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

Li Xiaojuan reached out and opened the shop door, making a gesture of seeing the customer off.

"Comrade Han, please don't come again. If you do, I'll call for help."

"Let all the neighbors judge for themselves why you, a divorced stranger, are still clinging to me like this."

Han Jun's face burned with embarrassment at the word "stranger," and seeing several passersby peeking in his direction, he angrily retorted, "You'll regret this," and slunk away.

Li Xiaojuan slammed the door shut, leaned against it to catch her breath, her palms sweating profusely.

It took her a while to recover, but she couldn't help but smile... It felt so good to argue with someone. In the past, she would never have dared to talk to Han Jun like that.

The news that Zhang Wenying had rented the courtyard eventually reached the ears of Li Wenhai and He Caifeng.

"That heartless old woman, she deserves to die a horrible death!"

He Caifeng slammed her fist on the table in anger, her face turning bright red. "She's deliberately trying to make things difficult for us. She'd rather watch us have nowhere to live than not take the house back and rent it out to someone else."

Why doesn't she just die?

That greedy old bastard!

"Li Wenhai, you're not allowed to call her 'Mom' anymore!"

He Caifeng was furious.

That house was their wedding home, and she was used to living there.

Even if she ends up picking up trash on the street and no one cares about her in the future, you still can't take care of her.

"Alright, alright, that's enough."

Li Wenhai held his son, his brows furrowed in worry.

Even if his mother went too far and signed an agreement to sever ties with him, how could he, as her son, ignore her when she really went that far?

After all, he wasn't as heartless as his mother.

Pan Wenfang got a cold shoulder from Li Wenjun again.

For the past two days, she has been going to the machinery factory every day to wait for Li Wenjun.

But Li Wenjun either avoided meeting him, or when they did meet, he maintained a purely businesslike attitude and wouldn't say a single kind word.

Pan Wenfang was seething with anger, and when she got home, she locked herself in her room and sulked.

"Wenfang, why did you die in the house?"

"Hurry up and come out to cook!"

Pan's mother stood outside the door, cursing and swearing, her voice full of dissatisfaction with Pan Wenfang.

"I told you a long time ago to stop flirting with other women all the time, but you wouldn't listen."

Ma Dabao is a good man, but he is the son of a high-ranking official. How could we possibly be worthy of him?

Now look what's happened, Li Wenjun's deal fell through too, you've lost on both sides, serves you right!

Pan Wenfang slammed the pillow against the door.

"What do you know!" she gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening.

She wasn't unaware that her mother was right, but the more someone touched a raw nerve, the less willing she was to admit defeat.

"You dare to yell at me?"

"I think you're asking for a beating; you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles if you don't discipline yourself for three days!"

Pan's mother's voice became even sharper, followed by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"It's all because of you, you jinx, that your brother ended up in jail."

Even your older brother and sister-in-law are now ashamed at work because of you. And you still have the nerve to throw things around at home?

Pan Wenfang flung open the door, her eyes red and glaring at her mother: "My brother got himself arrested, what does it have to do with me?"

Did I let him hit someone?

"If he hadn't beaten him so badly, why would Li Wenjun have been so heartless? Now you're blaming me!"

She was menstruating these past two days, and her stomach was in severe pain. She was pale and her lips were bloodless.

Pan Wenfang leaned against the doorframe, her voice trembling: "I'm in so much pain, and you didn't even ask me a single question. You just came in and started yelling at me. Are you even my real mother?"

"I'm not your biological mother? If I weren't your biological mother, I would have kicked you out long ago!"

With her hands on her hips, Pan's mother spat almost onto Pan Wenfang's face.

"You insist on becoming someone's mistress instead of learning to be a good person."

It would be fine if you could ascend to the main hall, but you couldn't even get a title, and you almost caused your father and me to be implicated and sent in as well.

How dare you yell at me like that?

Pan's mother became increasingly angry as she spoke, and raised her hand to strike him.

Their family's reputation has been completely ruined because of this daughter.

Pan Wenfang instinctively turned her head away, but couldn't dodge the slap.

The crisp sound echoed in the small room.

She stood there, stunned, tears streaming down her face.

What did she do wrong?

Wasn't she only getting involved with Director Wang's son so that she could have a better future?

As for that big boss, he had already agreed to marry her, she had no idea he would get into trouble!

"My only mistake was being born into your family!"

Pan Wenfang covered her face, her voice hoarse, "From childhood to adulthood, who among you has ever cared for me?"

My older brother can cover my shift, my younger brother can go to school, but I'm nothing.

You only care about them, what am I to you?

When I was able to make money, you all fawned over me, but now that something's happened, it's all my fault!

Pan's mother was speechless, her face turning ashen. Her lips trembled for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out, "You...you still have the nerve to talk back?"

"How could I not have paid attention?"

Pan Wenfang wiped away her tears, but her voice became even harsher, "You raised me just so I could marry into a good family and bring you a dowry, right?"

Now that I didn't get married, you all feel like you've lost out, right?

After she finished speaking, her chest heaved violently, and tears slid down her swollen cheeks, but she stubbornly refused to lower her head.

Speechless, Pan's mother pointed at her and cried out, "You...you unfilial daughter!"

Pan's mother was so angry that she trembled all over. She slammed her hand on the door frame and said, "I raised you all these years and you turned out to be such an ungrateful wretch!"

Your brother's affairs, your elder brother and sister-in-law's affairs—aren't they all because of you?

Now you're complaining about me?

"If I had known you were a menace, I should have strangled you back then!" Pan's mother's voice was so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.

Pan Wenfang gave a bitter smile, her eyes filled with despair: "Then strangle me now, anyway, there's no point in me living anymore."

As she spoke, she actually took a step forward, her neck slightly raised, revealing her vulnerable Adam's apple.

"What are you doing?"

As Sister-in-law Pan pushed her bicycle in, she immediately noticed the tense standoff between the mother and daughter. She quickly propped up her bicycle, stepped forward, and grabbed her mother's arm, saying, "Mom, calm down. I'll go cook."

Auntie, don't be angry with Mom. We're all family.

Taking advantage of the situation, Pan's mother snorted coldly, shook off Pan's sister-in-law's hand, and turned to go into the house.

Sister-in-law Pan wanted to say a few words of comfort to Pan Wenfang, but she was pushed away.

"I don't need your fake kindness."

What do you think you are?

You're just pretending to be a good person because you're afraid I'll bring trouble to your family.

Sister-in-law Pan stood outside the door, her smile frozen.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, and turned to go into the kitchen.

Forget it, my sister-in-law has only made herself look pitiful; she can't control that much.