Wang Naiyun was not giving up and chased after her, continuing, "Your aunt only did it because she felt sorry for you. Your mother is such a scoundrel. She only wants to keep you around to work and earn money to support your younger brother and sister. She doesn't care that you, a young woman, will never get married or find a man. After she and your father are gone, you, an old maid, will be all alone and will be abused to death."

In her past life, to repay Han Zhiyuan for saving her, Song Yinhua temporarily helped him take care of his child.

Back then, her mother kept repeating these things to her over and over again.

“Auntie, your son’s wife ran away with someone else, leaving behind three children who need care. Your husband is sick in bed, waiting for you to come back to feed him, clean him up, and take care of his bodily needs. You should worry more about your own family matters.”

Song Yinhua's words made Wang Naiyun's face turn green with anger.

Watching Song Yinhua's departing figure, Wang Naiyun angrily muttered and cursed, "What a thing she is, thinking she's something special. If it weren't for the fact that she's tall and strong and capable, that jinx would never have thought she could marry my son. I wouldn't even look at her if she paid me."

Wang Naiyun was furious and took a bunch of Chinese medicine to the machine tool factory where her son worked.

"Your father is paralyzed like that, your mother is too old to take care of him, and there are your three children that your mother can't manage. So, can you still marry Song Yinhua?"

"Mom, what are you doing at my workplace?" Han Zhiyuan quickly pulled his mother aside. "Didn't I tell you? Wait a few more days, I have a way to marry her. Just hang in there for a few more days."

“Then take a few days off to go back and take care of your dad and the three kids. It’s only a few days anyway. If you can’t get leave, Mom will talk to your boss for you right now.”

"Mom, Mom, I beg you, please stop causing me trouble." Han Zhiyuan was extremely annoyed, but he had to suppress his anger. "My salary is 120 a month. If I take a day off, my salary will be deducted. Our family is relying on my salary right now. If I take a day off, how will we pay for Dad's medicine? Will the whole family starve?"

"I ran into Song Yinhua at the market today. She said she's not interested in you and won't marry into our family." Wang Naiyun embellished the story of what happened at the market to her son.

"Mom, why are you going to see her for no reason?" Han Zhiyuan snapped. "Didn't I tell you? Just hold on for a few more days and I'll figure out how to marry her. Can't you stop causing trouble and holding me back?"

"Why are you taking it out on me?" Wang Naiyun retorted angrily. "Did I let your wife run off with all our money, abandoning her husband and children to be with someone else?"

"Mom, please don't bring up things you don't want to talk about!"

"I never agreed to you marrying that woman in the first place, but you insisted on it. You even said you'd be a bachelor for life if you didn't marry her, and you threatened to sever ties with your mother. Are you satisfied now?"

Wang Naiyun became increasingly angry as she spoke, and started hitting and slamming a pile of Chinese medicine at her son.

"You married such a good wife, she doesn't cook or do any housework in our house. As soon as she saw your father was sick, she ran off with all our money, leaving not a single penny. And there are still her three biological children here. Is there such a heartless mother in this world?"

Han Zhiyuan knew he was in the wrong and was afraid his mother would make a scene, so he had no choice but to endure it and let his mother vent her anger.

"Those three little brats are your children, born from your insistence on marrying that woman. You can take care of them yourself; I'm not going to do it for you." Wang Naiyun stormed off angrily.

Han Zhiyuan had been waiting for this for a long time, and his mother's outburst today made him unable to sit still any longer.

He immediately asked for leave and went out on his old-fashioned bicycle.

An hour later, he parked his bicycle in front of a house in Stone Village and knocked on the window for seven or eight minutes.

The person inside opened the door, cursing and swearing, still holding up their pants with both hands.

"Who the hell is knocking on the window? Believe me or not, I'll kill them..." The hooligan Xie Daguang saw Han Zhiyuan and sneered, "Isn't this the eldest son of the wealthy family in Han Family Village? What are you doing here?"

"Come here, I have something to tell you." Han Zhiyuan walked to a shady corner and whispered in the hooligan's ear, "You'll get your share of the benefits after this is done."

"Leave this small matter to me," Xie Daguang said, patting his chest. "By the way, how did you know I was here?"

Han Zhiyuan pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought from the convenience store and tossed it to the hoodlum, "Find someone tonight!"

After saying that, he rode away on his old-fashioned bicycle.

"Hey, Young Master Han, you still haven't told me how you knew I was here?" He's cheating on his girlfriend here; if her boyfriend finds out, he'll beat him to death.

Han Zhiyuan did not reply.

For the next forty years, he knew everything that happened in the world, big or small, that was broadcast on television or mentioned to him by people around him.

He never dreamed that he would be reborn forty years after his death.

To face this huge mess of people and things again.

In his later years, he contracted the same illness as his father, becoming bedridden and needing care.

His wife, Song Yinhua, had taken care of him without complaint for more than ten years, doing her best to ensure he could leave with dignity in his old age. He had also promised his wife that after his death, the house and property would be left to her for her care.

He passed away shortly after the start of winter 25 years ago.

He knew his wife was a good person, but he also had to think about his children.

He had been paralyzed for so many years, and she took care of him.

When she gets old, sick, or paralyzed, she'll need someone to take care of her, which will be a burden on her children.

Since he was going to die anyway and wouldn't need her anymore, he might as well go all the way and put on a show with the children.

He deliberately died and poured dirty water on his wife, so that his children would have an excuse to kick her out after he died.

You can't blame him for that.

He's a father, so he has to think about his children.

Family love is great.

For the sake of his children, he would do anything, even go through fire and water.

Han Zhiyuan was so moved by his own greatness and loyalty that he almost cried.

But to his utter surprise, he was reborn forty years ago.

Han Zhiyuan recalled that a few days ago, when he opened his eyes, he thought he had arrived in heaven, but instead he saw an old house from forty years ago and his three-year-old son who had just finished defecating and was slapping his face to make him wipe his bottom.

He almost vomited blood at that moment.

My past life felt like a dream, but these past few days since being reborn have felt like several lifetimes have passed.

Han Zhiyuan rode his bicycle back to the machine tool factory; he wouldn't go home unless he absolutely had to.

My ex-wife ran away.

He's a grown man who doesn't know how to take care of children. Just hearing several kids cry gives him a huge headache.

As he passed by the entrance of Hanjiacun Village, the shop owner saw him by chance and immediately called out to him.

"Zhiyuan! Zhiyuan!!"

Han Zhiyuan pretended not to hear.

"Zhiyuan, your mother and your wife are fighting."

Han Zhiyuan helplessly grabbed the handlebars and turned back.

"You just said my mom got into a fight with someone?" Han Zhiyuan's temper flared up at the mention of his mother and wife. "Didn't my mom just go to the market to get medicine for the old man?"

“You know that people often come to the convenience store to play mahjong. Your mother played a few rounds when she passed by on her way back to the village, and ended up losing all her money. Then she got into a fight with someone,” the convenience store owner said.

"What does that have to do with my wife? She ran off with someone more than a month ago, and now she's back?" Han Zhiyuan quickly set up his bicycle and excitedly went inside to find his wife.

"Your wife didn't come back. Your mother was playing mahjong with your wife's family, and they got into an argument and even started fighting," the shop owner said. "Your mother got hit on the head with a mahjong tile, and her head was covered in blood."

Where is my mom?

"At the outpatient clinic."

"My wife's family took my mother to the clinic?"

“Your mother went there by herself. Your wife’s family smashed your mother’s head with a mahjong tile and then left.”

Han Zhiyuan was so angry he gritted his teeth; this was too much of a bullying.

"Who smashed my mother's head?"

"Your father-in-law!"