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

He introduced his female colleague to his parents. The house was indeed impressive, with three bedrooms and a living room, and it was decorated tastefully.

My female colleague was overjoyed when she came back, and she told everyone she met that she had found a good husband.

However, after the marriage, the female colleague discovered that the house did not belong to the man at all, but to his sister.

His family was extremely poor, and he had three younger brothers.

The man is a mama's boy; he listens to his mother in everything, even his job and salary are arranged by her.

The female colleague was furious, but the marriage was already done, and it was difficult to back out.

She thought to herself, "Oh well, I'm already married, so I'll just make do."

That's how women are; once they get married, it's like someone has grabbed them by the neck, and it's hard for them to struggle.

However, that female colleague later lived a very difficult life. Her husband's entire family depended on her salary, and she had to do laundry, cook, and take care of the whole family every day after get off work.

The man not only refused to help, but also complained about what she did wrong and would scold her at the drop of a hat.

Later, the man kept a mistress outside. When his female colleague found out, she turned around and accused him of being bad at managing a household, saying that's why he went out to find someone else.

The woman suffered terribly. She caught her husband cheating on her husband and only felt like a normal person after divorcing him.

She didn't want her daughter to experience something like that.

The house is well-maintained; it looks like the home of a well-to-do family.

But Song Dazhu doesn't seem like the host here; he seems more like a guest.

Even though his uncle and aunt were very hospitable, there was something off about the place.

Think about it, how difficult is it to get an apartment these days?

Without connections or influence, how could an ordinary worker possibly be allocated such a large house?

Moreover, the furnishings in this house look like they've been lived in for many years.

There was an old-fashioned sewing machine in the corner of the room, its surface wiped clean, clearly indicating that someone used it frequently.

Song Dazhu, do you know how to use a sewing machine?

Zhang Wenying's gaze lingered on the sewing machine for a moment, and she felt increasingly suspicious.

The objects in this room all bear the marks of other people's lives, but there are no items belonging to Song Dazhu himself.

He's a grown man, and there's not a single change of clothes in the house.

Zhang Wenying had made up her mind, but her expression remained completely unchanged.

"Comrade Song, your house is quite nice."

Song Dazhu quickly smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm glad Juanzi likes this house."

"Was this house allocated to you?"

Song Dazhu was taken aback, and quickly said, "My uncle and our factory director are old classmates."

"If it weren't for my uncle, I wouldn't have gotten such a nice house."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Li Xiaojuan.

"Juanzi, once we get married, everything here will be yours."

Li Xiaojuan smiled shyly and remained silent.

Hearing the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen, Li Xiaojuan asked, "Shall I go help in the kitchen?"

"Need not."

Song Dazhu hurriedly said, "You and Auntie are guests today, you don't need to do anything."

But Li Xiaomei was used to being busy, so she got up and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen is a bit small, and it's crammed full of rice, flour, and cooking oil.

As soon as Li Xiaomei entered the kitchen, her aunt was bending over and cutting potato shreds on the cutting board. Seeing her come in, she quickly waved her hand and said with a smile, "Oh dear, hurry up and go out, the kitchen is smoky, don't get your clothes dirty."

Li Xiaomei smiled and said, "Auntie, let me help you. It'll be faster if two people cook."

Seeing that she insisted on helping, her aunt stopped refusing and handed her a handful of sorted green beans: "Then help your aunt break these green beans into sections."

As Li Xiaomei picked the green beans, she noticed that Aunt Song seemed very familiar with everything in the kitchen.

He knows exactly where to put the salt, the knife, and the pot.

Song Dazhu, on the other hand, didn't even know where the soy sauce bottle was at home and had to ask his aunt.

Li Xiaojuan found it a bit strange, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was because he didn't often go into the kitchen.

Zhang Wenying looked around the room.

Strangely, there were no photos visible on the glass under the table or on the wall, but there were traces of photos hanging on the wall.

There was another area that looked like something had been pasted on, but it had been torn off.

Its size is like a family photo.

But why tear up the family photo?

Zhang Wenying remained calm and composed.

"Comrade Song, I'd like to use the restroom."

Song Dazhu quickly pointed in a direction: "Auntie, the toilet is at the end of the corridor, the one on the left." Zhang Wenying nodded.

Upon entering the restroom, Zhang Wenying quickly scanned the area.

The toilet wasn't big, but it was extremely clean. There were two bars of soap on the sink, one half-used and the other brand new. Two towels hung next to it, one light gray and one pink.

She opened the cabinet door again, inside were some toothpaste and toothbrushes, as well as several bottles of face cream and a bottle of men's hair oil.

Zhang Wenying's gaze lingered on the bottles and jars for a moment, without touching anything, but in her heart, she already understood something.

It was past 1 p.m. when the two families finished their meal.

The conversation went fairly well.

Li Xiaojuan wanted to help clear the dishes, but Aunt Song stopped her.

"Sit down, there's no reason for you to clean up," Aunt Song said as she deftly stacked the bowls and plates.

Back home, Li Xiaojuan still felt uneasy.

"Mom, don't you think there's something strange about Song Dazhu's house?" Li Xiaojuan sat on the edge of the bed, twisting the hem of her clothes in her hands, her brows slightly furrowed.

Zhang Wenying remained unmoved.

"What's strange about it?" Zhang Wenying asked in a flat tone, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Li Xiaojuan bit her lip: "The house is quite nice, and it's kept clean."

But I just feel that, given Song Dazhu's qualifications, he doesn't deserve such a nice house.

"So, do you think that's his house?"

"Mom, what do you mean by that?" Li Xiaojuan looked up, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Although I have some doubts, the house definitely belongs to Song Dazhu."

If it weren't his, who would be willing to lend him the house?

Zhang Wenying wiped her hands and face with a towel.

"Xiaojuan, people's hearts are treacherous, you are too young."

In this world, some people may seem honest, but they harbor a thousand and one ulterior motives.

Always be careful in everything you do.

The house felt out of place in every way, and Zhang Wenying had already gone through it several times in her mind.

She has already sent people to inquire about Song Dazhu's situation, but the results haven't come back yet.

She didn't want to draw conclusions too early in front of her daughter, lest she wrongly accuse her.

Li Xiaojuan felt that her mother's words had a hidden meaning, and she began to have doubts.

Aunt Song and Uncle Song, who knew the house intimately, Song Dazhu's awkwardness at home, and the marks on the walls...

"Mom, do you think Song Dazhu's house is borrowed?"

Zhang Wenying did not answer immediately, but instead picked up her teacup and took a big gulp of water.

"It's actually very simple to verify this matter."