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

When Han's mother saw Zhang Wenying barge in, she was stunned for a moment, and then she started to throw a tantrum: "Who do we have here? It's you, you divorced slut!"

This is a matter for the Han family. When did it become your place, an outsider, to interfere? Get out of here and stop causing trouble!

"I'm Xiaojuan's biological mother. My daughter has been wronged, why can't I do something about it?"

Zhang Wenying shoved away Han's mother's outstretched hand with such force that Han's mother staggered and bumped into the door frame. "I'm making this clear today: my daughter wants a divorce. It's your Han family that has wronged her. Han Jun is constantly giving his salary to his widowed sister-in-law, leaving my daughter to suffer poverty and mistreatment. Who could live like that?"

If you two part amicably today and give Xiulan everything she's owed, we'll proceed with the paperwork peacefully. Otherwise, we'll go to the police station right now and have the officers settle this matter. We'll also go to the neighborhood committee and expose all the mess your Han family has made, so the neighbors can see what kind of good family you are!

Han Jun had just returned from outside when he heard this and his face turned pale. He quickly pulled his mother, who was about to throw a tantrum, and smiled apologetically at Zhang Wenying: "Mother-in-law, please calm down. This is our fault. We can talk it over."

He was in the wrong to begin with. When the matter went to the police station, it was their family's fault. If it really escalated to the neighborhood committee, the Han family would be the only ones to lose face.

Han's mother wanted to shout again, but Han Jun pulled her behind him and pinched her waist hard. Only then did Han's mother shut her mouth angrily, but her eyes were still glaring fiercely at Zhang Xiulan.

Zhang Wenying gave Han Jun a cold look: "Discuss? Then tell me, how do you plan to distribute my daughter's belongings?"

Han Jun sighed and said frankly, "Mother-in-law, I never thought about divorcing Xiaojuan."

My sister-in-law and I are completely innocent; nothing has happened between us. Don't listen to the nonsense people are talking about.

"Flies don't land on eggs without cracks."

If you don't want to embarrass yourself any further, then just get the paperwork done quickly.

Zhang Wenying wouldn't be fooled by his words. She knew these men's tricks all too well. At this point, trying to play the emotional card was simply a way to keep her daughter in the Han family as a slave, so that he could continue to be his "good younger brother" and "good uncle" outside.

"Xiaojuan, listen to my advice."

Do you really think you can have a good life after we get divorced?

Your mother is divorced, and you are divorced too. Even if you have a job, a divorced woman has no family to rely on!

If you get divorced, your relatives and friends will all distance themselves from you, and your future will only be more difficult!

Xiaojuan, gossip can be a terrible thing. I'm doing this for your own good!

Li Xiaojuan is hardworking and efficient, but also a bit silly.

If he were to leave Li Xiaojuan, it would be difficult for him to find another woman as easy to manipulate as her.

"We've been husband and wife, why should we make such a fuss over such a small thing?"

You know best who I, Han Jun, am.

I promise I'll give you all my salary from now on, and I'll leave your wife alone, okay?

Let's live our lives well and not let outsiders laugh at us.

Han Jun's voice softened, his eyes pleading, but Li Xiaojuan just kept her head down, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, and didn't say a word. She knew Han Jun too well; it was always the same. He'd give her a piece of candy first, then stab her in the back, and once it was over, he'd revert to being the same Han Jun who talked about "brotherly loyalty."

Zhang Wenying sneered and pulled Li Xiaojuan behind her: "Han Jun, stop with your sweet talk."

My daughter is silly, but I'm not.

Your promises are like farts; they'll dissipate in the wind.

Today they say they'll hand over all their wages, tomorrow they can say they've lent all the money to your sister-in-law.

Today you tell your sister-in-law to mind her own business, tomorrow she'll take everything from your house.

Xiaojuan has been married to you all these years, what good life have you given her?

She does the laundry, cooks, and takes care of the whole family, but in the end, she doesn't even get a word of justice.

Ask yourself honestly, what does she want from you?

Does she want you because you're poor, because you're weak, or because you make her suffer?

Han Jun's face turned pale and then red, his lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

After a long pause, he continued, "Xiaojuan, I have already admitted my mistake, why won't you forgive me?"

Do we really have to go all the way to divorce and let everyone know about this mess in our family?

Li Xiaojuan finally raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, but her voice was surprisingly calm: "Han Jun, what you're afraid of isn't divorce, but that no one will be there to support this family for you anymore."

What you're afraid of isn't losing face, but rather that no one will take care of your mother, deal with your sister-in-law, or support your family, which is already destitute.

But I'm only human. I get tired sometimes, and there are times when I can't hold on any longer.

You always say it's for my own good, but when have you ever really thought about what I want?

You never knew what I wanted; you only forced me to know what I needed—that I had to endure, that I had to back down, that I had to be like my mother, revolving my entire life around my in-laws.

She paused, and tears finally streamed down her face. "But I don't want to live like this anymore."

Divorce is not an impulsive decision; it's a decision I've thought about for a long time.

You're right, gossip can be a powerful force, but what I fear more than the idle chatter of outsiders is gradually losing myself in this marriage.

Han Jun was stunned; he had never seen Li Xiaojuan with such a resolute look in her eyes.

The woman who had always been hardworking and submissive was now like a completely different person.

He felt his fist harden again.

But when he met his mother-in-law's fiery gaze, he forcefully suppressed his anger, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his voice hoarse as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "Fine, you're ruthless."

You're ruthless, Li Xiaojuan, you're really ruthless.

"Don't talk about my daughter."

What happens to her after the divorce is none of your business.

You just need to mind your own business and stop bothering her.

Also, hurry up and divorce my daughter.

If you continue to cause trouble, I will come here and spread the gossip about your brother-in-law and widowed sister-in-law to everyone.

Han Jun's face flushed red and then turned pale. He couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I know it's no use saying anything now. I agree to the divorce. The house was built by our family before the marriage, so I can't give it to you. We have 120 yuan in savings. I'll give you 60 yuan."

There's also a semi-new sewing machine, a wooden bed, and a set of tables and chairs; Xiaojuan will take those too. Is that alright with you?

Before Zhang Wenying could speak, Han's mother couldn't help but break free from Han Jun and yell, "Sixty yuan! That's all you worked so hard to earn, why should you give it to her? Are you crazy?!"

"Mom, please stop talking!"

Han Jun gritted his teeth and stopped her, saying, "I was the one who wronged Xiaojuan in this matter, so consider this as compensation to her."

Li Xiaojuan bought the sewing machine herself; he was afraid his mother-in-law would beat him if he didn't give it to her.