I insist

Chapter 1: Transmigrated as the Evil Mother-in-Law

"Grandma, how...how are you?"

"Mom, is Grandma asleep?"

"Hurry up and bury it, it's bad luck."

What kind of melodramatic plot is this?

The brief conversation was like the sound of drums beating in Song Miqiu's ears, giving him a headache.

The stench of the earth hit her face repeatedly, jolting her awake and causing her to open her eyes.

So I almost got buried alive?

What's going on? Why are the adult and two children crying so sadly?

"Hurry up and bury it, lest something goes wrong." As he spoke, a shovel swung down over her head, splattering mud all over her face and head.

They're trying to cover up the crime?

Song Miqiu wiped her face.

"Ghost!"

The man holding the shovel had just finished swinging it when he happened to meet Song Miqiu's open eyes. Startled, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The remaining mother and her two children were also trembling with fear.

"Grandma...Grandma, are you alright?" The woman was the first to react, and she cautiously approached, trying to pull Song Miqiu out of the pit.

"Me?" Song Miqiu sat up and pointed to herself with her index finger in confusion.

"Grandma, did you bump your head?" Seeing Song Miqiu's lively and energetic appearance, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Miqiu climbed out of the pit, his brows furrowed.

Judging from her height, it was obvious that she was shorter than expected. The skin on the back of her hands was covered with yellow spots and was wrinkled, like a cake base that had been sitting out for a long time.

No, this isn't her body.

Thinking of this, Song Miqiu felt a growing unease.

What happened? How did she become like this?

The woman seemed quite afraid of her. Even in such a strange environment, she still wore her usual ingratiating smile and asked, "Grandma, you're all dirty. Shall I fetch some water for you to wash up?"

Song Miqiu spoke first, stopping the woman: "No need."

She had already spotted the clear stream not far away. After speaking, Song Miqiu rushed over, her cold and hard attitude making the woman even more terrified.

The woman was relieved that her mother-in-law was alright, but at the same time, she was afraid that her mother-in-law would continue to beat and scold her.

Song Miqiu was unaware of the woman's inner thoughts, or rather, she was too preoccupied to care.

She walked to the riverbank and finally saw herself clearly.

His face was yellow and loose, with spots of varying shades on his cheeks, and his eyelids drooped, making him look at least fifty years old.

She, Song Miqiu, was an ordinary working-class woman in the 21st century. After ten years of hard work, she finally managed to buy her own small house. Before she could even pay off a few installments of the mortgage, she transmigrated and lost both her money and her house overnight!

Moreover, this was not the most upsetting thing for her. What made her most upsetting was that she was dressed up as a mean and mean old woman!

This old woman, surnamed Song, has an eccentric personality. She is always decisive and has an extremely strong desire to control her son.

Although she was old, she showed no mercy to her daughters-in-law and grandchildren, and was a notorious evil mother-in-law. The villagers avoided her like the plague.

This time, it was because the village had recently been hit by a flood. In order to escape the disaster, Old Lady Song insisted on getting on someone's donkey cart and asking them to take her family to take refuge.

Because of her notorious reputation, the driver refused and lashed the donkey's rump with his whip. The old woman, who hadn't been holding on properly, was thrown off, hit her head on a rock, and died on the spot.

Looking at the clear river water, Song Miqiu almost couldn't catch his breath.

This time travel was incredibly difficult. How could a woman in her fifties with such a bad reputation possibly have any chance of turning things around?

Thinking of this, Song Miqiu felt that the road ahead was bleak, and she slowly walked towards the center of the river.

I might as well die; maybe I'll do better next time.

Just then, a small figure walked up to her and a childish voice rang out:

"Grandma, where are you going? We should go home!"