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

Li Wenhai felt that he was a college student and had a natural advantage.

But Dean Shen just wouldn't give him the time of day, this "college student," and wouldn't even give him a second glance.

This made Li Wenhai increasingly frustrated, yet he was helpless.

Fuming with anger, on her way home, she ran into Aunt Wang, her neighbor from the old house.

"Wenhai, I heard that you didn't pay a single penny for your mother's medical expenses when she was hospitalized?"

"You're her own son! How could you be so heartless?"

As soon as Aunt Wang saw me, she bombarded me with questions.

"You are really unfilial."

No wonder your mother doesn't want to live with you anymore and doesn't want to serve you.

You two are both so calculating, even scheming against your own mother. It's truly disheartening.

Li Wenhai's face turned pale and then red after being told off by Aunt Wang. He said directly, "Aunt Wang, what you said was a bit harsh."

What do you mean my mom doesn't want to take care of us anymore? She's my mom, how could I be unfilial to her?

"Are you filial to her?"

If you're so filial, why would she not want you?

Besides, hasn't your mother been taking care of your whole family all these years?

Think about it carefully. From the time you were born until now, who has been cooking for your family?

Who washed the clothes?

Who bought the rice, flour, and cooking oil?

Who takes care of the cleaning inside and outside the house?

Is it easy for your mother to manage this family all these years?

You're quite something, you've married a wife and forgotten your mother, you can't even afford to pay for her medical expenses, and you still have the nerve to call yourself filial?

Furthermore, you and your father shouldn't covet the little money and possessions your mother and grandmother earned through their hard work.

Before you try to take advantage of Zhang Wenying's valuable possessions, think about how hard your mother worked.

Li Wenhai was speechless after being confronted by Aunt Wang's barrage of words, and his face turned bright red.

"Aunt Wang, isn't every mother like this? My mom is willing, she's happy to take care of us, what's wrong with that?"

Besides, we all have to go to work and school, isn't doing housework my mom's duty?

Li Wenhai stiffened his neck, but his voice was clearly lacking in confidence.

"Duty? Your mother gave birth to you, raised you, and has to take care of your whole family. Is that her duty?"

I think you've wasted your education! Your own mother is sick and hospitalized, and you don't contribute a single penny, yet you have the nerve to say it's your duty?

How shameless!

Aunt Wang spat out the words with a look of disdain and swayed away, leaving Li Wenhai standing there, his face turning pale and then red, his chest feeling tight and suffocated.

He never expected that he would be blocked and scolded by Aunt Wang when he went home from get off work. If this got out, how could he face people in the future?

Gritting his teeth, Li Wenhai returned home heavily, carrying his briefcase. As soon as he entered, he saw He Caifeng sitting in a chair, sulking. Upon seeing him, she immediately asked, "Did you go to see your mother?"

We absolutely have to get one of those tenement buildings back.

Li Wenhai slammed his briefcase on the table in annoyance and said coldly, "All you ever think about is money and houses. If you're so capable, why don't you get your work unit to approve it for you?"

Do you know what my neighbors say about me?

They said I was unfilial to my mother because I wouldn't even pay for her medical expenses when she was hospitalized.

I said, can you and your mother stop arguing all the time about squeezing out what little money my mother has to help your brother get married?

"Now the whole alley knows we schemed against our own mother! I've lost all face!"

Upon hearing this, He Caifeng immediately threw her water glass on the table, stood up, and raised her voice: "What? You're blaming me for this?"

Zhang Wenying already had money. What's wrong with her helping us out as a mother?

Besides, isn't she perfectly fine now?

"A hospital stay doesn't cost much, and the Wang family even gave a large sum for the hospital fees. What is she complaining about?"

"It doesn't cost much, and she's my mom, not your He family's ATM!"

Li Wenhai's pent-up anger suddenly flared up. "Your mother is blocking the house and making a scene every day. Now everyone in the area knows that I, Li Wenhai, am an unfilial son."

If this gets back to my workplace, how will I ever be able to hold my head up again?

When it comes to performance evaluations and promotions, reputation is always a factor.

And you, for your brother's little troubles, are pushing me into a fire pit!

Dean Shen used to quite like me, but I guess he's stopped liking me because of his family issues. That assistant position is definitely out of the question. Are you satisfied now?

The couple started arguing over a minor disagreement, turning their small house into a chaotic mess. The neighbors could hear the sounds of pots and pans being smashed and bowls being broken, and they all shook their heads and sighed, saying that this family was never going to have a peaceful day.

Zhang Wenying paid no attention to their messy affairs and was busy with her own shop.

She greeted the guests while deftly cutting meat, a gentle smile always on her face.

Since she figured it out, she felt much more relaxed and stopped worrying about those upsetting things.

The old lady didn't do any heavy work; she just helped collect money.

The old lady, who could barely read, was a master at accounting; with her fingers flying across the page, she collected and gave change without missing a single penny.

Sister Wang and Sister Liu shuttled between the two shops, clearing away dishes. They were so busy that their feet barely touched the ground, but they both had smiles on their faces.

There was a long line of customers waiting outside the shop to buy braised pork.

Zhang Wenying wished she had two more hands.

When Li Wenbing and Li Xiaomei returned home from school, they saw this bustling scene.

They were already used to it, so they quickly washed their hands and went inside to help out.

Zhang Wenying looked up unintentionally and saw Shen Mingyuan standing at the back of the crowd.

She paused for a moment, then smiled and waved to him, "Dean Shen, what brings you here? Please come in and have a seat."

He doesn't need to queue when he comes to eat.

Shen Mingyuan was carrying a net bag with two aluminum lunch boxes inside.

"I'm not eating at the restaurant today; I'm taking it to visit an acquaintance."

His smile was gentle, and his weathered brows held a rare ease, making him seem approachable. Yet, his face remained refined and handsome, exuding a scholarly air that drew frequent glances from some women.

Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous little shop could attract such a distinguished person?

Zhang Wenying immediately asked, "Would Comrade Shen like a rice bowl or braised pork?"

"Two servings of braised beef rice will do."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Zhang Wenying quickly packed two bowls of rice, then packed a box of vegetarian dishes and two braised eggs into a lunchbox.

"Eating only braised food can be a bit greasy. It's better to have some vegetables and braised eggs to make it more nutritionally balanced."

Shen Mingyuan smiled and said, "You're always so thoughtful."

He took the lunchbox and then took out some money from his pocket and handed it over.

Zhang Wenying quickly waved her hand: "Comrade Shen, the money you gave me for the meal is more than enough, there's no need to give me any extra money."

Shen Mingyuan wanted to decline, but seeing that Zhang Wenying was extremely busy, he didn't insist anymore. He smiled, thanked her, picked up the lunchbox, and turned to leave.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of a drab, gray tenement building.

He got off the bus with his lunchbox, climbed up to the third floor as if he knew the way well, stopped in front of a wooden door with peeling paint, and knocked on the door.