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

"Look at their business, it's really booming."

I wonder how much money they make in a day?

"I come here to eat almost every day."

Even though the food they provide is very reasonably priced, making a net profit of around a hundred yuan a day is not a problem.

"That's probably an understatement."

This place not only has braised pork, but also various side dishes and staple foods. Their daily turnover is at least three or four hundred yuan.

As the diners savored their delicious food, their envious whispers reached He Caifeng's ears.

He Caifeng felt increasingly uncomfortable as she listened.

One hundred a day, that's three thousand a month!

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt. She worked hard in the factory for a month, and her salary was only about thirty yuan.

But Zhang Wenying runs a shop that earns her three months' worth of income in a single day.

The thought that so much money had nothing to do with her made He Caifeng feel suffocated.

If only this old woman hadn't divorced her father-in-law.

That way, she could bring her son to Zhang Wenying and make her presence known.

Now, even if she wanted to reconcile with Zhang Wenying, he might not pay any attention to her.

After much hesitation, He Caifeng reluctantly went up and ordered a braised pork rice, and obediently paid for it.

Zhang Wenying took the money, glanced at her while giving her change, but didn't say much, only asking, "Do you want it spicy?"

He Caifeng shook her head, picked up her bowl, and found a corner to sit down.

She lowered her head and shoveled rice into her bowl. The braised pork was tender and flavorful, and the dark brown broth soaked into the rice, its aroma filling her nostrils.

She picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. It was fatty but not greasy, melted in her mouth, and had a salty and savory flavor with a hint of sweetness.

As He Caifeng chewed, that sour feeling welled up in her heart again.

If they weren't divorced yet, would they need to pay for a meal if they came over?

He Caifeng became angrier and angrier. After dinner, she wanted to go to Li Wenhai to vent her anger, but when she arrived at Li Wenhai's workplace, she learned that her father-in-law had accidentally ingested expired pills and almost died. He was now in the hospital!

Good heavens! What kind of terrible things has she done?!

Helpless, He Caifeng could only go to the hospital to visit her father-in-law.

After having his stomach and intestines cleaned, Li Jianguo lay weakly on the hospital bed, feeling utterly hopeless.

Why is he so unlucky?

A minor cold almost cost him his life.

The eldest son is really something, giving his father expired pills. Doesn't he worry about killing his own father?

Li Jianguo grew angrier the more he thought about it, but he didn't have the energy to vent his anger, so he could only stare blankly at the ceiling.

Looking at Li Jianguo's half-dead state, He Caifeng felt increasingly resentful and her whole being felt terrible.

She casually asked a question, then pulled Li Wenhai to the end of the corridor and whispered, "Wenhai, is Dad alright?"

I told you the medicine might be expired, but you didn't believe me.

He Caifeng felt extremely unlucky.

I've been feeling unwell since early this morning, and now this has happened to me.

"How much did the hospitalization cost?"

"Dad's accident happened at home, so I doubt the factory will cover it. We can't expect our whole family to pay for his hospital stay, can we?"

Why didn't they eat him to death?

Li Wenhai sighed and rubbed his throbbing temples: "Let's cover the hospital fees first. We can't just watch Dad do nothing."

"I'll ask my second son for it after Dad is discharged from the hospital."

"You make it sound so easy."

That ingrate second son won't even give Dad ten yuan a month for his retirement allowance, and you expect him to pay for his hospital bills?

He Caifeng gave a cold laugh, lowering her voice even further.

"Judging from Dad's condition, he'll have to stay in the hospital for at least three to five days. The hospitalization fee, medication fee, and examination fee will add up to at least ten yuan."

Also, Dad needs someone by his side now, given his condition.

We both have jobs; we can't take time off every day to take care of him.

Seriously, he's such a grown man, can't he even tell that his pills are expired?

Now look what's happened; she's suffering in the hospital, and we're all worried about her too.

Hearing this, Li Wenhai frowned even more deeply, but did not refute it.

It's really not good for Dad to be hospitalized without someone by his side.

He still wants to climb the ranks. What will the leaders think of him if he stays in the hospital all day?

"Wenhai, you can't be soft-hearted."

I ate at my mom's shop today, and guess what?

People say that Mom's shop makes at least three or four hundred a day.

With a turnover of three or four hundred, the net profit should be at least over one hundred yuan.

Li Wenhai frowned silently.

He was very annoyed. Why did He Caifeng bring her up?

Doesn't this just make him feel more agitated?

My mom is good at making money, but what does that have to do with me?

Why are you saying this?

"What does it matter to us whether Mom earns a lot or a little?"

They've already cut ties with me.

He Caifeng pursed her lips and lowered her voice, saying, "How can it be okay?"

You are her eldest son.

Why shouldn't you get a share of the money she earns?

"Alright, you don't want me to fawn over Mom just because she's making money, do you?"

I'm telling you, it's impossible.

I, Li Jianguo, have my principles. What's said is said, and once the family is severed, it's severed. If I were to go and invite their cold shoulder again, would I still be a man?

He Caifeng got angry when she heard this and pinched Li Wenhai hard: "Can backbone feed you?"

Look at the second and third sons, they all run far away when something happens. Now you're the eldest son, so we're the ones who have to shoulder this mess.

Now that Dad is in the hospital, he needs money and someone to stay with him. Zhang Wenying is so good at making money, and she is Dad's ex-wife, so she can't refuse this request!

Go talk to her and ask her to contribute some money to come and take care of him for a few days. It'll be a good opportunity to appease Dad; maybe then he'll agree to remarry Mom.

Li Wenhai winced and hissed as he was pinched, but still shook his head upon hearing this: "We broke off the relationship in front of everyone, agreeing that we would be even. I can't bear to lose face by asking her for money now."

"You're embarrassing yourself? It's better than us having to pay these ten-odd yuan for hospitalization, right?"

Besides, what would an old lady do with so much money?

Isn't it all going to be left to her son in the future? You're her son too, why shouldn't you get a single penny?

He Caifeng was not giving up and kept urging, "If you won't go, I will! Anyway, I'm shameless enough to go and say it!"

"Mom earns several thousand a month, why doesn't she care about Dad?"

Li Wenhai was taken aback.

Can you really earn that much in a month?

"Mom...Mom can earn several thousand a month now?"

There was a hint of wavering in Li Wenhai's voice.

Seeing that his tone had softened, He Caifeng quickly pressed her advantage: "That's right! I've heard that her shop is doing very well, with a daily turnover of three or four hundred, and the net profit is at least 30% if not half of that."

The accounts are fixed; they can't be ignored.

If you do the math, that's over a hundred a day, which adds up to three or four thousand a month.

"Wenhai, looking at the entire city of Hai, even the city leaders don't have that much money in a month."