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

When Ma Lanxiang heard that the family was really going to separate, she started throwing a tantrum in the yard.

"I don't want to separate from the family!"

How am I supposed to live after we split up?! You're trying to drive us to our deaths!

Zhang Wenying is such a troublemaker. As soon as she came back, she caused the old couple to separate. Why doesn't she just die?

She doesn't want to separate from the family!

I heard that Zhang Wenying opened a restaurant, and business is booming.

If her business does well, she can pay back the money she borrowed, and she can even benefit from it. Who knows, she might even be able to settle down in the city in the future.

If I were to separate myself from others, I would lose everything.

The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became, and her cries grew louder.

Zhang Wenying didn't care how much she made a fuss. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was home, he said directly, "Big brother, I think I've found Father."

Upon hearing this, a ripple crossed Zhang Hongyuan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Sister, what good will it do to find her?"

He has a new home, a new wife, and new children. In his heart, we are probably already a thing of the past.

Sister, don't have too high hopes, lest you be disappointed in the end.

Zhang Wenying shook her head, her gaze firm: "Brother, it's different."

Father did not forget us, nor did he abandon us, nor did he remarry.

He's been looking for us all these years, but he was deceived and kept our existence a secret.

Zhang Wenying felt a wave of disgust whenever she thought of Zhang Yurou.

That woman not only made a fortune by relying on her father, but she also beat her brother half to death, making him never dare to set foot in the retirement home again.

This score will be settled sooner or later.

"You're saying... Father has been searching for us all these years?"

Zhang Hongyuan's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes reddened.

He clenched his fists, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and after a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Where is he?"

Is he... alright...?

He also harbored resentment.

At six years old, he still had memories of his father.

During those turbulent years, my father always wore a faded military uniform, his back ramrod straight, yet his smile was exceptionally gentle.

He remembered his father carrying him on his shoulders and taking him to the river to catch fish, and he remembered his father's rough but warm hands as he taught him to read.

But later, their father got separated from them, and their mother took them and her siblings from place to place, making each day more and more difficult.

He waited and hoped, but his father never appeared.

Even when his mother died in childbirth, he was unable to appear.

Later, he saw his father's name in the newspaper, learned that he had made meritorious contributions and been promoted, and also found out that his father had returned to Haicheng and was staying at the Haicheng Cadre Sanatorium, where their old house was still standing.

But he couldn't get close to it.

He was stopped at the door, and even the security guard treated him coldly.

Later, he was even verbally abused by a young woman who accused him of marrying up and of being delusional. She also beat him and threatened him that if he dared to take another step closer, she would kill him outside.

He didn't dare to go to that person again.

He was afraid that if something happened to him, his younger sister would be truly left without anyone to rely on.

"Brother, I reckon that really is our father."

He knows that you and I have moles on our shoulders, and he also knows our mother's name.

He lives at the Haicheng Veterans' Sanatorium; his name is Zhang Zhenguo.

Zhang Wenying said, word by word, "Brother, I have seen him with my own eyes. He is very thin, but his spirit is still quite strong. However, there is always an unspeakable guilt and pain hidden in his eyes."

Brother, you've never talked about Father before.

I thought we were orphans who had lost both our parents, but it turns out our father is still alive.

Thinking of that old man, Zhang Wenying's emotions were somewhat complicated.

Logically speaking, he is a general-level figure, so he shouldn't be blinded by Zhang Yurou.

They were both in Haicheng, living in the same city, but someone interfered and kept them apart for decades.

She didn't resent him, but she still felt somewhat wronged.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, and whispered, "Big brother, if he really is our father, should we... acknowledge him?"

Zhang Hongyuan remained silent for a long time, so long that even the wind outside the window stopped.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the years, landing on that distant, blurry, yet unforgettable figure.

"I admit it." His voice was hoarse, but unusually firm.

"Since he didn't abandon us intentionally and has been looking for us, then we'll accept it."

Although we now have a house full of children and grandchildren, I want to make up for this belated father-son bond, even if it's only for one more day.

But don't tell anyone about this yet.

We also need to carefully examine Father; Father will probably also need to carefully examine us.

Zhang Wenying nodded, her eyes slightly reddening.

She understood what her brother meant—decades of estrangement couldn't be easily erased with a simple "acknowledgment." They needed time, and they needed a real opportunity to sit down and have a proper conversation...

Li Jianguo has been having a very difficult time these past two days.

She was beaten black and blue, and not only was she ridiculed at work, but she also had to pick up and drop off her child to and from get off work, working non-stop like a spinning top.

My arms are so sore from carrying the baby home today.

It seems I'm getting old.

"Dad, why are you only just getting back?"

He Caifeng came out of the house, took the child's hand and carefully checked him over, wanting to see if the child had been injured at the nursery.

There are only two or three-year-old children there, and sometimes they will start fighting if you're not careful.

Li Jianguo took off his coat, draped it over the back of the chair, wiped his sweat, and said, "Today, the workshop director announced a meeting just before leaving get off work."

He's rambled on and on, but barely said anything useful.

The factory's performance is getting worse and worse. Do you think it will be any better just because he says a few nonsense words?

He Caifeng pouted.

"Dad, you've worked hard."

Go wash up quickly, dinner is ready, we can eat when Wenhai comes back.

Li Wenhai returned shortly afterward.

The family sat at the dinner table. Although the food wasn't very delicious, it was still much better than what they ate at the company cafeteria.

He Caifeng had a long face the whole time.

This is so annoying.

After finishing work, I still have to cook. Do you really treat her like a cow?

"Dad, I heard that Mom sent a gossipy woman from Wenshu Lane to the police station a couple of days ago."

She heard this from her neighbor when she came back.

These past two days, the neighbors have been living in fear, afraid that if they displease Zhang Wenying, she might send them to jail as well.

Upon hearing this, Li Jianguo and Li Wenhai were so shocked that the meat in their chopsticks fell onto the table.

Li Wenhai asked a question.

"I heard that woman was gossiping behind my back, spreading rumors that Mom had a lover outside, and Mom just happened to catch her in the act."

Without saying a word, Mom beat the man half to death and reported it to the authorities, who then had him arrested.

I heard that Mom didn't choose reconciliation, and that woman was fined fifty yuan and detained for half a month.