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

The woman's voice was soft and weak, tinged with sobs, like a feather gently scratching at Li Wenjun's heart.

The two people in the same ward exchanged a glance, quickly shook off the goosebumps, and tactfully got up and left.

Only Li Wenjun and Pan Wenfang remained in the ward.

Pan Wenfang walked to the bedside, put down the apple, and gently held Li Wenjun's hand: "Wenjun, are you alright?"

It's all my fault. I never expected... I never imagined Wang Dabao would be so ruthless...

Please don't blame me, okay?

I...I really didn't mean to, sob sob sob...

She cried so hard her tears fell like raindrops, her shoulders trembling, and her tears dripped onto Li Wenjun's hand, burning hot.

But in the past, this kind of affected manner was the one that softened his heart the most. But today, for some reason, Zhang Wenying's words, "You're just a hat seller," suddenly flashed through his mind.

Li Wenjun was immediately jolted and abruptly pulled his hand back.

Pan Wenfang's tears were still on her face, but she was stunned by his action.

Looking at her pitiful face, he felt no pity, but rather a vague and inexplicable disgust.

He looked away, his voice dry and hoarse: "Don't cry, I'm fine."

"You should go back first; I want to be alone."

Outside the ward, Zhang Wenying hid by the window, wanting to see if her love-obsessed son had any moral compass.

She was almost out of the hospital gate when she saw Pan Wenfang carrying apples into the ward. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned back.

Compared to her previous flamboyant attire, Pan Wenfang wore a simple white shirt today, her hair was casually tied in a ponytail, and her face was free of makeup, which made her look somewhat innocent and pitiful.

Zhang Wenying cursed inwardly, "They're quite the actor."

But then she thought, given her son's character, he's probably going to be bewitched by this vixen again.

Pan Wenfang's eyes were red, and she was biting her lip, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

She didn't leave; instead, she took half a step forward, her voice softening even more: "Brother Wenjun, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

Li Wenjun looked at Pan Wenfang, who seemed broken and lost in thought. He was as if his soul had been ripped from his body, his gaze fixed on her face, but he didn't respond for a long time.

Pan Wenfang was delighted to see him like this.

She knew that her tears were a surefire way to win a man's heart; as long as she cried, no matter what kind of man he was, he would have to surrender obediently.

Not to mention Li Wenjun, who was completely devoted to her.

She lowered her head slightly, revealing a section of her fair neck, and her voice softened a bit: "If you're unhappy, you can hit me or scold me, just don't ignore me like this..." As she spoke, crystal tears rolled down her fair cheeks, hitting her clothes and spreading a small dark stain.

She had an incredibly difficult time during that period.

My parents and younger brother have all been arrested.

She herself was fine, but her second uncle and aunts all cursed her as a jinx, saying that she had brought trouble to the family. Even the relatives who used to greet her with smiles now avoided her whenever they saw her.

The neighbors pointed fingers and gossiped, saying that such a big thing happened to her family because of her indiscreet behavior.

Mom and Dad will be released after a few days, but my younger brother broke someone's head and will probably have to stay in there for several years.

The police officer said that without a letter of understanding from the Li family, her brother would be sentenced to at least ten years in prison.

Wang Dabao obtained a letter of understanding and was released after being detained for three months.

But when Wang Dabao saw her, he berated her, saying that she was the one who caused all of this and told her to get lost.

Having nowhere else to turn, she came to Li Wenjun, hoping that he could help her out of consideration for their past relationship and write a letter of forgiveness for her brother.

If her family has a tainted past and she has a brother in prison, how can she marry Wang Dabao?

Even if Wang Dabao really doesn't want her anymore, as long as her family is safe, she can still find a good family with her skills.

But now, she can only place all her hopes on Li Wenjun.

She raised her tear-filled eyes and called out again, "Brother Wenjun..."

The three words "Aiyo" were uttered with a thousand turns and twists, as if all the grievances, expectations and calculations had been crushed and turned into a honey-scented poison, which burrowed into Li Wenjun's ear through the air.

Zhang Wenying rubbed her arms, thinking: I wonder if Li Wenjun, that idiot, can withstand this attack that makes people's flesh rot and bones melt?

Li Wenjun felt incredibly excited.

That voice, that posture, those tearful eyes—it's as if "I can't live without you" is etched into their very bones.

Hehe, Li Wenjun has the ability to make women unable to leave him.

She's a beautiful woman!

"Did you need something from me?"

He asked, feigning composure.

"Brother Wenjun, I..."

Pan Wenfang bit her lip, as if she had made a huge decision, "I want to ask you for a favor, just this once, the last time."

I'll do anything for you, as long as you're willing to help me.

As she spoke, she took another half step forward, almost touching Li Wenjun's chest. Her tearful eyes shone with an almost pleading light, as if she would give herself to him if he nodded.

She practiced those manipulative gestures and expressions countless times in front of the mirror at home.

She didn't believe that Li Wenjun, with his love-struck mind, could resist.

Her beauty is not one-size-fits-all; different men have different kinds of beauty.

She knew Li Wenjun all too well; deep down, he craved to be needed and admired, and the more vulnerable and helpless she appeared, the easier it was for him to take the bait.

She could even feel Li Wenjun's breathing become more rapid, and the flames burning in his eyes almost devoured her whole.

Pan Wenfang sneered inwardly, but her face became even more pitiful. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing her most vulnerable and vulnerable side to him without reservation.

It is precisely because of her excellent acting skills that so many men are willing to revolve around her.

She knew all too well how to use her advantages: vulnerability, helplessness, tearful eyes, or innocence, romance, and purity—every detail precisely struck at a man's weak spot.

"Brother Wenjun, there was nothing I could do about what happened that day."

Are you still blaming me?

As you know, my family is large, and we rely on my dad's meager pension to make ends meet.

I really want to have a job so as to ease the burden on my family.

After I met Wang Dabao, he immediately promised to help me find a job, and that's how I...