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

Regardless, the Huang family now has an heir, and no one dares to say he's not a man anymore, so he turns a blind eye and is exceptionally tolerant of Ma Hongping.

When Ma Hongping saw Li Wenhai arrive with a worried look on his face, she knew exactly what was going on. She deliberately sighed and asked softly, "What's wrong? Is your husband causing trouble again?"

When Li Wenhai told Ma Hongping about Zhang Wenying's divorce, Ma Hongping's eyes flickered, and she gently patted the back of his hand: "Let her make her own fuss, why are you in such a hurry?"

What kind of trouble can a woman cause in her home without a man to support her?

Besides, even if she leaves, you still have me, don't you?

Hearing this, Li Wenhai felt much more at ease. He pulled Ma Hongping into his arms, inhaling the faint scent of soap on her body, and said in a low voice, "You understand me best."

That woman is getting more and more outrageous.

Savage and vulgar, nothing like Ma Hongping, who is so gentle and considerate.

Furthermore, Ma Hongping doesn't need to go to work every day, her family has no shortage of food or clothing, she lives a very comfortable life, and she takes good care of herself.

She's in her thirties but looks like a young girl. Who wouldn't like that?

Ma Hongping nestled in his arms, her fingertips tracing circles on his chest, her voice as soft as melting honey: "Brother Li, don't take it too hard. Women, they all have those days when they can't think straight. She'll come back when she's had her fill of fuss."

My husband is going away for at least a month.

"The child is at school and not at home, so you..."

The woman coiled around him like a snake, and Li Wenhai could no longer resist. He felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and he forgot all about Zhang Wenying and his son.

He picked up Ma Hongping and strode into the inner room.

As soon as the curtain fell, the room was filled with a romantic atmosphere... When the storm subsided, Ma Hongping, resting her head on Li Wenhai's arm, suddenly spoke softly: "Brother Li, our son is already thirteen. We can't keep sneaking around like this, can we?"

"I don't really care, but the child is getting older. What if someone notices something amiss one day?" Li Wenhai's previously satisfied expression suddenly froze, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

Ma Hongping was at best a tool for him to vent his emotions. He only agreed to give her a son because Ma Hongping cried pitifully back then, saying that without a child to rely on, she would have no hope for the rest of her life.

Now, the implication behind her words is that she wants him to acknowledge this son?

Although Li Wenhai was just an ordinary worker, if such a scandal were to spread, wouldn't he lose all face? The spittle from his fellow workers in the factory could drown him.

Then there's Ma Hongping, who, apart from her face, has no skills or proper job and relies entirely on his support and Huang Dayong's tolerance to maintain a decent life.

If things really escalate to the public, he will not only lose his reputation but also a lot of money. No matter how you look at it, it's not worth it.

He remained silent for a long time before slowly withdrawing his arm, his tone becoming somewhat indifferent: "Hongping, what you said is not right."

I know what's going on with the children.

Huang Dayong liked this child very much and treated him like his own son.

If you truly care about the child, then don't bring up these things that shouldn't be mentioned.

At least he had a legitimate status following Huang Dayong, but what kind of relationship did he have with me?

If others find out that the child is mine, we'll both end up in jail.

As a result, the children will also be pointed at and gossiped about, and will be unable to hold their heads high.

Can you bear to let your child live their entire life amidst the scorn and condemnation of others?

Ma Hongping's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She bit her lip, her voice choked with emotion: "Brother Li, it's not that I don't understand this principle."

But I just feel sorry for you.

Over the years, you've single-handedly shouldered the factory's workload, and when you got home you still had to put up with Zhang Wenying's attitude. It hurts me like needles are pricking my heart.

I always think that if I could take care of you openly and honestly, even if it's just bringing you a cup of hot tea, I would feel more at ease.

As she spoke, she buried her face in Li Wenhai's chest, her voice muffled: "I know I don't have that blessing, but I just can't help thinking: how wonderful it would be if I could be by your side every day."

But don't worry, I won't mention this again, never again.

As long as you still care about us, mother and child, I'll be content.

Hearing her say that, Li Wenhai's heart softened a little. He reached out and gently patted her back, sighing, "Hongping, you're a sensible person. I remember your kindness."

I will not shortchange you what I owe you from now on.

I will also pay more attention to my child, and when he gets older, I will try to find a good future for him.

But we all have to keep this a secret; not a single word can be uttered.

Ma Hongping nodded, tears finally streaming down her face, but she managed a smile: "Brother Li, with your words, I'm not afraid of anything anymore."

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, then leaned closer to Li Wenhai, her voice as gentle as a breeze, "Then don't leave later. I made some pork rib soup; have a bowl before you go back."

She simply liked men like Li Wenhai who spoke in a refined and scholarly manner.

Huang Dayong was a rough and uncouth man. Besides his brute strength, he came back covered in sweat and smelled of feet. He didn't even bother to wash up before getting down to sex.

The smell of smoke from his breath alone made her nauseous, not to mention his hands, which were as rough as sandpaper. Every time he touched her, she felt like a rag being carelessly crumpled.

Li Wenhai, on the other hand, spoke softly and gently, was quite good-looking, and was also very skilled in that area.

He is very tactful in his actions, even when handing someone a glass of water, he does so with a refined manner.

What Ma Hongping longed for was this tenderness, which was completely different from Huang Dayong's.

She craved the gentle touch of his fingertips on her cheek, the slight upward inflection in his voice, and even more so, the occasional hint of guilt and pity he showed… things that Huang Dayong could never give her in his entire life.

She knew in her heart that this relationship was something that couldn't be made public, but she just couldn't break free from it.

Like an addictive drug, even knowing it will ruin you, you still can't help but swallow it down, mouthful after mouthful.

Li Wenhai wanted to refuse, but he swallowed the words back.

He glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, then at the woman in his arms who was gazing at him expectantly, and finally nodded.

Ma Hongping immediately stopped crying and smiled, turned around and walked quickly into the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans clattering mixed with her cheerful humming.

Li Wenhai sat on the sofa, watching her busy figure, but his heart felt inexplicably heavy.

He knew that behind this warmth lay a potential time bomb.

But sometimes people are like that; even knowing it's a poisoned remedy, they still can't resist the urge to savor that sweetness...

By the time I got home, it was already past nine o'clock at night.

A small lamp was on in the living room. Li Wenjun, reeking of alcohol, was curled up on the sofa, burping.