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

Li Jianguo, who was pretending to be dead inside the house, could no longer sit still when he heard that Zhang Wenying didn't care about her son's future.

He barged into Zhang Wenying's room and started cursing at her.

"You damned woman, what nonsense are you spouting?"

If our eldest son can go abroad, our Li family's ancestral graves will be emitting auspicious smoke!

If my child becomes successful, even if I die, I can still brag to my ancestors in the afterlife.

You don't earn much money from that job, so you should hurry up and sell it to help your eldest brother raise money for his trip abroad.

He is the first college student in our Li family, and the only hope to bring honor to our ancestors!

You can't ruin the boss's future!

Zhang Wenying didn't respond, but gently placed the empty bowl on the table, then put on her shoes and got out of bed.

"You're the head of the household, so you'll have to figure this out yourself."

Now, there's something she has to do herself; she doesn't have time to chat with these people.

"Xiaomei, come on, Mom will take you to school."

The college entrance examination has now been reinstated.

My youngest daughter is already in the first year of junior high school and is ranked first in her grade every year.

If her daughter hadn't been lost in her past life, she could at least have gotten into a top university, instead of dying without ever seeing her again.

Li Xiaomei glanced at her mother with some surprise, then happily responded, quickly packed her schoolbag, and jogged to catch up with her mother.

"Mom, don't go! Xiaofang is waiting for your job."

Zhang Wenying didn't stop walking, only tucking a stray hair behind her ear, her voice calm but as solid as a rock: "This is my job, why are you waiting for my job?"

You can marry whoever you want, or get the hell out of here!

Nobody can touch my job.

She was drained of her lifeblood by these three ungrateful wretches in her past life, but what did she get in the end?

"Mom, are you still my biological mother?"

They've become so powerful that they don't even recognize them anymore!

No, I'm not.

Your biological mother is Ma Hongping. Go find her.

"Mom, please don't say such hurtful things!"

If you don't help me and Wenhai today, don't expect us to take care of you in your old age!

Zhang Wenying paused, turned her head, and looked at her with a sharp gaze: "I raised you when you were young, so you have an obligation to take care of me when I'm old."

This is a new society; don't be as ignorant as an illiterate person.

Zhang Wenying glanced at He Caifeng, her gaze as cold as a blade tempered with ice.

"Your job was found through my connections, so you'd better not do anything heartless or disgraceful, or you'll be the ones who lose face."

"Mother, if Wenhai can go abroad, his salary will be many times higher than it is now when he comes back."

We've taken two thousand from our home now, but we'll repay it a hundredfold in the future!

Zhang Wenying sneered.

A hundredfold return?

Return my ass!

In his past life, that wolf cub never sent a single letter back after going abroad; when he did call home, it was always to complain about being poor.

But after she became seriously ill, he didn't even want to go home to see her.

Without her constant financial support, that ungrateful wretch wouldn't have been able to stay in the US.

Even though he has been working for several years now, his family has never seen him with a single penny.

When you ask, the eldest son's wife says that Li Wenhai is very studious, and that both of their salaries are spent on books. Even the cost of baby formula for the children has to be covered by her frugal lifestyle.

However, after her death, her funeral was a grand affair.

She just couldn't understand why no one was willing to pay tens of thousands for her surgery when she was sick, but they were willing to spend hundreds of thousands on her funeral, and they all cried more miserably than anyone else, crying to show the living how filial they were.

Zhang Wenying sneered and left the chaotic home with her youngest daughter.

He Caifeng watched her mother-in-law's retreating figure, her teeth grinding with hatred.

Her husband was one of the few college graduates in his workplace, which made her used to being high and mighty.

Her relatives and colleagues usually fawned over her, but this was the first time her mother-in-law had publicly humiliated her.

In the past, if she showed even a little kindness, this mother-in-law would readily agree to their requests, upholding the status of the eldest son and daughter-in-law in the family.

But what's wrong with this old hag today?

Looking at her was like seeing an enemy; there was no warmth in her eyes, only a sharpness and determination honed by the years.

What should I do if she refuses to take the money?

Isn't this ruining her husband's future?

Li Xiaomei hesitated several times, wanting to ask her mother what was wrong.

My mother used to only care about her three sons and never cared about her or my eldest sister's life or death.

Three years ago, my eldest sister married a worker at a nut factory. After the marriage, she lived a very frugal life and was constantly bullied by that family.

The main problem is that my older sister didn't like that man, but his family gave us a hundred yuan as a bride price, so my father pushed her into a pit of fire.

Mom took all of that hundred yuan and gave it to my eldest brother so he could buy a courtyard house.

In this family, the men are all the masters, while the women are nothing but weeds.

Last night the doctor said Mom was fine, so my older sister went home.

Li Xiaomei knew that there was a rift between her older sister and her mother.

Unexpectedly, her mother decided to bring her to school today.

Just a few days ago, she said, "What's the use of girls reading so many books?"

She'll get married sooner or later.

Don't go anymore after this semester ends.

Your second brother is getting married soon, so it's important to save money on the wedding.

She was terrified that her mother would go back to the school and ask the principal to make her drop out.

But no, it didn't happen.

Zhang Wenying took her youngest daughter to the school gate and took out two yuan from her coarse cloth pocket and gave it to her.

"Study hard at school and don't care what others say. The more you study, the stronger you will become."

In this life, one should fight not for a steamed bun, but for a sense of pride.

As long as you get into university, you'll have a secure job.

Don't end up like your older sister, leaving your life to be chosen by others.

Thinking of her eldest daughter, Zhang Wenying's throat tightened, and her gaze fell heavily on the bustling crowd inside the school gate, as if trying to pierce through the rusty iron gate and see the absurd things she had done in her past life.

The wind tousled a few strands of gray hair at her temples, but she was oblivious, pressing the two yuan deeper into her daughter's palm.

"Buy whatever you like, don't compromise yourself."

Mom left. I came to the supply and marketing cooperative to find her at noon. We're eating out today.

Li Xiaomei clutched the two banknotes, still warm from her body, watching her mother's retreating figure—the faded blue cloth shirt swayed slightly in the morning light, like an old piece of cloth being pushed by the wind, thin yet stubborn.

Her eyes reddened, but she didn't let the tears fall.

Mom, as long as you're willing to let me go to school, I won't let you down.

Zhang Wenying is a saleswoman at a department store.

This job is highly sought after in this society.

But Zhang Wenying knew that in about ten years, the department store would be restructured.

Many people will face layoffs, and many factories will close down.

She has memories of her past life, so she knows what makes the most money.

The country has opened up.

As long as you seize this wave of policy dividends, trade in small commodities, or start your own business, you can stand firmly in the tide of the times.