.

She knew exactly what kind of person this old Sun was.

His thoughts might fool others, but they couldn't escape her keen eyes honed in the business world.

"Hey Uncle Sun, goodbye and best regards. If you don't have anything to do in the future, don't bother coming to my restaurant."

She would spare no expense to entertain such a person.

Zhang Wenying's words, though spoken lightly, were like a soft knife, piercing straight into Old Sun's heart.

He frowned and said unhappily, "Comrade Zhang, I'm not that old. You can call me Brother Sun."

Ok.

"Brother Sun, you can go now."

"Hahahahahahahaha..."

The onlookers burst into laughter.

This guy is hilarious.

"Brother Sun, Grandpa Sun," what kind of new way of addressing him is this?

It sounds rather novel.

Old Sun was laughed at until his face turned purple, his lips trembled twice, and finally he slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"You...you..." Old Sun pointed at Zhang Wenying, his fingers trembling like a leaf, unable to utter a complete word for a long time.

"Hey, Brother Sun, why are you angry?"

No, please.

You're getting old; getting angry will ruin your health. Your whole family will have to rely on your meager retirement pension to make a living in the future.

Also, thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I have no plans to remarry.

I've had enough of being taken advantage of by men, and I don't want to create more trouble for myself.

You don't need to come here anymore. My place is too small to accommodate someone as important as you.

"You...you just think I'm too old, don't you?" Old Sun finally managed to utter a sentence, his voice trembling with a hint of anger and embarrassment.

He's only a dozen years older than Zhang Wenying, so how come he looks old?

He believed he took good care of himself, with his hair dyed jet black, and people said he looked no more than forty years old.

Not to brag, but when he was young, he was one of the most handsome young men in the factory, and many girls lined up to date him.

Some people even say that he's three times more handsome than that movie star.

Even though he was getting on in years, he felt he was much more energetic than his peers, and there were even people younger than Zhang Wenying who were interested in him.

But that woman was short and pockmarked, and he couldn't stand her.

Although Zhang Wenying was from the countryside, she was pretty, had a good figure, and was educated. With those qualities, she was barely a good match for him.

It's her good fortune that Old Sun took a liking to her, but she's putting on airs.

"Uncle Sun, I don't think you're old."

I simply have no plans to remarry, and I hope you'll stay away from me in the future.

"What do you mean you have no plans to remarry? You clearly think I'm too old, what kind of excuse are you making!"

"Hmph, what kind of airs are you putting on in front of me, you unfaithful divorced woman?"

Old Sun thought he was a level seven fitter in the factory, and was the most sought-after person there.

Even the factory manager had to greet him politely as "Master Sun." Why should she, a divorced woman, give him such a hard time?

"I am only fifty-eight years old this year, in the prime of my life. Even finding a woman to have another son would not be a problem."

You're so picky, do you really think you're still a virgin?

On the contrary, you are almost fifty years old, already past your prime, probably no longer able to have children, and divorced, your reputation is already ruined.

If you weren't decent-looking, would I even be interested in you?

"Without me, who would want an old woman like you with a child in tow?"