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

Zhang Wenying never expected that her daughter would suffer so much bullying at school.

But her daughter never mentioned it to her.

Every day when my daughter comes home, she says that school is great, the learning atmosphere is good, and her classmates are friendly.

But who would have thought that such a knife was hidden behind those friendly gestures?

Zhang Wenying clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.

"Teenagers are at the age when their self-esteem is strongest. You bullied her, scolded her, almost pushed her into the latrine, and poured glue on her chair. Aren't all these things like stabbing her in the heart?"

Anyone with eyes can see that when Shen Mo comes to see my daughter, he is always accompanied by my youngest son, Li Wenbing.

You need to understand that school is a place for learning knowledge, not a place for you to form cliques and bully your classmates.

Public opinion is a fearsome thing, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

Some people have black hearts and are determined to harm others.

Some people's mouths are laced with poison; they're specifically designed to spread rumors and cause trouble.

A sword can be hidden on the tip of the tongue, striking the heart without shedding blood.

Rumors are like poison; they see no blade, yet they erode the bone.

I'm making this clear today: if anyone dares to talk nonsense or bully my daughter again, I won't just go to the school for a settlement like I did today.

The students looked at each other in bewilderment. The classroom was so quiet that only the rustling of leaves in the wind outside the window could be heard.

Li Xiaomei sat in her seat, her eyes red-rimmed. She hadn't expected her mother to say such powerful words in front of the whole class.

Those who had once mocked her now lowered their gazes, no longer daring to meet her eyes.

Li Xiaomei's nose tingled, and tears almost fell, but she held them back because she knew that her mother was standing there not to make her cry, but to let her hold her head high with dignity.

Director Ma looked at Zhang Wenying in great shock.

I never expected this woman to say something so profound and meaningful.

Only Zhang Wenying knew that the curved wood was afraid of the sun's shadow, and the red string feared the scorched tail.

A perfectly good person can sometimes be ruined by a few rumors.

She stands here today not to indulge in a moment of verbal sparring, but to make everyone remember that she, Zhang Wenying's daughter, is not someone anyone can bully.

Buzzing flies alight on thorny fences. Unbridled slander spreads and sows discord among neighbors.

She didn't want her daughter to become depressed because of a few rumors, and she didn't want her to lose her head because of other people's malice at the best age.

After saying these words, Zhang Wenying turned to look at Li Xiaomei, who was standing at the classroom door, and said softly, "Xiaomei, come here."

Li Xiaomei clutched the hem of her clothes and slowly walked in through the door, raising her red eyes to look at everyone in the classroom.

Zhang Wenying reached out and took her daughter's hand, then said loudly to the whole class, "My daughter has never done anything shameful. The innocent are innocent, and I hope that you will stop gossiping about her."

A kind and gentle man does not believe slanderous words.

I'm putting my words here today: if anyone dares to spread rumors again, we'll see you in court. I'll sue you for defamation, and you'll know who will suffer the consequences. Think about it carefully.

Daughter, hold your head high and be a decent person.

The truth is the sun; no matter how much they spread rumors, they cannot block its light.

Rumors stop with the wise, while malicious words harm the foolish.

A virtuous person cultivates himself, while a petty person speaks nonsense.

Pay attention in class and study hard.

Don't let these idle gossips affect your mood, and don't bully others easily.

But if anyone dares to bully you, just tell Mom. Mom will always be your strongest support.

Li Xiaomei finally couldn't hold back her tears, which welled up in her eyes. She nodded vigorously and called out in a choked voice, "Mom..."

Zhang Wenying gently patted her daughter's shoulder, wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly, "It's alright, don't cry."

Go to your seat and focus on your lesson. Mom's going home now.

Li Xiaomei sniffed, nodded vigorously, and turned to walk back to her seat.

Zhang Wenying watched her daughter sit down, then turned to Director Ma and nodded: "Director Ma, thank you for your help today."

I'll head back now.

Xiaomei is my daughter, and I am her only guardian.

Her father was hospitalized because he had taken expired pills.

The pills were given to him by his eldest son.

My daughter shouldn't have to bear the consequences of other people's mistakes.

I also hope that my classmates will not use this incident to criticize my daughter for being unfilial.

Her father's request for her to accompany him was not as simple as it seemed.

They wanted Li Xiaomei to drop out of school and become their free nanny, taking care of their family's food, clothing, and shelter.

But my daughter has her own life and her own path to walk.

I won't ruin her future and make her spend her whole life just working in the kitchen.

Last night, she took some time to go to the hospital and find out why Li Jianguo was hospitalized.

Unexpectedly, it was because he ate expired pills, which were given to him by his eldest son.

Isn't this karma?

She didn't care why Li Jianguo was hospitalized, nor did she want to know how much pain he was in; she just wanted to keep her daughter away from this trouble.

"As great people have said, women hold up half the sky."

My daughter is no less capable than anyone else. She should study hard, go to university, and if she becomes successful in the future, her contributions will be no less than those of boys.

Zhang Wenying's words silenced the entire classroom, and even Director Ma was slightly moved.

The students who had been whispering just moments before all lowered their heads, no longer daring to meet Zhang Wenying's gaze.

Director Ma nodded solemnly: "It's our school's management that's inadequate, causing the child to suffer. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory resolution to this matter."

After leaving the school, Zhang Wenying did not return to the shop, but went to He Caifeng's workplace: the Municipal Textile Factory.

He Caifeng is the factory's accountant.

Seeing someone arrive, the security guard poked his head out and asked, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

Nowadays, security guards are full-time employees, and they all act all high and mighty.

Zhang Wenying replied calmly and respectfully, "Comrade, I'm looking for He Caifeng from the finance department. I'm her mother-in-law, and I need to speak with her about something."

As she spoke, Zhang Wenying took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, pulled one out, and handed it over: "Comrade, please make an exception for me."

The security guard took the cigarette, his expression softening slightly. He looked Zhang Wenying up and down and said, "Accountant He? I know her."

But are you really her mother-in-law?

Why does she look like her older sister?

If she really is the mother-in-law, then this woman looks far too young, only about thirty years old.

There's no way around it; Zhang Wenying is now eating well, dressing well, and even willing to spend money on herself.

The cosmetics there were dazzling, and she chose mid-to-high-end brands. She applied them diligently every morning and evening, and her skin naturally became fair and delicate.

In addition, she is tall and dressed neatly and appropriately, making her stand out in the crowd.