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

Recalling her past life, Zhang Wenying grew angrier the more she thought about it.

"Without me, you wouldn't even get a penny if you went begging."

If you hadn't broken my heart, would I have divorced Li Jianguo?

How dare you say I'm biased?

In the past, whenever there was something good to eat or drink at home, we would always give it to you three sons first.

Your older sister and younger sister can't even get a hot bowl of soup. Search your conscience; how much hardship have you endured growing up? How much sweetness have your older sister and younger sister experienced?

Li Wenjun's face turned pale and then red from her words. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word of rebuttal for a long time. He could only stubbornly force out, "Then you can't just abandon me! I'm your own son!"

Zhang Wenying was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She reached out and shooed him out the door: "I don't care about you? I've raised you until you were in your mid-twenties. I've fulfilled my responsibilities. You have hands and feet, go earn your own living. Don't throw a tantrum here and delay my business."

Several onlookers had already gathered around, pointing and whispering about Li Wenjun, making him lose face.

"Mom, are you still my mom?"

"What kind of mother forces her own son this much?"

"I am not your biological mother."

"Whoever you think is better, let her be your own mother. Don't let her get in my way."

It's her fault for raising her children badly.

In her previous life, Zhang Wenying would fulfill any request made by her three sons, even if it meant selling everything she owned.

Even when the house was later demolished, she gave all the compensation money to her son, leaving not a single penny for her daughter or herself.

She had spoiled her three sons, making them take her every whim for granted and fostering their selfish and self-centered personalities. Now she has finally realized that spoiling is not love, but a slow poison; the longer it is fed, the deeper the damage.

Li Wenjun, his eyes red-rimmed, looked at his heartless mother and felt as if she had become a complete stranger. The mother who had once doted on him and granted his every wish now only had coldness and resoluteness in her eyes.

Li Xiaojuan was busy with her own business and didn't dare to utter a single word.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, her mother's anger would be directed at her.

If even her favorite son could be so heartlessly driven away by his mother, then what is her daughter, who is not well-liked in the past,?

She could only lower her head, pretending to be invisible, and dared not stop working for a moment, for fear that when her mother's gaze swept over, she would become the next target of her scolding.

Although my mother has changed, she is still very good to her.

But she was afraid that all of this was just a dream, and that one day she would wake up and find that everything she had now would vanish into thin air, and she would be driven back to that neglected and forgotten corner.

Watching Li Wenjun leave dejectedly, Zhang Wenying felt a pang of sadness, but she forced herself to swallow the bitterness back.

After all, he was her son, whom she had spoiled since childhood. It would be hard for her to just kick him out like that.

But thinking of the pain and torment she had endured since falling ill, she gritted her teeth and told herself: being soft-hearted is like putting a noose around your own neck. If you're not ruthless today, you'll still be lying in a hospital bed with no one to care for you tomorrow.

She knew all too well that if she softened her heart even once, her three sons would leech off her every last drop of blood.

She can't turn back, and there's no going back.

Her parenting style is flawed; she will change it.

But her condition for changing was that she first had to remove her three sons from her body and teach them to walk on their own. Even if they fell and bled, she couldn't be soft-hearted.

Li Wenbing watched his second brother leave and quickly started shoveling rice into his bowl.

Fortunately, he was still a minor, so his mother didn't kick him out.

If his mother doesn't take care of him, he'll probably starve to death!

He hunched his shoulders, buried his face in the bowl, and didn't dare to pick up too much food, afraid of making any noise that might attract his mother's attention.

From now on, he must listen to his mother properly and not make her angry like his brothers did.

After finishing his meal, Li Wenbing washed his bowl and put it away, then helped his sister tidy up the table and sweep the floor.

Zhang Wenying glanced at him, then went back to her business.

We spoiled them too much in our past lives.

Now that you're not spoiling them anymore, isn't that quite sensible?

Li Wenhai has been having a very difficult time lately.

Grandma is always making a fuss, always wanting to eat this or that.

He Caifeng constantly yelled at him, telling him to drive his grandmother away and to ask his mother for money.

How could he dare?

My mother seems to have become a different person. She beats and kicks him at the slightest disagreement, regardless of the situation.

He's a respectable person, how could he disregard his reputation and insist on arguing with his mother?

Only Grandma can talk to her about this.

So these past few days, even when his grandmother was being unreasonable, Li Wenhai chose to swallow his anger and grant her every request.

There's another thing: the unit recently transferred in a new dean, Shen Mingyuan, who is said to have returned from studying abroad.

That family was well-off; they always traveled in cars.

I suffered some hardships when I was sent down to Heilongjiang Province.

I heard that his family had severed ties with him, but now that he has been exonerated, he has not only been reinstated to his original position but has also been promoted several ranks, and his career is on the rise.

Dean Shen has recently been carrying out sweeping reforms of the unit, dismissing a number of idle people who were just occupying positions without doing their jobs, and promoting several truly capable young people.

Li Wenhai's mind started racing as he was currently selecting a capable deputy.

He believed himself to be experienced and skilled, and that if he could get in touch with Dean Shen, he would have a bright future.

So recently, apart from persuading his grandmother to ask his mother for money, Li Wenhai has devoted almost all his energy to his work, trying every means to impress Dean Shen and win the position of deputy.

Colleagues in the department were practically fighting tooth and nail for that position.

If his mother doesn't give him money, becoming the dean's assistant is a good way out.

What Li Wenhai didn't know was that his beloved leader had come to Zhang Wenying's braised meat shop.

"Comrade Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."

I got off work late today, do you have anything to eat here?

Shen Mingyuan, dressed in a faded but neatly ironed Zhongshan suit, stood at the entrance of the braised meat shop, speaking in a gentle and polite tone.

Zhang Wenying was washing the cutting board when she heard this and looked up. Although the person was dressed simply, he had an extraordinary demeanor, with a scholarly air and the composure of someone who had long held a high position between his brows.

"Hello, Comrade Shen."

We're out of rice. If you don't mind, can I make you a bowl of noodles?

There's still a little bit of the tomato and egg stir-fry I made this afternoon. Would you like to mix it with noodles?

Zhang Wenying wiped her hands and neatly tied on her apron. "It'll be ready soon, please have a seat."

My daughter said she wanted noodles tonight, so I just finished making the dough and it was ready to rise.

Shen Mingyuan nodded slightly and sat down at a small table against the wall. His gaze swept over the simple yet clean environment of the shop, and he felt a sense of peace and contentment, as if this was the true essence of everyday life.