The shop renovation is in full swing.

Although the secretary said that the rest could be left to the masters.

But Ning Wan couldn't stay idle; she would run to the shop whenever she had a spare moment.

Watching the once messy little shop slowly transform into the image she envisioned, Ning Wan felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

She would occasionally buy drinks, watermelons, and other things to bring to the workers.

Migrant workers are always down-to-earth and honest.

In addition, Lu Chen is reliable, and the people he hires are not cunning or prone to cheating.

Therefore, Ning Wan felt that the month or so of renovation time was relatively easy and pleasant.

Since her last encounter with Chen Limin, Ning Wan has frequently run into her.

Chen Limin's hair salon and massage parlor is located in a small alley next to Ning Wan's shop.

The two stores are not located very close to each other.

However, the dust caused by the renovation and the large number of workers coming and going still affected Chen Limin's business to some extent.

Without customers, Chen Limin didn't want to stay in the shop.

He simply moved a stool to the roadside every day, cracked sunflower seeds, and said to Ning Wan in a sarcastic tone, "What's the use of being so pretty? The husband you married is just a lousy garbage collector."

Ning Wan paused in picking up the bottle.

As soon as I looked up, sure enough, I saw Aman looking at me with a pitiful expression.

Some discarded materials and aluminum cans from the renovation could be sold for money, so Ning Wan and Aman would collect and sort them together every day before taking them to the recycling station.

Chen Limin had seen it a few times, and she just loved watching the drama unfold.

Still not satisfied, Chen Limin spat out the sunflower seed shells from her mouth and threw them on the ground.

He then turned to Aman and said, "Young man, I'm trying to give you some advice. Be more careful, or your wife might run off with someone else and you won't be able to find her again."

Ning Wan took a deep breath, squeezed the can in her hand, and threw it hard at Chen Limin.

The aluminum can grazed Chen Limin's cheek as they passed each other.

Chen Limin was startled, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't react for a long time.

Once she regained her breathing, she jumped to her feet: "Are you crazy?!"

"Yes, I just escaped from the mental hospital last month." Ning Wan curled her lips into a half-smile: "Do you know why I was arrested?"

Ning Wan's gaze was deep and unsettling, making Chen Limin uneasy: "W-what's the reason?"

“I have a mental illness, and killing someone isn't illegal. So…”

Ning Wan raised an eyebrow and gave her a knowing look.

Chen Limin shuddered, dropping the sunflower seeds she was holding to the ground: "Are you crazy..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth.

Ning Wan glanced at her sideways, looking down at her: "Instead of arguing with me every day, you should find a way to discipline your son."

Chen Limin is 43 years old this year and has a 24-year-old son named Chen Zhuoyang.

He is a notorious scoundrel.

He is ignorant, a gambler, and a freeloader.

That said, Chen Limin's experiences when she was young were quite similar to Ning Wan's back then.

At 19, a time when she was young and naive, she was tricked into having a child by an irresponsible man, only to be abandoned by him.

She then ran a hair salon and massage parlor and raised her child alone.

Because she was quite attractive in her youth, the massage parlor did good business. However, since most of the customers were men, Chen Limin's reputation wasn't very good.

After finally raising the child to adulthood, they thought that good days were finally coming.

Unfortunately, Chen Zhuoyang was naive and got into gambling at a young age.

To gamble, he borrowed money, took out loans, and used credit cards everywhere.

His relatives and friends were all terrified of him.

It is said that Chen Limin has paid off nearly 300,000 yuan of Chen Zhuoyang's gambling debts, but Chen Zhuoyang is not grateful.

She even felt ashamed of her mother's job at one point.

He believes that it is precisely in this environment that he has become so useless.

Even the 188 yuan red envelope that the secretary of Passerby A gave to the neighbors last time was taken by Chen Zhuoyang.

Having tasted the benefits, Chen Zhuoyang came to the store every few days looking for small bargains.

If Chen Limin is sharp-tongued, then Chen Zhuoyang is simply disgusting...

...

Upon hearing Ning Wan's words, Chen Limei deflated like a punctured balloon, losing all her initial enthusiasm.

Throughout her life, even if she is called a mistress or someone who relies on men, she can accept it calmly and with a clear conscience.

But when it comes to his son, all that remains is endless pain and helplessness…

...

Unable to win an argument with Ning Wan, Chen Limin was still not satisfied.

She looked up and glared fiercely at Ning Wan.

Upon seeing this, Aman immediately complained, "Wanwan, she's glaring at you!"

This is a despicable and wicked person.

She just said that Wanwan would leave him, and even mocked him for being a worthless garbage collector.

He holds grudges!

Ning Wan patted Aman on the shoulder and comforted her, saying, "Sister Chen's eyesight is not good, so she can't exert much strength. That's why she likes to look at people with a slanted eye. We should learn to be tolerant of other people's physical inconveniences and not discriminate against or despise them because of it."

Ning Wan used the word "inconvenience" in a rather tactful way.

They were just short of uttering the word "disabled".

But Chen Limin could tell.

She wanted to get angry, but after thinking about it, she finally carried the stool home in a huff.

After Chen Limin left, Ning Wan and Aman continued to collect the remaining construction waste and aluminum cans onto Old Mrs. Chen's tricycle.

“These should be worth a lot of money if we sell them.” Ning Wan clapped her hands, flicking the dust off them.

But Ah Man, standing next to the tricycle, seemed depressed and listless.

"What, are you still thinking about what Chen Limin just said?" Ning Wan comforted him, "Don't pay attention to her, she's just being mean on purpose. Besides, what she says doesn't count. Your future is something you should decide for yourself, no one can control it."

Aman pondered for a moment.

He looked up at Ning Wan and firmly assured her, "Wanwan, I won't be a failure for the rest of my life."

"I will work harder to earn more and more money. Then I will give Wanwan and Xiaoshu a happy life and buy them everything they want."

Ning Wan intended to nod as usual and offer a perfunctory reply.

But today, Ah Man's overly serious gaze made her take it seriously.

Aman stared at her intently, becoming serious and solemn.

The naivety and foolishness on his face were gone.

It was as if they were earnestly making a lifelong promise: "No one will bully you, and no one will dare to bully you! This is my guarantee to you!"

In an instant.

Is it the wind rushing past my ears, or my heart beating faster?

Was it the sweltering heat of late summer, or the burning intensity of his gaze?

Ning Wan had a feeling that something was bursting forth from the ground uncontrollably...

...