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

As they were talking, Zhang Wenying stopped talking and just leaned back in her chair, staring at Wang San'er with a burning gaze.

Wang San'er felt uncomfortable under her gaze. He paused, chopsticks in his hand, and said with an awkward smile, "Aunt Zhang, why...why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhang Wenying didn't answer, but just sighed softly, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment and a sense of unspoken words.

Wang San immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

What is this old lady trying to do?

Although I am not married yet, I wouldn't have any feelings for a middle-aged woman, would I?

Could it be that she wants to do something illegal while still being legal?

Wang San'er's heart tightened, and he almost dropped his chopsticks.

He's twenty-five this year, and Zhang Wenying is forty-three. She's old enough to give birth to him!

Zhang Wenying's face was flushed from drinking a glass of wine.

"Xiao Wang, do you think this dress looks good on me?"

This is newly arrived material from the south; it feels incredibly smooth to the touch.

Wang San'er glanced at Li Wenjun with some horror, swallowed hard, and said, "Beautiful, beautiful."

He gave a perfunctory reply, but his body involuntarily shrank back, wishing he could get as far away from that face that was getting closer and closer.

Zhang Wenying didn't care about his dodging at all. Instead, she moved closer and gently patted his arm, scolding him, "Why are you dodging?"

"Smell it again, doesn't this face cream smell nice?"

Wang San'er sniffed awkwardly as a strong fragrance hit him so hard he almost sneezed.

He coughed twice, quickly picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Delicious...hehe, very delicious..."

Seeing his embarrassed state, Zhang Wenying became even more pleased with herself. She moved forward slightly, almost touching his ear, and whispered, "You little brother, you really know how to talk."

Knowing you love to drink, I had my second brother get some alcohol so we can have a good drink together.

I feel like we click really well.

Tell us about what's happening outside, I love to hear it!

Li Wenjun's gaze darted back and forth between his mother and Wang San'er, and the veins on his forehead were practically bulging out.

Wang San'er also sensed the strange atmosphere, and he felt like he was about to crack.

Staring at him by an old woman who was about the same age as his mother, with Zhang Wenying's wrinkles around her eyes and her face full of wrinkles, Wang San'er felt a churning in his stomach and sobered up considerably.

He chuckled dryly and shifted his weight back a little, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

"Hey, why are you hiding?"

Are you feeling unwell anywhere?

"Come here, let me feel your forehead to see if you have a fever."

As Zhang Wenying spoke, her greasy hand reached out.

Wang San'er suddenly leaned back, the chair overturned with a "bang" and he fell flat on his back.

He hurriedly looked at Li Wenjun as if pleading for help, only to meet Li Wenjun's eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire.

That bastard, he treated him like a brother, but he wants to be his stepfather?

"Oh dear, how did you fall down?"

Second brother, quickly help your third brother up.

"Did you hurt yourself? Let me rub it for you."

As Zhang Wenying was about to bend down to help him, Wang San'er sprang to his feet with a swift movement, waving his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need, I can do it myself, I can do it myself!"

He brushed the dust off his clothes and took two steps back towards the door, his voice tinged with panic, "Auntie... I... I have something to do... I'll come back to catch up with Brother Wenjun in a couple of days..."

"Hey, don't go!"

I just got my dentures done today. Take a look at them, don't they look good?

As she spoke, she grinned, revealing a row of dazzlingly white teeth, and deliberately tapped them together, making a "clucking" sound.

"If you like, I can lend it to you to wear."

That way, you can also taste my flavor...

The words were whispered in his ear, inaudible to others, but Wang San'er heard them clearly. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

His lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle with you."

I'm divorced now, and I only like young men like you.

"Looks impressive, must be really amazing..."

Wang San'er felt his scalp tingle and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He dared not linger any longer, turned and rushed out the door, scrambling and stumbling as he ran. Behind him, he could still hear Zhang Wenying's cheerful voice calling out, "Hey, don't go! Your sister hasn't finished talking yet!"

Wang San'er ran faster and faster, as if a ghost was chasing him. He ran out of the alleyway in one breath and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Just now, he felt like he had been sent to the gates of hell by that old woman. He was so frightened that he thought he saw his great-grandmother!

My God, is this something a human can encounter?

Wang San'er wiped the cold sweat from his face; his legs were still trembling.

He didn't even want to think what would have happened if he had been a step slower.

The thought of even the woman's bad-smelling dentures being forcibly shoved into his mouth made him increasingly nauseous. He squatted against the wall and gagged several times before he could recover.

Just thinking about that scene made him feel that Zhang Wenying, that old woman, was utterly shameless and extremely vulgar.

What kind of decent woman would share a set of dentures with another man?

Wang San'er squatted against the wall and gagged twice more, unable to suppress the chill in his heart.

He had lived for over twenty years and had seen shrewish women yelling in the streets and thugs acting tough, but he had never encountered anyone like Zhang Wenying who could use dentures as a flirting tool.

He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and stood up cursing, only to have a tattered sack put over his head. Everything went black, and then a sharp pain shot through his body.

Countless fists and feet rained down on him, causing him to curl up in pain and let out muffled screams.

"Damn it, who...who the hell hit me!"

Wang San'er rolled on the ground, cursing incoherently, but all he got in response was a barrage of punches and kicks.

Li Jianguo was furious.

In the afternoon, he spent a long time with Ma Hongping, and even ate a bowl of hot egg noodles there. In a good mood, he hummed a little tune as he walked back.

But just as they reached the gate of the courtyard, they heard a burst of laughter that gave them goosebumps coming from Zhang Wenying's yard.

He peered through the gate and saw that Zhang Wenying, that damned woman, was grinning smugly. He even overheard the two of them talking about sharing a set of dentures to taste each other's teeth!

Li Jianguo immediately felt a rush of blood to his head, and his temples throbbed.