Wang Cuifen's aggressive move not only chased away all the onlookers but also turned the tables by shoving the Su family out of the room. With a resounding "bang," she shut the door and locked it, her movements swift and decisive.
"Don't be scared, dear. I’ve kicked all those outsiders out," Wang Cuifen's voice suddenly softened with maternal warmth.
Faced with this unexpectedly gentle version of his mother, Xie Jianhua was caught off guard. His expression stiff, he replied rigidly, "Mom, there’s nothing to be afraid of. The Su family must have ulterior motives for pulling this stunt—"
"Who’s talking to you?" Wang Cuifen shot him a strange look, her disdain palpable. "You’re a grown man, a soldier no less. What’s there for you to fear? Get a grip."
Under Xie Jianhua’s stunned gaze, she yanked him aside and settled onto the edge of the bed, gently patting the blanket. "Qingqing~, let’s get you dressed first and comb your hair. Once you’re all tidied up, we’ll go talk to your so-called parents. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know what kind of person you are. I’ve got your back."
"Mom?" Su Qing peeked out from under the covers, her head full of bewildered question marks. Where did this wild mom come from?
Hearing Su Qing call her "Mom," Wang Cuifen suddenly ducked her head, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle, her face flushing with bashful delight.
"Huh?" The expression left Su Qing utterly dumbfounded, seriously questioning whether this woman was mentally unstable.
But Su Qing had no time to dwell on such trivialities. She glanced down at her hands, then scanned the room, her gaze finally landing on the man standing at its center—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, handsome features, and most notably, a bite mark on his neck, courtesy of her teeth the night before.
There really was a man here. It wasn’t a dream.
Su Qing quickly threw off the covers and scrambled to find a mirror. Staring at the reflection of her gaunt, sunken face, she fell silent for a long moment.
As she held the mirror, Wang Cuifen handed her a comb.
"Your hair’s short, so it won’t tangle easily. Just give it a quick brush. Su Youjin and He Laidi—that wretched pair—would scheme against their own flesh and blood. Disgusting."
"I know you’re too furious to speak right now. But don’t you worry. With me here, no one’s laying a finger on you. Just wait—if I don’t tear your mother and sister’s faces to shreds later, my name isn’t Wang Cuifen! My second son’s been training in martial arts since he was a kid. He’ll beat the living daylights out of your father and brothers!"
Wang Cuifen’s eyes brimmed with pity as she looked at Su Qing.
In her past life, she’d arrived too late, dragged over by nosy neighbors eager for drama. By then, the damage was already done.
She’d assumed Su Qing was one of the masterminds behind the plot to trap her son. Though she’d reluctantly allowed the marriage to save face, she’d never treated Su Qing kindly, and the two had clashed constantly.
The Su Qing from the future—the one who’d fought her tooth and nail—was fierce and full of life, a far cry from this wilted, broken version before her now. It was enough to make Wang Cuifen’s heart ache.
But Su Qing wasn’t silent from heartbreak. She was simply too stunned. She’d never imagined that working overtime to the point of collapse—and then transmigrating—would happen to her.
She’d only meant to take a quick nap. One moment, she was surrounded by neon lights; the next, she was staring into the abyss of the underworld.
A chorus of ghosts had chattered around her, gossiping about how even the underworld had modernized—how the King of Hell was now a young hunk, how grim reapers wore designer suits, how some souls got guided tours while others took express routes to judgment, how some lamented their next life as humans while others celebrated becoming literal livestock...
Before Su Qing could finish digesting the absurdity, the ground beneath her had quaked violently, accompanied by ear-splitting wails. Then—poof—the scene shifted again.
She’d initially thought she’d had two dreams: one about ghosts, the other… ahem.
But now she knew neither had been a dream. She’d genuinely been caught in an underworld mishap, transmigrating into the body of a 1970s woman who shared her name—complete with fragmented memories of the original owner’s life.
The original Su Qing had been the family’s punching bag. Forced to drop out after elementary school, she’d spent her childhood cooking, cleaning, and raising her siblings.
At 16, she’d been shipped off as an educated youth to the countryside. After five years of backbreaking labor—and several holidays spent alone—she’d finally secured a ten-day leave to return home, only to be shoved into her sister’s fiancé’s bed.
All because the Xie family had offered a hefty dowry of 500 yuan. Her sister, Su Xue, refused to marry, and the family didn’t want to return the money. So they’d sacrificed her instead.
Her own flesh and blood had plotted this without a word, trampling her reputation into the dirt, ensuring she’d never hold her head high again.
The original Su Qing had been suicidal. When given a chance to "restart," her soul had dissolved into light without hesitation, merging into the new occupant.
From hitchhiking ghost to sudden homeowner, Su Qing was still reeling. Frankly, she’d rather return to her old life.
She’d clawed her way from orphan to corporate executive, amassing wealth, property, and status—only to lose it all before she could enjoy a single perk. After decades of grinding, she was tempted to yeet herself into another reset.
While Su Qing struggled to adjust, Wang Cuifen had already flung the door open, charging into battle against the Su family like a war goddess.
Su Qing, meanwhile, felt like a spectator who’d wandered into a drama mid-scene, her brain frantically piecing together the character relationships.
‘So the man I slept with last night is Xie Jianhua. In the original memories, wasn’t he supposedly "incapable"? They’d just slept side by side, nothing happened. Was it because she didn’t initiate? Wait—last night was just kissing and cuddling. We didn’t go all the way, so who knows if he’s actually—’
‘That girl crying like a delicate flower must be third sister Su Xue. She refused to marry Xie Jianhua because she’s already pregnant, and he "can’t perform," so he can’t be tricked into fatherhood. Eighteen years old—barely legal—and already knocked up. Yikes.’
By the time she’d mapped out the family tree, Wang Cuifen was already in full combat mode.
And Wang Cuifen’s reputation as a verbal berserker was well-earned. In her past life, she’d arrived too late to defend her family, leaving them nursing grievances for years. This time, armed with prep and vengeance, she struck with surgical precision.
"That cheap little slut Su Xue spread her legs for some random man, got herself knocked up, and still had the gall to swindle 500 yuan from my family? Think I’m some pushover? You scheming whore—I’ll make sure the whole town sees you paraded in shame, drowning in spit by noon!"
The room fell silent, all eyes snapping to her.
Su Xue turned deathly pale, as if fate itself had seized her by the throat. Her terrified gaze locked onto Wang Cuifen.
How the hell did Wang Cuifen find out about the pregnancy?
