Reborn in the 1990s, I want my husband to live to be a hundred.

When the police arrived, the man had already subdued the men and collected all the evidence.

All signs point to a cleaning company's operational error, which resulted in the elderly person's death.

The dead cannot be brought back to life, and mistakes should not warrant death. But the men are demanding that they go to jail and pay compensation.

The man is ruthless, and the evidence is conclusive. To avoid going to jail, one must obtain the man's forgiveness.

"Mom, we can't just let ourselves be bullied like this!" Wenjing was furious after learning what had happened and was determined to get justice. Deng Xiuzhen grabbed her arm.

Wen Yu had calmed down considerably and looked at Deng Xiuzhen, asking, "Mom, is compensation mandatory?"

Deng Xiuzhen nodded: "Although the old lady was in very poor health and was already dying, she was still alive when we arrived, and it was indeed me who knocked down the bed railing and hit her."

Since that incident, Wenxin has become much quieter. At this moment, she just looks at Deng Xiuzhen without saying anything.

"But he can't just ask for an exorbitant amount!" Wenjing said indignantly.

"Forget it, let's not bother with that kind of person. Let's just accept the loss," Deng Xiuzhen sighed.

"Mom, how much does he want?" Wen Yu asked.

"How much? He wants a million!" Wenjing was so angry she was panting heavily.

"What? One million? Even a strong young person would only be compensated five or six hundred thousand, but an old man who is about to die is being compensated one million? Isn't this robbery?" Wen Yu's voice cracked.

"Mom, are you really going to pay this much? This is extortion, I can't give it to you, you know?" Wenjing raised her voice.

"I..." Deng Xiuzhen began, but was interrupted. Qin Yanlin walked over, looked at Deng Xiuzhen, and muttered, "I'm hungry."

Before Deng Xiuzhen could even speak, Qin Wenjing had already started tugging at Qin Yanlin: "Don't cause trouble! Go to the side and wait a bit!"

"Wait a moment, let's talk for a bit, then we'll start cooking right away." Wen Yu's words were tactful, but Deng Xiuzhen caught the impatience in his eyes.

She was somewhat incredulous: Did the children dislike Qin Yanlin?

She couldn't help but recall her past life, and those scenes suddenly stung her.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Seeing Deng Xiuzhen standing there blankly without saying a word, Wenjing and Wenyu calmed down and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little dizzy for a moment. I'll be fine after a rest. We'll talk later." Deng Xiuzhen tried to calm herself down.

"Okay, okay, then you rest, we'll go cook, and we'll talk after we eat."

The three children, Wenxin and Wenjing, went to the kitchen to cook. Wenyu poured Deng Xiuzhen a cup of hot water, sat down next to her, and asked her how she was feeling, his concern evident in his eyes.

After drinking a cup of hot water, Deng Xiuzhen felt much better. Glancing sideways at Qin Yanlin, who sat there like a three-year-old, his eyes filled with grievance, Deng Xiuzhen made a decision: to test the children. She wanted to know why the two children had treated Qin Yanlin earlier—was it because they were anxious and didn't pay attention to their words and actions, or was it an inherent lack of filial piety?

The meal was ready quickly. Wen Yu went to call Qin Yanlin. Wen Jing first served Qin Yanlin and Deng Xiuzhen each a bowl of soup, thoughtfully reminding them to be careful not to burn themselves, before serving herself rice.

"Mom, we can't let them make such an outrageous demand," Wen Yu said after taking a bite of rice.

“I consulted a lawyer and also asked someone to help mediate. I don’t need a million, but I need at least three or four hundred thousand.” Deng Xiuzhen lowered her head, looking so worried she couldn’t eat. Actually, that man, Yao Chenchen’s father, was a scoundrel gambler who had committed numerous crimes. Initially, he asked for a million, confident he wouldn’t budge, intending to get at least a hundred or two hundred thousand from Deng Xiuzhen.

Unfortunately, Deng Xiuzhen contacted Tian Guoqiang, who sent people to thoroughly investigate him and even threatened to arrest him for extortion. He immediately chickened out, agreeing to settle for a couple hundred thousand yuan. If that didn't work, he wouldn't even bother with the money; after all, he was protected by the higher-ups in the public security system, and he didn't dare touch him. He was just a lazy, gambling, and cowardly scoundrel. He might scare ordinary, timid people, but against a truly ruthless person, he'd be the first to run.

Fortunately, Deng Xiuzhen didn't want to have a bad reputation, so as not to affect the company. She promised to compensate him 150,000 yuan, and he quickly agreed and signed the settlement agreement.

Deng Xiuzhen didn't intend to lie to the children, but she was interrupted by them before she could finish her sentence. Seeing their attitude towards Qin Yanlin, she decided to stop talking.

"Three or four hundred thousand? That's more like it!" Wen Jing and Wen Yu both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wenxin silently ate her rice without saying a word.

Ugh……

Deng Xiuzhen sighed deeply, pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside, and couldn't eat anymore.

mom?

The children all looked at Deng Xiuzhen.

“The family used all their money to buy this house, and the rest was invested in the company. We never expected so many things to happen, which resulted in the company not making a single penny and even incurring significant losses. Now, the family simply cannot come up with three or four hundred thousand yuan…” Deng Xiuzhen said, sighing repeatedly.

“Mom, don’t worry. If we don’t have money, we can borrow from Grandpa Zhao and pay him back when we earn it.” Wenjing reacted quickly and immediately found a solution, which made Deng Xiuzhen secretly pause for a moment.

“But given our situation, it might be difficult for us to repay the money,” Deng Xiuzhen said, looking at Qin Yanlin.

"Is the company no longer making money?" Wen Yu asked.

"Are you stupid? It must be because you can't make money that Mom is so anxious!" Wenjing rolled her eyes at Wenyu.

Wen Yu did not respond, but looked at Deng Xiuzhen.

“The company keeps having problems and has already started losing money. Especially this time, your dad, Aunt Zhang, and I all had an accident. With no one to manage the company, we haven’t made a single penny, and a lot of our things have been taken away. Now we don’t have a single customer. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone to that old lady’s house with five or six of us. If we hadn’t gone there, we wouldn’t have encountered this. Sigh…” Deng Xiuzhen said, then sighed heavily again.

"How about we sell the company? If we sell it, you can find something else to do. Everything will be alright after I graduate," Wenjing suggested.

“Yes, Mom, nothing good has happened since this company started. My sister is right. You should sell the company and we should live frugally and make a living. After we graduate, we will support you and Dad.” Wen Yu said earnestly.

“But the company isn’t making much money right now, not even enough to cover the compensation. You need tuition and living expenses to go to school,” Deng Xiuzhen said with difficulty.

Wenjing glanced at Qin Yanlin, pursed her lips, and said, "Mom, don't worry. Let's borrow from Grandpa Zhao first and get through this difficult time. As for repaying the money, I don't think Grandpa Zhao will force us. I'll graduate next year, and once I start working, I can earn money to pay off the debt."