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

They each received nearly three million yuan in demolition compensation alone.

The mother's surgery would cost only around 100,000 yuan, but no one was willing to pay it.

"The demolition compensation is what we deserve."

Raising us and spending money on our children are the obligations that elderly people owe to their children.

I don't owe anyone anything.

"Sister, you're trying to use moral blackmail against us; you've miscalculated."

"That's right, eldest sister."

No one was well-off.

"You don't care about the household, you don't have a single penny to your name, so don't even mention us."

The one speaking was the second son's wife, Pan Wenfang.

"Besides, Mom has an incurable disease, and the surgery alone will cost 100,000 yuan."

The costs required later will be far more than that.

That's a bottomless pit.

The second son needs a lot of working capital for his business; you can't expect me to shamelessly borrow from my family, can you?

"Mom gave you all her money, you can't abandon her!"

I'm poor and can't afford that much money, but I can bring my mother to live with me and take care of her.

"Come on."

You can't even take care of yourself, and you have no say in that family. What gives you the right to talk big and take your mother over to take care of her?

Like I said, even with surgery, Mom won't live long, so why should we waste money on that?

The two sons of the Li family squatted in the corner, silent and withdrawn. Only Li Xiaojuan almost knelt on the ground, begging her brothers to save their mother.

But no one spoke up to agree to her request. Only Pan Wenfen cursed the old woman and Li Xiaojuan, saying that one of them was a burden and the other was a troublemaker.

The harsh words of her children still echoed in her ears. Lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Wenying was filled with despair, and her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

To raise her five children, she braved wind and rain, pedaling her worn-out tricycle without ever stopping, regardless of the season.

The wind and frost had worn her knuckles into rough tree roots. As the wheels rolled over the potholes, the tricycle creaked and groaned, like the sobs she uttered under her pillow after waking up coughing in the middle of the night.

She had mistreated her daughter all those years.

In this critical moment, only her daughter still cared about her, her own mother.

Everyone else only remembered the rice in their own bowls, but forgot whose bones were being roasted in the stove.

Forget it.

Zhang Wenying slowly opened her eyes and looked longingly at the old locust tree outside the window—its branches were gnarled and its bark cracked like the veins on the back of her hand. At this moment, the last withered leaf was hanging in the wind, trembling and refusing to fall.

The sharp pain returned, but she no longer had the strength to groan in agony.

Zhang Wenying was strong-willed her whole life, but even in her final moments, her closing eyes were filled with such desolation.

And so, on that late autumn night, Zhang Wenying ended her life, a life filled with resentment and despair...

Zhang Wenying stared at the dilapidated furnishings and dim lighting inside the room, feeling momentarily dazed.

She glanced at the calendar sitting on the table.

June 28, 1983.

Isn't this the day my second daughter-in-law and second son got married? Didn't she die?

How did it turn out like she was forty-three years old again?!

Could it be that God took pity on her and gave her a second chance?

Zhang Wenying pinched her thigh; it hurt a lot.

She turned over and picked up the mirror from the table, her eyes immediately welling up with tears.

The mirror reflected a fairly full face, with few wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and black hair cascading down to the shoulders—it was clearly a forty-three-year-old version of myself.

She then accepted the reality: she had been reborn.

On this day in her past life, He Lin's younger brother, He Xiaoming, along with a few thugs, deliberately caused trouble for the mother-in-law on her wedding day. They forced her to kneel on the blue brick ground in the courtyard and made her kowtow to her daughter-in-law in public to admit her mistakes.

But none of her sons or that old geezer stepped forward to help her up, saying that there are no big or small matters in a happy occasion.

Only the two daughters argued back, and were slapped by He Xiaoming until their mouths bled. They were also almost bullied by those thugs.

What a load of rubbish about a noisy wedding mother-in-law!

In any family celebrating a wedding, would the mother-in-law force the daughter-in-law to kneel down?

The old man said smugly, "In our small county, which family doesn't have a 'happy mother-in-law'? If you get angry, it'll be bad luck."

In her previous life, Zhang Wenying was forced to kneel on the blue brick floor by those people. Later, in front of many guests, her mother-in-law kowtowed three times to her daughter-in-law and smeared her with soot from the bottom of a pot to make her look like Bao Gong (a famous Chinese judge known for his dark complexion).

Her carefully styled hair was now a mess, and the cuffs of her newly changed clothes were torn.

But apart from her two daughters, no one cared whether she lived or died.

Since God has given her a second chance at life, this time she will not let anyone bully her again!

Just then, several young men rushed into the room and, laughing and joking, began to pull off her newly cut blue cotton jacket.

"Auntie, the wedding party is almost here. Hurry up and hang up this sign to welcome your daughter-in-law into the house."

Zhang Wenying stared intently at the sign.

"A daughter-in-law is a treasure, a mother-in-law is a weed."

I'm an experienced nanny, and it's an honor for me to serve my wife.

"Quickly hang it on this old woman and take her away."

Seeing the several malicious hands reaching out, Zhang Wenying's eyes turned cold, and she grabbed the awl from the basket at the foot of the bed and stabbed them.

The cocky young man jumped back with a yell, clutching his arm and staring incredulously at Zhang Wenying's icy expression.

"You old bastard, how dare you stab me with an awl!"

Zhang Wenying wasn't afraid of these thugs at all.

A person who has died once is not even afraid of the King of Hell!

She put down the awl, picked up a fire poker, and started hitting people wildly.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Who gave you the courage to cause trouble for the wedding mother-in-law on your wedding day?

I'm going to get straight to the point today.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble, I'll beat them to death!

Several people were beaten and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Zhang Wenying grabbed the wooden sign that read "A daughter-in-law is a treasure, a mother-in-law is a weed," hung it around the neck of Pan Xiaoming, who was running at the back, and dragged him out of the main room by the collar.

The noise that filled the courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Wenying glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces before her, her eyes devoid of any emotion, only icy coldness.

In her past life, the moment she was escorted out the door, she caused everyone to burst into laughter.

No one thought it was right or wrong; they were just excited and thrilled to watch the spectacle.

Pan Wenfang sat on the back of her son's bicycle, laughing heartily.

Her three sons also watched with amusement, letting her kneel before her future daughter-in-law in a humiliating manner.

This time, Zhang Wenying stood in the blue brick courtyard, a fire poker hanging at her side, her gaze sweeping across Pan Xiaofang's still somewhat immature face, which was already filled with shock.

She didn't kneel.

The wooden plaque around Pan Xiaoming's neck swayed violently, the plaque scraping against his Adam's apple with a gurgling sound.

"You old hag, what's wrong with you?"

Let me go!

Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!