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

"Who is it?" Zhang Wenying wiped her hands and quickly went to open the door.

Outside the door stood Li Jianguo, looking menacing.

As soon as Li Jianguo saw Zhang Wenying, he raised his hand without saying a word.

With a sharp "smack," Zhang Wenying was the first to slap him.

"You old fool, try touching me!"

I was beaten before because of the children.

Now, she is no longer the pushover she once was.

"If you dare to act wildly in front of me again, I'll spread the word about your affair with Ma Hongping everywhere!"

Don't forget, that child in the Huang family isn't Huang Dayong's.

Upon hearing this, Li Jianguo froze on the spot, his raised hand hovering in mid-air, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times.

He stared intently at Zhang Wenying, his lips trembling, his face filled with disbelief.

Quite a few people know about his affair with Ma Hongping.

But only he and Ma Hongping truly knew about that child.

But how did Zhang Wenying know that?

A chill ran down Li Jianguo's back, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Zhang Wenying looked coldly at Li Jianguo.

Don't think that no one knows about the disgusting things you've done.

Don't mess with me again.

After saying that, she slammed the courtyard gate shut, shutting out Li Jianguo's panicked face.

Li Jianguo stood outside the door, his face ashen, his fingers trembling slightly.

"No... what nonsense are you talking about..."

He wanted to tell Zhang Wenying to go home.

A home without a woman is truly inappropriate.

But Zhang Wenying's words were like a knife, stabbing him hard in the heart, leaving him with no strength to refute them.

He staggered back two steps, his lips moved but no sound came out, and finally turned around dejectedly, disappearing unsteadily at the courtyard gate.

Zhang Wenying made fried noodles with soybean paste for her two daughters and herself, one bowl for each of them, steaming hot.

It smells especially good.

Next door, Li Wenjun looked distressed, his face covered in soot, and the porridge in the pot was burnt.

"Dad, just give in and let Mom come back."

I really don't know how to cook this.

Li Jianguo lay in bed, breathing rapidly and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

That woman hit him again!

He also knew about things he thought were very secret!

How did she know that?!

If this gets out, not to mention what others say, Huang Dayong, that brute, will definitely tear him apart!

Li Jianguo became increasingly frightened as he thought about it, his chest tightening and even his breathing becoming difficult.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Are you feeling unwell somewhere?

Should I go out and fetch a doctor?

Li Wenjun stood by the bedside with the burnt porridge bowl in his hand. Seeing his father's pale face and sweating forehead, he panicked.

"Dad, I'll go call Mom over!"

"Don't call her, what would you want with her?"

"Are you inviting her to come and laugh at me?"

Li Jianguo gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence in a hoarse voice.

He turned over, his back to his son, his fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly.

Li Jianguo cursed Zhang Wenying a few times, but dared not raise his voice too much.

He was afraid that if Zhang Wenying heard him, she would come over and expose his past.

"Dad, no, let the third son go and coax my mom."

"Let her come back, I can't take this anymore."

Li Wenjun sighed and placed the porridge on the table.

This family really can't function without his mother doing housework every single day.

Li Jianguo didn't say anything, but just pulled the blanket over his head and muttered, "With your mother's temper, even if the third son goes, it won't make a difference."

That old woman is heartless; she didn't even want her son anymore.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his chest felt tight, but he was helpless.

The aroma of fried noodles wafting from the neighbor's yard was like tiny needles.

It pierced his taut nerves, making his stomach churn. He turned over, burying his face in the pillow, trying to block out the annoying scent, but the scent seemed to have legs, sneaking into his nostrils and making his stomach rumble.

He swallowed hard, feeling a mix of bitterness and embarrassment.

The aroma of this fried sauce noodles is like a mirror, reflecting the absurdity of his life so far.

He thought he was the pillar of the family, but in the end, he couldn't even afford a decent meal, and he couldn't even feed his son.

He remembered Zhang Wenying from before, who would also hold a steaming bowl of noodles and hand it to him with a smile, with two poached eggs in the bowl, bright green scallions, and fragrant minced meat.

Back then, he thought she was nagging and nosy. But now he realizes that it wasn't nagging at all; she poured her heart and soul into that bowl of noodles.

His throat tightened, and his eyes even felt a little sore...

When Li Xiaomei saw the big courtyard that belonged to her sister, she was overjoyed.

"Sis, this house is really nice!"

From now on, you'll live here, and you won't have to be afraid of that man anymore!

She held Li Xiaofang's hand, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered some treasure.

Zhang Wenying looked at her youngest daughter and said with a smile, "This yard belongs to your sister. After you graduate from university, whichever city you want to stay in, Mom will buy you an apartment there so you can have your own home."

They don't have to live at the mercy of men.

Li Xiaomei's eyes welled up with tears, and she threw herself into Zhang Wenying's arms, her voice muffled as she said, "Mom, you're so good to me."

Zhang Wenying gently patted her back.

"My mother used to be confused, always thinking that daughters would get married sooner or later."

She always thought her son was the root of the family, which broke your hearts, you two sisters.

From now on, all I hope for is that you two sisters can live well; that's more important than anything else.

Li Xiaomei raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and nodded vigorously at her mother.

Li Xiaojuan quickly said, "Mom, what you're saying makes me want to cry."

You have never mistreated my sister and me.

We can never repay your kindness in giving us life.

Zhang Wenying smiled, her eyes reddening: "Silly child, why are you saying you won't pay it back?"

You are my daughters, it's only natural that I love you.

Xiaojuan, Mom wants to discuss something with you.

I met a vendor from out of town these past couple of days. He has socks, clothes, and other items from the south.

The design is excellent, and the quality looks good too.

So Mom thought, why don't we sell your job and start a business together?"

In a few years, my daughter's factory will go bankrupt.

Instead of sticking to a fixed salary, why not take a chance while you're young? You can make some money with that job.

Once the factory closes down, this job will be worthless.

Li Xiaofang's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

She was a little reluctant to give up that job, after all, it was a secure job she had held for many years. Although the salary was not high, it was stable and respectable.

But she knew in her heart that what her mother said made sense.

The factory's profits have been declining year by year, and last month there were even rumors of layoffs.

She bit her lip and whispered, "Mom, I'll listen to you."

"Then just sell the job, it's not like I'll be doing it for long anyway."