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

"Sister Can has waited for you for so many years. Now that she's finally free, can't you give her a chance?"

Zhang Yurou sat there, chattering on and on.

What happened back then was something that Sister Chan was forced into, and she has always felt regret in her heart.

I regret writing that letter of denunciation back then.

In those days, given Shen Mingyuan's status as someone who had returned from overseas, even if Sister Can didn't distance herself from him, Shen Mingyuan would still be labeled a "stinking intellectual" and become the target of public criticism.

In that movement, not choosing to protect oneself would have meant certain death.

All these years, Shen Mingyuan has not remarried, isn't it because he's waiting for Sister Can to change her mind?

Now that Sister Can has taken the initiative to back down, what is Shen Mingyuan still being so pretentious about?

Sister Can is truly devoted to love.

Even though she married another man, they have lived in separate rooms all these years, and she can never let go of Shen Mingyuan in her heart.

As Song Can's good friend, she should act as a matchmaker for the two and help them reconcile.

"Brother Mingyuan, so many years have passed since that incident, so please stop holding a grudge against Sister Can."

She had no choice at the time, and you know that in your heart, don't you?

Sister Can has waited for you for so many years, and has wasted the best years of her life on you.

Everyone who knows her says that Sister Can is devoted to love.

Can you really bear to let her sincere feelings be wasted?

Shen Mingyuan frowned, a little impatient.

"I have already made it clear to you that what happened between her and me is a thing of the past."

What's past is past, there's no need to bring it up again, and I don't have the habit of going back to an old flame.

Who she waits for or doesn't wait for is her own business, and it has nothing to do with me.

I can't just respond to her because she waited for me.

Does that mean if she waits, I'll have to take responsibility?

How could he let Song Can's sincere feelings be misplaced?

Did that woman ever have a sincere heart?

She was willing to marry him back then only because she valued his status as a returnee from overseas and his family background.

But once he falls on hard times, she immediately distances herself from him, even going so far as to kick him while he's down.

Now that he has made a comeback, what sincerity is there for her to talk about now?

What? Just because he didn't marry Song Can, does that make him a heartless man that everyone hates?

Shen Mingyuan sneered and placed the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound.

He looked up at Zhang Yurou, his gaze carrying a hint of detachment and weariness: "Zhang Yurou, are you trying to meddle in my private affairs?"

Zhang Yurou felt a little guilty under his gaze and quickly said, "Brother Mingyuan, I just think you're too lonely living alone, and I think you should have someone who cares about you and takes care of you."

Besides, Sister Song Can genuinely likes you.

The fact that she has waited for you for so many years is enough to prove how deep her feelings for you are.

Besides, you and she have a son.

Even though your son grew up abroad, he is still your flesh and blood. Don't you want your child to have his own mother?

Shen Mingyuan's gaze suddenly turned cold, as if a string that should not be touched had been touched.

"Zhang Yurou, you have overstepped your bounds."

I haven't had any feelings for Song Can for over a decade.

She should have expected this outcome when she chose to betray me back then.

As for the child, it is his freedom to choose who he wants to be his mother in the future, and I have no right to interfere.

But you have no right to make decisions for him, much less the right to use the child to blackmail me.

"Besides trying to persuade me to get back together with her, you should find her a man to marry as soon as possible. That way, she won't covet people and things that aren't meant for her."

Zhang Yurou was speechless after hearing his words. Her lips moved a few times, but in the end, she couldn't say anything more.

Looking at Shen Mingyuan's cold, hard face, she suddenly felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

She had thought that time could heal all wounds and that Shen Mingyuan would change his mind. But now it seemed that his hatred for Song Can was far deeper than she had imagined.

The cold shoulders and betrayals he suffered over the years have left indelible marks on his heart.

Sister Song Can, it seems you really won't be able to wait for him anymore...

"Aunt Zhang, you've come back from the slaughterhouse with your supplies?"

As soon as she arrived at the store entrance, someone greeted Zhang Wenying.

Zhang Wenying glanced at it and saw it was the owner of the noodle shop across the street.

Outside the other shops, several neighbors were squatting, brushing their teeth with toothbrushes in their hands.

The shop owner was grinning at him, showing off his big teeth.

Zhang Wenying was somewhat puzzled.

They say that competitors are like enemies, so why would someone who usually glares at her greet her like this?

She nodded perfunctorily and carried her things into the store.

The old men who were squatting down to brush their teeth all stared intently at Zhang Wenying's back.

Today, Zhang Wenying was wearing a faded floral short-sleeved shirt and black trousers.

The shirt was fitted at the waist, making her waist look slim and her hips look big, and her arms were also very white.

Even with wrinkles on her face, she still looks charming and has a more mature air than those young girls.

"What are you looking at? You're all so useless."

The noodle shop owner spat and slammed the rolling pin heavily on the counter. "At your age, still dressed up so fancy, who are you trying to seduce?"

The proprietress saw her husband had already gone inside, but he was still craning his neck to look across the room. She was so angry that she threw the dishcloth on the counter and muttered under her breath, "Don't you know how old you are? What do you want to do?"

"Does he actually intend to pursue her?"

The noodle shop owner, caught red-handed, wasn't ashamed at all. He chuckled, looked away, slowly picked up his toothbrush, rinsed his mouth, and then said disdainfully, "We're both women around the same age, but look at her, and then look at you. You smell like noodles, like a flour sack."

That woman across the street is a real woman; she has big breasts, a big butt, a slim waist, and long legs. She walks with such flair.

She also has fair skin.

My wife has a barrel waist, a millstone face, and the stern look of Guan Yu. When she stands there, she looks like a flour jar that has come to life.

The noodle shop owner, of course, sensed the disdain in his words. Her face turned green with anger, and she grabbed the rolling pin from the cutting board and hurled it at him: "You old lecher, I'll show you! I'll show you!"

During lunch, Zhang Wenying took a moment to ask, "Xiaomei, has that boy from your school been bothering you again?"

"No, Mom," Lin Xiaomei mumbled, taking a bite of rice. "He seems to have transferred schools. I heard something happened at home."

Actually, it was Shen Mo who caught the guy and beat him up twice, and the boy never dared to come back again.

"That's good." Zhang Wenying breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her daughter's bowl. "You can focus on your studies and don't worry about anything else."

He Caifeng and Li Wenhai had another argument.

"Li Wenhai, do you have any conscience at all?"

My parents have worked so hard to help us take care of the kids, and now you want to kick them out?