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

When Zhang Wenying arrived at her workplace, her colleague, Sister Zhang, saw her and asked, "Wenying, what happened at your house yesterday?"

Not the mother getting married to her son?

Why did you drive your daughter-in-law away?

Zhang Wenying had no choice but to recount everything that had happened yesterday.

"I was thinking that since it's my son's wedding, I should just bear with it."

But the He family has acted far too arrogantly.

If I compromise, how will I ever be able to hold my head high in front of my daughter-in-law again?

They're really spoiled.

I never liked that daughter-in-law to begin with.

Now that you're gone, I'm actually much less worried.

It's true what they say: good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.

"Sister Zhang, I want to sell my job."

Zhang Wenying lowered her voice.

"There are quite a few people who want my job, so I'm thinking of selling it and doing something else."

"What?

Selling jobs!

Sister Zhang was extremely surprised.

Seeing that no one was around, she leaned close to Zhang Wenying's ear and said, "Are you crazy?"

This is a secure job!

Many educated youth have returned to the city, and many workplaces are so busy that many people are so anxious about not being able to find work that they have developed blisters in their mouths.

You, on the contrary, are actively pushing your rice bowl away?

I think you've lost your mind!

In the workplace, Sister Zhang and Zhang Wenying had the best relationship, and Zhang Wenying liked to talk to Sister Zhang about everything.

"Sister Zhang, I'm serious."

I know your niece is 22 years old this year. She failed the college entrance examination last year and has been unemployed at home ever since.

If you trust me, I'll sell this job to her.

The price will be based on the market price.

"Eighteen thousand, not a penny less."

Sister Zhang froze, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her apron: "Eighteen thousand?"

Zhang Wenying, are you kidding me?

Are you really going to sell your job?

I really didn't ask for more than 1,800 yuan for a job.

Last year, a position at her husband's company paid 2,300 yuan.

The main problem is that there are too many wolves and not enough meat right now, so jobs are in high demand.

"Yes, it's for sale, I'm not kidding."

I've come to terms with it. Rather than staying in that house, I'd rather get a divorce and live alone with my daughter.

If you don't want this job, I'll go ask Sister Liu.

Sister Zhang stared at her for a long time, then suddenly sighed: "You used to be so submissive, but today you seem like a completely different person."

However, that's how women should be: don't keep your grievances bottled up inside; fight when you should fight, and cut ties when you should cut ties.

"Since you're really going to sell this job, then I'll take it for my niece!"

This is a godsend!

My niece is already quite old. Without a job, she's finding it hard to even find a decent partner, let alone get married and start a family.

Now that she has this job, her niece can come and complete the formalities tomorrow.

"Then it's settled."

"Once I get the money tomorrow, I'll transfer the job to your niece."

On this day, both Sister Zhang and Zhang Wenying were very excited.

However, plans often go awry.

In the evening, Zhang Wenying picked up her daughter, and the two of them ate out again before leisurely walking home.

Li Wenjuan touched her round belly and felt like she was dreaming.

In the past, all the good food in the family went to her three older brothers, and she only got the leftovers.

But today, her mother took her to eat a bowl of hot plain noodles, with two poached eggs on top.

At noon, she even ordered fried meatballs, which smelled so good that she almost bit her tongue off.

She wanted to get close to her mother and tell her how much she loved her mother... but as soon as she reached out, she timidly withdrew her hand, afraid that the dream would shatter at the slightest touch.

The streetlights had just come on, and tiny dust particles floated in the dim, yellowish glow.

Zhang Wenying reached out and wrapped her daughter's cold little hand in her own palm. She didn't say anything, but a gentle smile clearly appeared in the corners of her eyes and brows—like the first crack of spring ice, silent yet enough to shatter decades-old frozen soil.

My dear daughter, in this life, Mom will never let you go hungry again, nor will I ever lose you again.

The two walked in silence, the only sound the soft rustling of their shoes against the cobblestones, each step measuring the ground beneath their feet with a steady and grounded feel.

When they returned to the courtyard, the whole place was noisy and crowded with onlookers.

"Hey, make way! Zhang Wenying's back!"

The onlookers automatically parted to make way, like the tide receding to both sides.

Zhang Wenying held her daughter's hand tightly and stepped steadily into the courtyard.

"Young lady, hurry home and take a look."

The Pan family says you hit their children, and they're throwing a tantrum at your house.

"Yes, everyone around here knows that Sister Li loves her three sons the most. Why would she ruin their wedding for no reason?"

"Really?"

"Li Lao Er and Pan Wenfang are so close they're practically inseparable, how could this marriage fall through?"

Zhang Wenying didn't respond, but gently shielded her daughter behind her, frowning as she looked at Pan's mother, Xia Hongjuan, who was sitting on the ground looking like she was going crazy.

When Xia Hongjuan saw Zhang Wenying come in, she immediately became excited, got up and rushed towards Zhang Wenying.

"You old bitch, you dare come back? I'll tear you to pieces!"

Zhang Wenying didn't even dodge; she smashed the enamel mug she was carrying all over Xia Hongjuan.

The blow sent Xia Hongjuan scrambling to cover her head, and several large bumps immediately appeared on her head.

Seeing his wife getting the short end of the stick, Mr. Pan wanted to help, but was stopped by an old neighbor: "What are you doing, a grown man, getting involved in a fight between two women?"

Zhang Wenying harbors a resentment deeper than a ghost!

In her past life, it was this family of scoundrels who instigated Pan Xiaofang to disrespect her mother-in-law, and even took whatever they saw from her shop.

Some people say that her daughter's disappearance is largely related to Pan Xiaoming.

But she couldn't find any evidence.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, she will not let this family off the hook!

"Old bastard?"

Who is the jerk?

I think your whole family are despicable people!

I haven't even had a chance to deal with you yet, and you've already jumped out to your deaths!

"What, your daughter has such a bad reputation that she can't get married, so you insist on giving her to my son who's got a brain full of chicken droppings?"

Pan Xiaofang, her eyes red, glared at Zhang Wenying, who was exerting all her strength. Not daring to approach and invite a fight herself, she shoved Li Wenjun, saying, "You bastard, say something!"

She's already Li Wenjun's woman, so who else could she marry if not Li Wenjun!

Li Wenjun quickly stepped forward to pull his mother away.

"Mom! Stop making a scene!"

Don't you think our family is shameful enough?

He made a scene yesterday, and he's making a scene again today. People are pointing fingers at him so much that he can hardly hold his head up anymore!

Zhang Wenying slapped Li Wenjun across the face with her backhand.

The crisp sound seemed to freeze the air for a moment.

Zhang Wenying coldly looked at her second son, then pointed to the mess in the yard: "Open your dog eyes and see clearly whose house this is, and who is making trouble here."

The Pan family came knocking on our door, and you didn't dare utter a single word, yet you accused me of causing trouble?

Why didn't you stop that old shrew when she charged at me?

Now that you see that old shrew getting the short end of the stick, you suddenly want to stand up for her and be a good guy?