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

Li Xiaojuan collected three sets of comic books, and seeing a roasted sweet potato vendor nearby, she went over and bought one.

Holding the hot roasted sweet potato in her hands, she tore off the charred skin and took a bite, the sweet and sticky aroma spreading in the night breeze.

Han Jun stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked up to Li Xiaojuan with malicious intent, blocking her way.

Li Xiaojuan looked up at him coldly, still chewing on a sweet potato.

"Isn't this Comrade Li?"

What's wrong? Didn't you eat dinner tonight?

Doesn't your mother own a restaurant?

Why didn't I leave you a bite?

I've told you long ago that your mother favors boys over girls. No wonder she won't treat you well if you divorce and go back to your family.

The South Korean soldier smiled sarcastically, his eyes filled with provocation.

"I heard this stuff is usually used by farmers to feed pigs, but you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit."

Li Xiaojuan swallowed the sweet potato in her mouth and replied slowly, her eyes full of contempt.

"Your South Korean army is not even as good as pigs now. You naturally have no right to eat such good food."

What, is your family so poor that you can't even afford a roasted sweet potato?

Get out of here!

Don't think that just because you approach me and strike up a conversation, I'll treat you to something nice.

Han Jun choked, looking at Li Xiaojuan in disbelief.

His original intention was to embarrass Li Xiaojuan in front of others, make her lose face, and then make her cry in grievance. Then he would be generous and give her a way out, so that she could come back to his side.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiaojuan was not angered by him; instead, she silenced him with her retort.

"You..." Han Jun's face turned red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and people around him stopped to watch the commotion.

Today, Li Xiaojuan wore a long, glossy black braid that reached all the way down to her waist.

She wore a fitted long dress that accentuated her shapely figure.

Li Xiaojuan stood under the dim light, a bit of burnt sweet potato skin still stuck to the corner of her mouth, but she didn't look disheveled at all. Instead, she exuded an indescribable composure and efficiency.

Seeing her like this, Han Jun felt his anger burn even brighter.

That damn woman, she's already married, why is she still dressed so provocatively? Who is she trying to seduce?

"Li Xiaojuan, have some self-awareness."

"Your legs are so thick, why are you wearing a skirt?"

Everyone present focused their attention on Li Xiaojuan's legs, but no one thought her legs were thick; on the contrary, they thought the dress made her look even better.

Li Xiaojuan wasn't angry; she bent down and looked at the items on the roadside stall.

"Song Yuzhen's legs aren't thick, it's a pity. This dress I'm wearing costs ten yuan, are you willing to buy it for her?"

Han Jun's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't utter a single word—Song Yuzhen was constantly clamoring for new clothes, and the little money he had in his pocket had long been emptied. Let alone a ten-yuan dress, he might not even be willing to buy a three-yuan coarse cloth jacket.

A burst of laughter erupted around them, and someone shouted, "Han Jun, Li Xiaojuan is right! You can't even afford a roasted sweet potato, yet you're spouting nonsense!"

Han Jun wished he could disappear into the ground, glaring fiercely at Li Xiaojuan through gritted teeth: "You just wait, don't get cocky!"

Li Xiaojuan didn't even lift her eyelids. She casually picked up an enamel mug and said nonchalantly, "I'm waiting. Show me what you've got."

Seeing the Han army being thoroughly humiliated, Song Yuzhen, who was hiding in the shadows, was so angry that she ran out from the shadows.

"Did the South Korean military say something wrong?"

"You dress like this, aren't you just out here trying to seduce people? A married woman, and you still have no self-control!" Li Xiaojuan slowly put down a snuff bottle, patted the ash off her hands, looked up at Song Yuzhen, and curled up a half-smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry, I don't have much experience in this area."

"But you're so experienced. Why don't you teach me how to seduce other people's men?"

These two bastards are trying to smear her in front of others, so she'll show them who's more shameful.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

When did I seduce someone else's man?

Song Yuzhen's expression changed, and her voice became shrill, but she clearly lacked confidence.

"You couldn't tolerate your widowed sister-in-law and nephew as soon as you entered the family, and even divorced Han Jun because of it."

A divorced woman should stay at home and reflect on her mistakes, not dress up and go out for a stroll.

It's already 9 p.m.

"Look around, what respectable woman is still wandering around outside at this hour?"

Song Yuzhen became more and more excited as she spoke, and her spittle almost splashed onto Li Xiaojuan's face.

Li Xiaojuan calmly moved half a step to the side, avoiding her spittle, and said in her unhurried tone: "What's wrong with nine o'clock? There are still so many people on the street at nine o'clock. Is it illegal for me to go out for a stroll?"

"But you, a widowed sister-in-law, are always chasing after your brother-in-law, as if you're afraid others won't know about your shady affair?"

As soon as Li Xiaojuan finished speaking, another burst of laughter erupted around her. Song Yuzhen's face turned bright red.

"You...you're bullying me!"

"I'm bullying you? You started this trouble first." Li Xiaojuan patted the corner of her clothes and turned to leave, but Song Yuzhen grabbed her sleeve.

"Li Xiaojuan, your waistline seems to have gotten bigger."

"You wouldn't happen to be cheating on your husband with someone outside the South Korean military and getting pregnant with an illegitimate child, would you?"

Song Yuzhen was full of malice.

If this little bitch won't let her have an easy time, then she won't have an easy time either!

Li Xiaojuan pulled out her sleeve, slowly adjusted her collar, then patted her flat stomach, her tone playful: "Bastard?"

Are you talking about yourself?

You probably don't even know whose children your two sons are, do you?

As for what's in my belly, that's a midnight snack I prepared for you and Han Jun. When you're too hungry to sleep one night, I'll personally bring it to your bedside so you can have a good taste."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers burst into even louder laughter, and some even whistled.

Song Yuzhen had never been humiliated like this before. She trembled with rage, reaching out her claws to scratch Li Xiaojuan's face while cursing, "You slut! I'll tear your mouth apart today!"

Li Xiaojuan was prepared and dodged to the side. Song Yuzhen missed her target, lost her balance, and stumbled several steps forward, almost falling to the ground. Han Jun quickly reached out to support her, pointing fiercely at Li Xiaojuan and yelling, "Li Xiaojuan, don't go too far!"

Li Xiaojuan raised an eyebrow and sneered: "Excessive? This is nothing. If you dare to act wildly in front of me again, I'll expose your dirty deeds to your workplace and let the leaders judge whether you two should be paraded through the streets."

And what gives you the audacity to complain about my thick legs? Aren't you just envious of my thick legs?

The people around burst into laughter, their malicious gazes fixed on Han Jun's crotch.

The South Korean soldier's face turned red.

"You...you shameless!"

When did Li Xiaojuan become so vulgar?