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

As Pan Wenfang spoke, her voice choked up again, and tears slid down her cheeks, stopping precisely at the corner of her mouth.

"But you also know that the person I truly love is you."

You are tall and imposing, with a handsome appearance.

"I originally planned to break up with Wang Dabao after I got the job, but who knew he would be so difficult to deal with and even threaten me..." she said, her body trembling slightly, as if she was really frightened.

"He said that if I didn't go with him, he would... he would kill my whole family..."

"Brother Wenjun, I wanted to help you that day, but I didn't dare offend Wang Dabao. I was afraid he might do something crazy..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, as if all her strength had been drained away. She threw herself into Li Wenjun's arms and cried uncontrollably.

The crying was so heart-wrenching that it brought tears to the eyes of those who heard it and saddened those who saw it, as if Li Wenjun's refusal to forgive her made him the most cold-blooded and heartless man in the world.

Zhang Wenying covered her forehead.

Oh no, the second son, with his love-struck mind, is definitely going to fall for her.

Sure enough, Li Wenjun slowly raised his hand and gently placed it on her trembling shoulder, his voice hoarse and low: "Don't cry, I don't blame you."

"If you're willing, I'll marry you after I'm discharged from the hospital..."

Zhang Wenying felt utterly hopeless again.

This fool is completely under Pan Wenfang's thumb.

Even if Pan Wenfang buys him, he still has to help her count the money.

Fortunately, this is not the future.

If this were in later generations, this fool would be the perfect "piglet" for scam gangs in northern Myanmar, being sold off and then forced to count the money for them.

Pan Wenfang sat up, looking at Li Wenjun with teary eyes.

His face was filled with sorrow, but his heart was filled with contempt.

Fool, if she really liked him, she would have shamelessly stayed at the Li family's house that time.

What Pan Wenfang wanted was never this kind of honest and simple man, but a sugar daddy who could bring her real benefits.

"Brother Wenjun, you're so good to me..."

She lowered her head, her voice as soft as melting honey.

"Brother Wenjun, I also want to marry you, but I don't have a job. If I marry you, people will laugh at me, and I will also be a burden to you."

Also, my parents and younger brother are still being held in the police station.

If they have a stain on their record, it will affect your future promotion and career prospects.

Brother Wenjun, could you please help me get my family out of here? As long as they're alright, I can focus on finding a job, and once I have one, we'll get married.

Even if your family doesn't give a single penny of dowry, I'm still willing to spend my whole life with you.

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Li Wenjun, her voice as soft as melted sugar: "Brother Wenjun, you are the best person I have ever met in my life, and I will never let you down."

Zhang Wenying stole a glance at the appalling scene in the ward, and her stomach churned.

She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to rush in and pull Pan Wenfang out of Li Wenjun's arms.

If the second son remains obstinate, then let him get out!

He won't get a job, and he won't get a house. Let him and Pan Wenfang starve.

Li Wenjun looked at Pan Wenfang in his arms, his heart softened, but a faint clarity flashed in his eyes.

He patted her back gently, his voice still warm: "Wenfang, since you truly like me, let's get our marriage certificate first, and then we'll figure out a way to help your family."

Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any injustice.

Pan Wenfang's body stiffened slightly, then softened again, her voice carrying a hint of grievance: "Brother Wenjun, don't you believe me?"

You can get a marriage certificate anytime, but my parents and brother are still suffering in the police station.

I can't rest easy until they come out.

"Get them out of here first. I promise, as soon as they're out, we'll get our marriage certificate. I won't back out."

This idiot, how did he become so cunning?

Should we get a marriage certificate with him?

What a joke.

She's been stringing Li Wenjun along for two years, never even considering getting a marriage certificate with him.

Even during that wedding, she wanted to see Zhang Wenying trampled under her feet and lose face.

Why did that old shrew keep stopping Li Wenjun from being nice to her?

Getting a marriage certificate? Wouldn't that really tie you down completely?

What Pan Wenfang wanted was freedom and the opportunity to climb the social ladder, not to waste her entire life on a fool.

"Brother Wenjun, my parents aren't here, how can I be in the mood to go get a marriage certificate with you?"

Marriage is a major event in a person's life, and I don't want my parents to be absent.

"Please help me get them out of here first. The happiness I want most is for them to see us walk into the neighborhood office."

She looked up, her eyes slightly red, her voice choked with sobs, "Brother Wenjun, how can you bear to let me marry you with such regrets?"

Brother Wenjun, please help me.

Pan Wenfang's voice was choked with sobs as she gently tugged at Li Wenjun's clothes.

"I promise that as long as my parents and brother are out safely, I will go with you to get our marriage certificate immediately, without delaying even a day."

You can trust me; I, Pan Wenfang, keep my word.

Pan Wenfang is a master at navigating relationships with several men; it would be a piece of cake for her to win over a fool like Li Wenjun.

She sneered inwardly, but her face appeared even more pitiful, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Brother Wenjun, you are my last resort."

As she spoke, she buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "If you don't care about me, I really don't know what to do."

Her voice trembled just right, like a startled fawn, making one feel an irresistible tenderness.

Li Wenjun's eyes were filled with complex emotions. Just when Zhang Wenying thought this fool was about to be overwhelmed, he suddenly pushed Pan Wenfang away gently, his tone calm but with an undeniable coldness: "Wenfang, I like you very much too, but liking someone doesn't mean indulging them without limits."

Since you don't want to get a marriage certificate with me right now, let's wait until your parents come out.

I'm tired, you can go now.

Li Wenjun turned away, no longer looking at her.

Pan Wenfang stood there, stunned, her face still wet with tears, but a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

She never expected that Li Wenjun would actually refuse her.

In the past, no matter how outrageous her requests were, Li Wenjun would always agree without hesitation. Even if she asked him to do something small, or even to give her his heart, he would hand it over without a second thought.

What's going on today? Is the sun really going to rise in the west?

She steadied herself, squeezed out a few more tears, and reached out to touch Li Wenjun's arm: "Brother Wenjun..."

You can hit me or yell at me, just don't ignore me...

The next moment, Li Wenjun slapped her across the face, the crisp sound echoing in the room.

Pan Wenfang was completely stunned, covering her face and looking at him in disbelief.

Li Wenjun remained expressionless, his tone as cold as ice: "This is your request, and I must fulfill it."