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

Li Xiaojuan sighed and sat in the chair for a long time without saying a word, her face pale and ashen.

After a while, Li Xiaojuan shook her head and said to Li Xiaomei with a wry smile, "I knew it, he never comes here for anything good."

Mom is right. We earn our money through our own hard work, every penny is hard-earned. Why should we fill his hole for no reason?

Besides, given how Pan Wenfang's family treated my mother, how could I possibly help him marry that jinx?

Li Xiaomei sat next to her and said angrily, "That's right, why should you pay for his wedding? Dad and Mom don't care, and he still has the nerve to come to you. He's shameless!"

Sister, don't be angry. Just think of it as being bitten by a dog, and don't take it to heart.

Li Xiaojuan nodded, and after a while, she managed to suppress the frustration in her heart. She took out the box from under the bed and continued counting the money she had earned that day, but the initial excitement had long since faded.

Li Xiaojuan didn't tell her mother about this, and also asked Xiaomei to keep it a secret.

She knew her mother had only been happy for a couple of days and didn't want to bother her with such a thing.

She has now experienced the joy of making money.

After a busy day, Shen Mingyuan returned home, washed his face, and looked around the clean and tidy house, feeling a sense of relief.

Zhang Wenying tidied the room up neatly, even wiping the dust off the windowsill.

Several washed clothes hung on the drying line in the yard, swaying gently in the breeze and carrying a faint scent of soapberry.

The books on the desk were neatly arranged, and everything was in good order and spotless.

He stood at the doorway, watching this heartwarming scene, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Having been imprisoned in a cowshed for ten years, he had long been accustomed to the filth and cold stares. Now, the cleanliness and tranquility in this small space gave him a sense of unreality.

That year, he was dragged to the denunciation platform. His parents, brothers, sisters, blood relatives, and even his wife and children severed ties with him overnight, fearing that they would be implicated by him.

He was then sent to the countryside, and they, far from their homeland, abandoned him.

He remembers kneeling on the stage, cold sweat mixed with blood streaming down his forehead, and the once familiar faces below the stage now just blurry shadows.

He thought his life would end like this, rotting in the mud, rotting in some forgotten corner.

Unexpectedly, one day he was able to see the light of day again and to study the field he loved.

The state exonerated him, restored his reputation and position, and transferred him back to the research institute in the provincial capital.

The family's former houses and belongings were also returned to him.

But the trust and warmth that have been worn away by time and human nature can never be recovered.

He stood by the window, gazing at the few clothes fluttering in the wind in the courtyard, his gaze deep and serene.

The suffering I endured in those years is like thorns stuck in my bones, impossible to pull out or forget.

But he doesn't hate or resent, because those experiences have taught him how to face everything alone.

He no longer yearns for family ties.

The betrayals and abandonments of those years had long since crushed his last shred of attachment to "home".

But now, looking at the room full of the aroma of cooking, I don't feel the thorns hurt as much anymore.

It seems there is still hope in this world.

He can eat delicious meals every day, sleep soundly, and have people around him who genuinely take care of his life. This life is much better than he imagined.

That's good.

In this way, he can dedicate all his knowledge to things that are truly worthwhile...

Another busy day has come to an end.

As Zhang Wenying and her two daughters approached their doorstep, they heard Li Wenjun's joyful voice coming from the neighboring courtyard.

"Brother Wang, why are you so late!"

Zhang Wenying's heart tightened immediately.

Brother Wang San?

In his past life, Li Wenjun was tricked by this Brother Wang into buying a job and going south to make his fortune, only to be swindled out of everything and even lose the money for his return trip.

That time, Li Wenjun almost died outside and only managed to get home by begging along the way.

When she came back, she was so thin that she looked unrecognizable, and her eyes were empty, as if her soul had been taken away.

In the early days of opening up, the south became a goldmine for countless people, but the place was a mixed bag, full of swindlers and thieves, and one could easily fall into a trap if one was not careful.

Everyone says that there is gold everywhere there, but how many people actually come back with gold?

Many people made money, but their remains were buried in a foreign land unknown to anyone, and they disappeared without a trace.

Li Wenjun, an honest and simple worker, was no match for those convoluted scams.

In the early days of his ventures, besides a surge of enthusiasm, he lacked business acumen, let alone the ability to discern the true nature of those extravagant promises.

The reason he made some money in his past life was because she was there to advise him and help him avoid one pitfall after another.

Now that this person has reappeared in this life, she can't ignore him.

In her previous life, Li Wenjun had a mountain of debt, which took her several years to pay off.

In this life, she must never let history repeat itself.

Zhang Wenying strode into the courtyard and, sure enough, saw a young man wearing a floral shirt and sporting a side-parted hairstyle sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, a cigarette between his fingers, gesturing wildly to Li Wenjun.

"Brothers Li, look at what the elder brother is wearing. I earned all of that in the south."

Opportunities abound over there. As long as you're willing to work hard, I can guarantee you a month's salary, or even overnight, to become rich.

"Forget about getting married, even finding a mistress would be a piece of cake for you!"

It was the same in my past life.

With his silver tongue, Wang San'er persuaded Li Wenjun to quit his job and head south, and even borrowed a total of 3,000 yuan from his colleagues to pursue his get-rich-quick dream.

Before he even got there, he woke up to find himself abandoned on the street wearing only his underwear, his luggage and money nowhere to be found.

He squatted on the unfamiliar street, unable to even cry.

If it weren't for the fact that it was summer, he probably would have frozen to death outside.

Zhang Wenying took a deep breath.

That damn liar, I'll make sure you know what real retribution is.

No wonder Li Wenjun fell for it.

Wang San'er was originally a purchasing agent for a supply and marketing cooperative. He had traveled all over the country and seen a lot of the world. He was very quick-witted.

Everyone who has talked to him thinks he is knowledgeable and capable.

But who would have thought that behind all that glamour was nothing but swindling and deception?

In those years, he cheated many people, some of whom lost their fortunes and others whose families were torn apart.

But he always manages to escape unscathed and continue his scams in another location.

Zhang Wenying remembered that in her previous life, Wang San'er was later arrested and sentenced to more than ten years in prison, but so what?

Those who were scammed have long since lost their money and their lives have been ruined.