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

Back home and seated, Zhang Wenying grasped her daughter's hand and asked in a deep voice, "How many times has he contacted you? Why didn't you tell me before?"

Li Xiaojuan lowered her head and whispered, "This is the second time. The last time we met, we only exchanged a few words on the road. I thought it was nothing, so I didn't tell you, so you wouldn't worry."

Who knew he'd actually show up here today and pull me behind a tree? I was terrified!

After hearing this, Zhang Wenying slammed her hand on the table in anger: "I knew this person was up to no good!"

Isn't he just trying to climb up to us and take advantage of us because he sees that our family is doing well now?

"I'm telling you, Xiaojuan, stay far away from Song Dazhu from now on. Don't say a single word to him, and definitely don't meet with him in private, understand?"

Li Xiaojuan quickly nodded: "Mom, I understand."

I thought he was honest and upright, and that I wouldn't have to suffer if I followed him.

Now it seems that this person's honesty was all an act.

From now on, I'll avoid him whenever I see him and absolutely won't talk to him.

Looking at her daughter's pale face, Zhang Wenying felt both angry and heartbroken. She patted her back to comfort her, saying, "Don't be afraid. With Mom here, he'll never dare to come again."

"Mom, we've already agreed to meet his parents tomorrow, so are we still going?"

"Go, I want to see what kind of monsters and demons are in their family."

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Song Dazhu was dressed in brand new clothes today, and his hair was neatly combed. He came to the shop to pick someone up.

Zhang Wenying didn't say much. After giving instructions about the shop, she left with Li Xiaojuan.

The three walked east along the street. The sun was shining brightly, and the plane trees along the roadside cast dappled shadows.

The Hongxing Factory residential compound is not far from the shop; it only takes about twenty minutes to walk there.

At the entrance of the family compound, Song Dazhu paused, turned around, and said with a smile, "Auntie, we've arrived."

My family lives on the third floor, and my uncle and aunt are waiting for us at home.

The three of them ran into Shen Mo as soon as they entered the family compound.

Shen Mo was carrying two bags of fruit, and it looked like he had just come out from inside.

He saw Zhang Wenying and Li Xiaojuan, paused slightly at first, then greeted them with a smile: "Aunt Zhang, Sister Xiaojuan, what a coincidence! Do you have relatives around here?"

When Song Dazhu saw that the two of them actually had acquaintances here, his expression stiffened slightly for a moment.

Zhang Wenying smiled, her tone softening with a gentleness she herself didn't even realize.

"So it was you."

We're here as guests, do you have business to attend to here too?

Shen Mo waved the fruit in his hand and said with a smile, "I came to visit an elder. I just sat for a while and am about to go back."

Zhang Wenying didn't say much, only Shen Mo glanced at Song Dazhu with a strange expression, then nodded and left.

Seeing Shen Mo leave, Song Dazhu finally felt relieved and quickly led the way, saying solicitously, "Auntie, this way, the stairwell is a bit dark, please watch your step."

Zhang Wenying responded and followed behind, her eyes subtly surveying the apartment building.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the green paint on the walls had peeled off, revealing the grayish-white base color underneath.

However, the community has many trees, making the environment quite tranquil.

These old buildings were once considered desirable places to live in by many people in this era.

Li Xiaojuan actually likes this place very much, feeling that it's much better than many dilapidated neighborhoods.

Zhang Wenying didn't take the visit too seriously, but she did prepare two cans of food and a pound of peach shortbread.

After all, etiquette cannot be abandoned.

There was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged man who bore a resemblance to Song Dazhu opened it.

"Are these Comrade Zhang and Comrade Li?"

"Hello, come in quickly, we've been waiting for you!" Song Dazhu's uncle, Song Liancheng, greeted them with a broad smile.

A middle-aged woman, also wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen and greeted us warmly, "Please sit down, please sit down. The food will be ready soon. I specially made a few of my signature dishes today, please don't be too picky."

Song Dazhu quickly introduced, "Auntie, these are my uncle and aunt."

Zhang Wenying smiled and nodded, handing over the canned goods and peach shortbread in her hand: "This is just a small token of my appreciation for your first visit."

Song Liancheng accepted the gifts and said politely, "You've come all this way, why bring anything? It's too much of a formality."

"Please sit for a moment, the food will be ready soon."

As Song Liancheng spoke, he placed the fruits and snacks he had prepared on the table.

As soon as Li Xiaojuan entered the room, she looked around at it.

The two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment was kept clean and tidy, with two pots of lush green spider plants on the windowsill.

The house wasn't big, not as spacious as her bungalow, but it was clean and cozy, exuding the warmth of everyday life, and was kept very tidy.

For two people, that's enough.

Zhang Wenying led Li Xiaojuan to sit on the sofa.

This sofa is very comfortable and soft.

Song Dazhu's aunt brought over two cups of hot tea, placed them on the coffee table, and then pushed the fruit plate towards the two of them.

"Come on, have some tea and fruit. They're all from downstairs, very fresh."

Zhang Wenying picked up her teacup, thanked her, and took a small sip.

Song Dazhu seemed a little flustered and quickly turned on the black and white television, switching to the news channel in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Song Dazhu, do you live alone?"

Zhang Wenying asked a question.

A flash of panic crossed Song Dazhu's eyes, and he immediately said, "Aunt Zhang, my parents only had one child, me."

That year, a flash flood struck the village, and my parents and my younger brother... all perished.

I grew up with my uncle.

His voice was deep, and he paused noticeably when he said the last few words, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Song Dazhu's uncle also sighed.

"This child has had a tough time."

I lost my parents at a young age and have lived with my husband and me ever since, but I haven't enjoyed much happiness.

Fortunately, I'm all grown up now, and I've established myself in the factory, able to support myself.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenying nodded slightly, her gaze lingering on Song Dazhu for a moment longer.

In her previous life, many people would use houses as a facade, and she felt that Song Dazhu and his group were strange in every way.

She didn't believe it before.

Who would do something so deceptive?

Isn't this a lie?

Won't everything be exposed after we get married?

But in my past life, a female colleague at my workplace fell for this trick.

My female colleague at work is very fair-skinned and has a stable job.

The man she was dating was a former educated youth who had returned to the city. He was good-looking, but he didn't have a formal job and worked as a temporary worker in an agricultural machinery factory.

He boasted that his family owned three apartments and that his parents only had him and his sister as children.

My older sister is already married, so everything in the house will belong to him from now on.