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

In this life, she must never let Li Wenjun fall into that trap again.

Because if Li Wenjun jumps in, she might have to fill the hole herself.

"Auntie, you're back."

Upon seeing Zhang Wenying, Wang San'er immediately put on a big smile and stood up to greet her.

"Auntie, I was just talking to Brother Li about a big business opportunity up south that's guaranteed to make money. Would you like to come and listen?"

Wang San'er's shrewd little eyes were full of calculating light.

I heard that this woman has a lot of money. If I can get my hands on her, the trip will be worthwhile.

Zhang Wenying gave him a cold look, then pulled Li Wenjun by the ear and dragged him to her side.

"Mom, it hurts, it hurts! Let go!"

I was talking to Brother Wang San when you grabbed me!

Li Wenjun struggled, baring his teeth, but Zhang Wenying held him tightly.

Wang Sange's face stiffened.

When did I offend this old shrew?

"Brother Wang, I did something wrong and angered my mother, please don't mind."

Li Wenjun was pulled so hard he staggered, and he turned around and shouted something to Wang San'er.

"Sit in the yard for a while, I'll come find you later."

Li Wenjun felt extremely angry at this moment.

"Mom, what are you doing! Brother Wang is trying to help us get rich with good intentions, and you're just leaving him hanging!"

As soon as Li Wenjun entered the inner room, he shook off Zhang Wenying's hand.

If he doesn't find a way to make some money, he'll never be able to turn his life around relying solely on his meager salary.

Brother Wang said that the south is full of gold, and if you go there, you can earn more money in a year than you would in ten years.

Wenfang said he was a penniless wretch, and if he didn't work hard, he wouldn't even be able to get married.

Looking at her son, who was blinded by money, Zhang Wenying felt a chill in her heart.

"Also, when guests come to our door, can't we wait until they leave before we talk about anything we need to do?"

Why did you have to drag me away in front of everyone? Aren't you slapping me in the face?

Li Wenjun became more and more agitated as he spoke, his face turning bright red.

Zhang Wenying didn't rush to reply. Instead, she walked to the table, poured herself a glass of iced tea, took a sip, and then looked up at him.

She knew that even if she described Wang San'er as a piece of dog shit and drove him away, it would be of no use.

She has important things to do every day, and she can't keep an eye on this idiot and Wang San'er if they're seeing each other in private.

Why not let him see for himself what kind of person Wang San'er really is?

Zhang Wenying put down her teacup and said calmly, "Your Third Brother Wang said there's business in the south, but do you know what kind of business he's talking about?"

Did he show you the contract or let you meet the boss?

Li Wenjun was taken aback and stammered, "He said he was a middleman, specializing in reselling electronic watches and jeans from the south, making a fortune from it."

"If I work for him, I guarantee I can buy a car within a year."

"A reseller?" Zhang Wenying sneered. "Has your Brother Wang ever been a reseller himself? If he really had a way to make a fortune, would he have dragged an outsider like you into it?"

Why is his own brother, Wang Ergou, still working as a bricklayer at the brick factory?

Li Wenjun was speechless when asked the question; his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He asked Wang San'er this question.

Wang San'er said that Wang Ergou was too timid to do it; if he had dared, he would have been rich long ago.

He also thought it made sense.

Wang Ergou was indeed an honest and simple man, stubborn and inflexible, unlike Wang Sange who was courageous and insightful.

He felt that Wang San'er was brave and resourceful, and not an ordinary person.

Follow him, you can't go wrong.

His mother ruined his marriage, and his eldest sister refused to lend him money. Now, if even Wang Sange's source of income is cut off, what hope does he have for the rest of his life?

Zhang Wenying looked at Li Wenjun's expression and felt a surge of anger.

This idiot is hopeless.

It seems we need to find a way to let Li Wenjun, that good-for-nothing, see for himself what kind of person Wang San'er is, and cut ties with him completely.

At the same time, they also wanted to show Wang San'er how powerful they were so that he wouldn't dare to mess with Li Wenjun again.

Zhang Wenying had already made up her mind.

She didn't say anything more, but patted Li Wenjun on the shoulder, her tone calm but carrying an undeniable weight: "I brought back some braised meat."

Go to the shop on the corner and buy a bottle of wine. You and Wang San'er can have a good drink together later.

Li Wenjun was taken aback, not expecting his mother's attitude to change so quickly. He looked somewhat suspicious, but in the end, he nodded, turned around, and went out the door.

Why is Mom suddenly so interested in Wang San'er?

As Li Wenjun walked, he muttered to himself, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He scratched his head.

Well, at least there's braised meat to eat, and it'll be a good opportunity for him to get closer to Wang San'er.

No sooner had Li Wenjun left than Zhang Wenying quickly went into the inner room and tidied herself up from head to toe.

Li Xiaojuan and Li Xiaomei exchanged a glance and watched as their mother washed her hands and face, then scooped out a large dollop of face cream and carefully applied it to her face and neck. She then took out the floral print polyester shirt that had been stored at the bottom of the trunk and put it on, before smoothing her hair in front of the mirror.

He then leisurely walked to the courtyard gate, moved a bamboo chair to sit down, held a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and kept glancing towards the alley entrance.

Li Xiaojuan was completely dumbfounded.

My mother has never been so particular before. What is she up to today?

She had some doubts in her mind, but didn't dare to ask too many questions. She just pulled her younger sister and hid behind the door to peek.

In any case, if things go wrong, the two of them will definitely rush out to protect their mother.

When the wine and meat were served, Zhang Wenying enthusiastically poured wine and served food to Wang San'er, praising him profusely.

"Wang San'er, you're really something."

Among us old neighbors, you are the most capable, quick-witted, and daring.

Wang San'er was flattered by the praise, but he humbly replied, "Aunt Zhang, you flatter me. I was just messing around."

Zhang Wenying smiled and put another piece of braised pork on his plate.

"Come on, eat more."

"Your Uncle Li doesn't manage the household; it's just me, a single woman, supporting it. Wenjun isn't very promising, so we'll have to rely on you to help him out in the future."

Wang Sange was a little flattered by the praise. He said, "Aunt Zhang, you're too kind," but his chopsticks kept moving as he picked up another piece of braised meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He mumbled, "Wenjun is my brother, so of course I have to take care of him."

Seeing him eating with his mouth greasy, a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in Zhang Wenying's eyes, but her smile grew even warmer. "That would be wonderful."

She picked up her wine glass and gently touched the rim of Wang San'er's glass. "With your words, Aunt Zhang is relieved. Here, Aunt Zhang will toast you."

Wang San'er was flattered and quickly tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp. The wine dripped down the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He just grinned and said, "Aunt Zhang, you're too kind. I should be the one toasting you this time."

Zhang Wenying refilled his cup, chatting about everyday things.