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

Inside the police station, the officer on duty was organizing documents. Seeing the two men enter, he looked up and asked, "Comrade Zhang, what can I do for you?"

The officer on duty felt a headache coming on as soon as he saw Zhang Wenying.

The problems this aunt came to me about were all very tricky.

I don't know why, but today...

Zhang Ju's legs went weak at the sight of the peaked cap, and she instinctively shrank behind Zhang Wenying, let alone answer the police officer's questions.

Zhang Wenying patted the back of her hand to reassure her, then stepped forward and briefly explained the situation regarding Zhang Ju's husband's disappearance.

When Chief Ma of the local police station saw that it was Zhang Wenying who had brought people with her, he took the initiative to come over.

"Hello, Comrade Zhang, and who is this?" Director Ma's gaze fell on Zhang Ju, and seeing her timid appearance, he softened his tone.

"This is Comrade Zhang Ju. Her husband has gone missing, and she has come to report it to the police."

Upon hearing this, Director Ma immediately instructed, "Report this to the Criminal Investigation Brigade as soon as possible, and at the same time, arrange for people to go to the train station and bus station to investigate recent travel records, especially those of adult males who have traveled with letters of introduction."

This is a case that Comrade Zhang personally came to report, so we can't be careless.

When Zhang Ju heard the words "Criminal Investigation Team," her legs went weak and she almost knelt down, but Zhang Wenying quickly caught her.

"Don't be afraid, we are good people, the police won't make things difficult for us."

Director Ma's lips twitched.

Given Comrade Zhang's fighting ability, would he dare to make things difficult for him?

She's now a figure on the leader's radar; everyone treats her with utmost respect. Chief Ma thought to himself, but outwardly maintained a professional demeanor, watching Zhang Ju take her statement and asking about Li Laoda's age, physical characteristics, clothing, and other basic information. Although nervous, Zhang Ju tried her best to recall when her husband was mentioned, managing to give a rough, albeit halting, account. Chief Ma noted everything down, had Zhang Ju put her fingerprint on the document, then closed the notebook, solemnly saying, "Comrade Zhang Ju, rest assured, we will do our best to find him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ju burst into tears, nodding repeatedly and saying, "Thank you, comrades, thank you, comrades."

As he spoke, he bowed to Director Ma.

Once outside the police station, Zhang Ju let out a long sigh and said, "Auntie, that Chief Ma looked so scary! Although he spoke quite gently, his eyes gave me the creeps when he looked at people." Zhang Wenying laughed and said, "That's just his style when handling cases. How can you keep those bad guys in check if you're not intimidating?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Even if the police officers weren't bad people, Zhang Ju still felt uneasy just looking at their uniforms that represented state power.

Zhang Wenying shook her head: "What's there to be afraid of? They are all the people's guardians who protect us. As long as we do nothing wrong, they will be our strongest support."

Zhang Ju nodded as if she understood, but her heart was still pounding with anxiety.

The two walked back along the street, and Zhang Ju's steps were noticeably lighter than when they came.

She glanced back in the direction of the police station, then looked at Zhang Wenying, a sense of inexplicable reassurance welling up inside her. She whispered, "Auntie, if you hadn't been with me today, I probably wouldn't have dared to even go inside."

However, she was also very worried.

If the man is found, all will be well; if he isn't, her in-laws alone could drive her to her death.

Zhang Wenying patted the back of her hand and said in a calm tone, "Don't be afraid. I feel that your man is safe and sound and will definitely be found."

"Just wait patiently. The officers at the police station are efficient; you'll probably hear from them in a couple of days."

It's not worth getting upset over such an irresponsible man.

Just like Wang Guilan, who suffered as a widow for half her life because of a man, isn't she finally free now?

She heard that her mother-in-law still comes to make trouble every few days, but she always manages to drive her away. Zhang Wenying thought to herself, these days, women don't necessarily have to live without men; on the contrary, they have fewer worries.

Hearing this, Zhang Ju's eyes reddened again, but she stubbornly held back her tears. She sniffed, her voice trembling slightly, "Auntie, if he really doesn't come back, how will my two children and I live?"

I don't have a formal job. How much can I earn by pasting matchboxes?

Zhang Wenying stopped, turned around, placed her hands on Zhang Ju's shoulders, and looked at her intently: "Listen to me, the sky won't fall down."

The country's policies are getting better and better these days.

"You're quite good at making wontons and dumplings. There's a lot of foot traffic in this area. Why don't you set up a small stall at the alley entrance and sell wontons and dumplings? You could easily earn at least ten yuan a day, which would be more than enough to support yourself and your two children."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ju shrank her neck again.

"What? Setting up a stall without permission? Is that allowed? What if they arrest us for speculation?"

"Didn't I help someone set up a sewing and mending stall on the street corner a while ago? It's been doing just fine all this time, hasn't it? If anything really happens, I'll take responsibility for you."

Looking into Zhang Wenying's determined eyes, Zhang Ju finally felt some of the panic that had been weighing on her heart all day. She bit her lower lip, twisted the handkerchief between her fingers a couple of times, and whispered, "Then...then I'll listen to you, Auntie, and give it a try?"

Seeing that she had relented, Zhang Wenying breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her to continue walking back: "That's right. Let's go home and wait for news from the police station. Once we have a definite answer here, it won't be too late for you to start making arrangements for setting up a stall."

I'll keep an eye on the area for you later. Just let me know if you need any help.

We have hands and feet. As long as we are willing to work hard and endure hardship, why should we worry about going hungry?

This isn't the old society anymore.

Most women in this society, like Zhang Ju, believe that they cannot live without men.

So even though she was beaten and scolded, and suffered all kinds of grievances, she gritted her teeth and refused to get a divorce. But Zhang Wenying understood that the world had long since changed, and women could hold up half the sky just the same.

As they talked, they unknowingly reached the entrance of the alley.

The streetlights cast long shadows on the two figures.

When they got back to their doorstep, Li Wenhai blocked Zhang Wenying's way.

"Get out of the way, don't disturb me."

Li Wenhai: "..."

He hasn't even said a word yet.

"Mom, what are you doing? I haven't even said anything yet."

"Well, you didn't say anything, but your 'I'm so poor' voice is hurting my ears."

Li Wenhai was stunned, feeling as if a piece of cotton was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

"Mom, do you know that the second son has hooked up with Pan Wenfang again?"

He came to report something, but that's what his mother said about him.