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

The old general frowned as he looked at Song Can.

"You've overstepped your bounds."

The old general put down his chopsticks, his tone not harsh, but carrying an undeniable authority.

"Mingyuan knows what he's doing. You're an outsider, so don't meddle."

Zhang Yurou is the child of one of his subordinates.

That year, Zhang Yurou's father sacrificed his life in a mission. The old general, remembering their past relationship, always treated her as half a daughter.

He publicly claimed that the child was his adopted daughter, but he did not go through the adoption procedures; he only verbally cared for her.

Zhang Yurou is also smart and never oversteps her bounds, except when it comes to Shen Mingyuan's affairs, she can't help but talk too much.

What Song Can did back then is something that no one can forgive.

Now that Shen Mingyuan has gotten back up, it's not that easy to turn back.

Zhang Yurou turned pale at the old general's words, her lips moved but she didn't dare to speak again.

But thinking of that house, she gritted her teeth and after a long while said, "Dad, I didn't mean any harm."

I just don't want to see Mingyuan all alone, and Sister Songcan has always been thinking about him too.

As you know, at Mingyuan's age, he needs someone to take care of him.

The old general put his chopsticks down on the table, his tone turning cold: "I told you, this is Mingyuan's own business, it's none of your concern."

Zhang Yurou hadn't expected the old general to be so ruthless towards her. Her face flushed red instantly, and she stood there helplessly, clutching her skirt, unable to utter a word for a long time. After a while, she managed to force a smile and whispered, "Then, Dad, I'll go back now and come see you again tomorrow."

As she left, she glanced at Shen Mingyuan with resentment, but Shen Mingyuan was only focused on refilling the old general's tea and didn't spare her a single glance. She could only grit her teeth, close the door, and leave.

Old man, how clean can the food from a small restaurant be?

There's a small restaurant right at the corner of her street.

The floor and walls were grimy, and the chefs' clothes, aprons, and even their hair were greasy. The edges of the pots and stoves were covered with thick grease, making it an unappetizing sight.

The people coming in and out of the small restaurant are all rough men in work clothes, covered in sweat, and have no semblance of dignity.

How clean could the restaurant that Song Mingyuan went to be?

She'll see if the old man can still laugh when he gets sick from eating it.

Shen Mingyuan glanced in the direction Zhang Yurou had left, a fleeting hint of mockery in his eyes.

Everyone in the compound says that Zhang Yurou is filial and sensible.

In his eyes, Zhang Yurou was nothing more than a shrewd and calculating person.

He's being overly fussy, constantly emphasizing that food from outside isn't clean.

She just wants to establish herself as a "filial daughter" in front of outsiders, so that people will think she is very filial.

But in reality, anyone with eyes can see what she's really up to.

The old general treated her well, but she always tried to use that relationship to interfere in other people's affairs.

To put it bluntly, this kind of person just loves to pretend.

This is the kind of person he despises the most.

On the surface, she appears gentle and considerate, but behind the scenes, she is scheming and cunning, with more tricks than a lotus seedpod.

Actually, her surname wasn't Zhang before.

The old general took care of her but never thought of changing her surname.

She brought up the idea of ​​changing her surname herself.

She was all alone and destitute. The old general was her second parent. She changed her surname to Zhang, and people who didn't know the truth would think she was the old general's only child, and would naturally think more highly of her.

That was a brilliant move she made.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful her chess moves were, they couldn't hide the little scheme in her heart.

The room finally quieted down. The old general sighed and gestured to the sofa for Shen Mingyuan to sit down: "Don't take her seriously."

I've ruined this child.

But she's not a bad person at heart, just a bit too eager for quick success.

Shen Mingyuan sat down, leaned forward slightly, and said, "General, I don't mind."

Song Can and I haven't seen each other for over ten years. The man she married was her choice, and I don't need to fuss about it anymore.

He paused, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Let bygones be bygones."

Right now, I just want to focus on doing the things in front of me well and don't want to let those old things distract me anymore.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Mingyuan continued, "Will you still hold your birthday banquet this year?"

"manage."

The old general did not hesitate.

"Every year I make a big fuss and publish notices in the newspapers so that my wife and children can see it and know that this old man who has let them down is still alive and waiting for them to come back."

Shen Mingyuan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Then I'll help you arrange it. I guarantee I'll find you someone with excellent cooking skills so you can eat to your heart's content."

The old general waved his hand, but his gaze was somewhat distant: "Whether the cooking skills are good or not is secondary."

I just want to...see them one more time..."

He had waited for this day for decades.

Looking at the old general's graying temples, Shen Mingyuan felt a pang of sadness.

Waiting is the most agonizing thing.

Especially the waiting with no end in sight.

He gently patted the old general's hand, his tone gentle yet firm: "Don't worry, they will definitely come back."

Blood is thicker than water; this bond cannot be severed. Upon hearing this, the old general's eyes reddened slightly, but he forced himself not to shed tears, simply nodding and whispering, "I hope so."

He didn't even know if the person he was waiting for, or his own flesh and blood, was still alive...

Zhang Wenying was busy until 9 p.m. before she closed her shop.

When they got home, they saw their eldest son and daughter-in-law, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, carrying a large pile of things.

Zhang Wenying pouted.

One doesn't visit the temple without a reason.

The fact that this couple came to visit at this time is like a weasel paying New Year's respects to a chicken—they're up to no good.

"mom."

He Caifeng is still quite afraid of Zhang Wenying.

In the past, Zhang Wenying was submissive and would only swallow her anger no matter how much she was bullied.

But ever since that last commotion, Zhang Wenying seems like a completely different person, making it difficult for her, as her daughter-in-law, to cope.

She forced a smile and put the things she had brought on the table: "Mom, Wenhai and I bought you and Grandma two new outfits at the department store, along with some malted milk powder and canned food. Please take a look and see if you like them."

Zhang Wenying glanced at the things on the table, but didn't rush to reply. Instead, she slowly took off her coat and hung it up before speaking unhurriedly: "You're very thoughtful."

Please sit down.

He Caifeng and He Wenhai exchanged a glance and sat down cautiously.

"mom."

Li Wenhai was nudged by He Caifeng's elbow, and he forced himself to say, "Mom, we were wrong about what happened before, please don't take it to heart."

Li Wenhai rubbed his hands together, his voice lowering slightly.