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

Mother He's face stiffened for a moment, then she straightened up again: "Your father and I are here taking care of your child. Buying groceries and cooking all require money."

Your dad smokes occasionally, and I buy medicine when I have a headache or fever; both of these things cost money.

Unlike what you said, there's not much left.

Besides, I've raised you all these years, shouldn't you give me some pocket money?

"That's not how it works. The forty yuan that Li Wenhan and I give you each month is enough for the living expenses of several people in our family. After deducting the cost of groceries, isn't the rest enough for your pocket money?"

My third brother needs the bride price urgently, so you should contribute something. I can't possibly pay for it all myself, can I?

This isn't her son's wedding.

As soon as He Caifeng finished speaking, her mother exploded: "You heartless bastard!"

I raised you with all my heart, feeding you and sending you to school, and now you're turning around and holding me accountable?

"What secret savings do I have? All the money is spent on your family!"

Mother He plopped down on the ground, slapped her thigh, and began to wail: "Why am I so unlucky? I raised such an ungrateful daughter who doesn't even recognize her mother now that she's grown up!"

I can't go on living like this anymore!

As soon as the commotion started, the neighbors heard it and peered through their doors.

He Caifeng was both angry and ashamed, her face flushed red. She went up to pull her mother up, saying, "Mom, get up! What kind of behavior is this? People will laugh at us!"

"I won't get up! If you don't give me this money today, I'll die in your house!"

Let the neighbors all be the judge and see how unfilial you are as a daughter!

Mother He forcefully shook off her hand and cried even louder.

Looking at her mother throwing a tantrum, He Caifeng felt a chill run up her spine. It turned out that her mother had planned everything from the beginning. No matter whether she had money or not, she had to pay this money today. If she didn't, she would be unfilial and ungrateful.

Her lips trembled for a long time before she finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mom, are you trying to force me to my death?"

While things were raging on this side, Li Wenhai went to Zhang Wenying's shop.

It was lunchtime, and both stalls were bustling with people, their food steaming hot.

As Li Wenhai smelled the enticing aroma of braised meat, his stomach rumbled twice, much to his dismay.

He watched as his mother deftly sliced ​​braised meat, serving customers and serving food, keeping herself extremely busy.

He stood by the open counter, grabbed a piece of braised meat, and put it in his mouth.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Wenying slapped his hand: "Go back to your house for dinner! There's no room for you here!"

Unable to resist the salty and savory flavor, Li Wenhai grabbed another piece, chewing as he said, "Mom, why did you hit me?"

Zhang Wenying rolled her eyes at him disdainfully.

"You've probably forgotten that we're no longer a family."

I will not live in your Li family's house, nor will I eat your Li family's food, and you should not eat mine either.

"Mom, what are you saying?"

Even if you and Dad get divorced, you will always be my mom, and I will always be your son.

Zhang Wenying ignored him and focused on her work.

If she had been reborn twenty years earlier, she wouldn't have married Li Jianguo, nor would she have had these three sons.

"Mom, don't be angry."

Dean Shen thinks highly of me, saying I've performed well lately and he plans to let me learn more from him.

As Li Wenhai spoke, he observed his mother's expression.

Dean Shen used to completely ignore him, but now he's taking the initiative to mentor him, which shows that he's indeed working hard, but his mother's influence also plays a part.

If his mother could put in a good word for him, his path with Dean Shen would be smoother.

Zhang Wenying didn't even look up.

"You should strive to seize any opportunities you have."

He had no chance of her helping him get in through connections.

What she hates most in her life is people who climb the social ladder through connections, and she would never let her son become like that.

Even if she could help, she wouldn't.

That's an ingrate.

"mom······"

"Alright, stop dawdling here."

Zhang Wenying arranged the sliced ​​braised meat on a plate and glanced at him.

"If you're really serious about it, then work hard and stop trying to take shortcuts."

I look down on your father's skills, and you shouldn't try to learn them either.

Li Wenhai left with a face full of resentment.

Li Jianguo, with his hair in a mess and looking unkempt, sat in the yard, clutching a bottle of cheap liquor, his eyes glazed over from drinking.

These past few days, he's been all alone at home as soon as he opens his eyes. There's no breakfast on the table, no hot soup in the pot, and no one to talk to.

This made him feel uneasy all over, and he felt empty inside, as if something had ripped a piece out of him.

Before the divorce, Zhang Wenying kept the house in perfect order, so there would be hot meals waiting for him when he came home. Although her three sons were a bit of a handful, the house was always lively.

But now? It's deserted and quiet. Forget about eating, you even have to boil your own water if you want a cup of hot water.

He took a swig of liquor, which burned his throat, but he felt that the pain was better than the emptiness he felt.

How can you get a divorce?

You're so old, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?

That old woman is a real handful; she'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles if you don't discipline her for three days straight.

He grew angrier and angrier, and smashed the bottle on the ground, shards of glass scattering everywhere.

Despite all the cursing, the emptiness in my heart could never be filled.

If only we hadn't gotten divorced...

Zhang Wenying was very busy, and Li Xiaojuan was just as busy.

The clothes there are quite nice in both style and quality.

There are many styles of clothing suitable for this era.

Especially the denim jeans and floral shirts, as well as several floral dresses, are brightly colored but not tacky, and the fabric feels soft to the touch.

There were also hair clips, hair ornaments, and various small accessories, all lined up in a row, sparkling and very appealing.

Her business is incredibly profitable.

On this day, while she was busy organizing the goods, a figure blocked the light from the doorway.

She looked up and was surprised to see Han Jun, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

At this time, the South Korean soldier had a stubble beard, had lost a lot of weight, and had sunken eyes, looking very dejected.

"Xiaojuan..." Han Jun's voice was hoarse, with a hint of pleading.

"I...I want to talk to you."

Li Xiaojuan didn't stop what she was doing, but only glanced at him indifferently: "What's there to talk about? What's there for us to talk about?"

The thought of herself and her in-laws sharing a room, listening to the embarrassing noises from the flimsy bed, filled her with resentment.

There was also the salary she gave to her husband's family after marriage. She felt like a fool, wandering around that so-called home for several years.

Their combined salaries are at least a hundred.

Where can't you rent a decent place?

But this man let her suffer in that house, and even gave half of his salary to his sister-in-law.

The more she thought about it, the colder she felt. How could she have been so blind to have fallen for such a man?