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

Shen Mo quickly took Zhang Wenying's hand and said gently, "Auntie, please don't be so polite. I just happened to be passing by there after school, and I couldn't just ignore it."

I was just a little late, and I'm sorry my younger sister and brother had to go through that.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, appearing calm and reliable. Looking at his handsome appearance, Zhang Wenying was filled with gratitude and immediately said, "Shen Mo, come home with us quickly. Auntie will cook a table full of delicious food to thank you. If it weren't for you today, our family would be finished."

Shen Mo initially wanted to decline, but he couldn't resist Zhang Wenying's insistence on inviting him, so he eventually went home with her.

As Li Xiaomei walked behind Shen Mo, looking at his tall and straight back, she touched the coat draped over her shoulders that still held his warmth, and her cheeks quietly flushed.

This was the first time a stranger had protected her so unconditionally.

Back home, Zhang Wenying quickly got to work, and the aroma of food soon filled the kitchen.

Shen Mo sat in the living room. Li Wenbing had changed into clean clothes. Although his face was still injured, he looked much better and was clumsily pouring water for Shen Mo.

"Brother Shen, have some water." Li Wenbing handed over the cup, his tone filled with the awkwardness and gratitude typical of a young man.

Shen Mo took the water glass.

"Thank you." He took a sip, his gaze gently sweeping over the injuries on Li Wenbing's face.

"Rest well these next few days and don't let the wound get wet."

"Yes, I got it." Li Wenbing nodded vigorously, then, as if remembering something, lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Shen, you...you've practiced this before, right?"

Shen Mo nodded.

"Most of my family members are in the military. I learned a little bit from my father and uncles since I was a child."

"That's amazing!" Li Wenbing's eyes sparkled. "Brother Shen, that kick you just did was just as cool as Bruce Lee's in the movies."

Shen Mo was amused by him and waved his hand, saying, "I've only learned a few fancy moves. If we're really in danger, being able to run fast is more useful than anything else."

The meal left Shen Mo feeling warm both inside and out.

Zhang Wenying kept piling food onto his plate, making his bowl look like a small mountain. Shen Mo couldn't refuse, so he buried his head and ate it all up.

He was a little stuffed, but Shen Mo felt that this was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life.

His parents are usually very busy, so it's just him, his grandparents, and an aunt who takes care of them at home.

The auntie is a very nice person, but her cooking skills are just average.

At least, compared to Aunt Zhang, she's far inferior.

"Son, if you want to eat anything in the future, just come with Wenbing, and Auntie will make it for you."

If it weren't for this child's help today, Zhang Wenying doesn't know what would have become of her family.

The youngest daughter, Li Xiaomei, is in her third year of junior high school, a sensitive and vulnerable age. If something were to happen to her, her mother would never be able to forgive herself for the rest of her life.

The country is cracking down hard, and she wants those thugs who bullied her daughter to die a horrible death!

After finishing her work the next day, Zhang Wenying rushed to the police station.

"Comrade, I will not accept any mediation this time. Those thugs must be severely punished!"

Zhang Wen's tone was firm, his eyes filled with undeniable anger.

"Don't worry, Sister Zhang, we've already filed a case." The police officer who received her was very serious.

This is a powerful figure; they can't afford to offend him.

"We've investigated those guys' backgrounds; they're all repeat offenders. This time, we'll definitely make them regret it."

Did they reveal who was behind it?

Zhang Wenying didn't realize that her voice was trembling.

The youngest daughter disappeared around this time in her previous life.

"This..." The police officer looked troubled. "Currently, they only admit that it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and they insist that no one else instructed them."

Zhang Wenying didn't believe for a second that those people had acted on a whim.

She knows all too well the malice of this world.

Some people, even if they don't show their faces, have schemes hidden in the shadows that are more terrifying than knives in the open.

"Comrade, can I say a few words to those thugs?"

The police officer thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

Inside the interrogation room, Zhang Wenying trembled as she looked at the five thugs with bruised and swollen faces in front of her, her voice as cold as ice: "You'd better think carefully about who's behind this."

The state has clearly stipulated that the sentencing standards for accomplices and principal offenders can be different.

You have committed a capital offense.

Even if it was an attempted crime, the country is cracking down hard. For a case of your severity, a ten- or eight-year sentence would be lenient; you might even be taken in as a target for execution.

Zhang Wenying's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck a chord with the thugs.

The leader's face was covered in bruises, and his lips were trembling, but he still didn't say a word.

"But as long as you reveal the mastermind behind it all, you can be changed from the principal offender to an accomplice, and strive to confess and make a contribution, so that you can be given a lighter sentence."

Think it through: do you want to take the blame for someone else, go to jail and be shot, or leave yourself a way out?

To tell you the truth.

No matter who's behind you, I, Zhang Wenying, am not afraid, and I will not choose reconciliation.

The group of thugs looked at each other, their faces showing hesitation.

They're not afraid of going to jail, but they're afraid of dying!

The blond-haired man gritted his teeth and said, "No... I'll talk..."

It's Pan Xiaoming.

A few days ago, one of my underlings visited him in prison and said that his girlfriend, Wang Fang, had been bullied by his daughter. So he sent a few of us to teach his daughter a lesson, to show her what's what, and he even said that after the incident, he'd have the boss sell her to some entertainment venue over there to make money for the gang.

He's still young; there's no need for him to take the blame for someone who has lost their value.

When Zhang Wenying heard the name "Pan Xiaoming," her blood seemed to freeze instantly. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

Sure enough it was him!

In the previous life, that bastard wasn't sent there, probably because Wang Fang had a falling out with her daughter, which led to the tragedy that followed.

In this life, even her own son almost couldn't protect her sister. One can only imagine how desperate her daughter must have been in the previous life!

The comrade taking notes glanced at Zhang Wenying with some surprise.

They tried everything to get these thugs to talk, but to their surprise, Zhang Wenying got them to confess with just a few words.

"What's your gang's name? Who's the boss?"

Zhang Wenying's voice was icy cold. The blond-haired man shrank back: "We...we're from the 'Green Dragon Gang,' our leader is Ma San, we usually hang out in the south of the city."

For some reason, Huang Mao blurted out everything he knew.

Zhang Wenying wrote down this information and turned to the police officers: "Comrades, you have all written down this information."

What you do is up to you.

Gang-related crimes have escalated to the level of major cases.

The security officer nodded solemnly and immediately arranged for people to verify the clues.