My Scumbag Husband Faked His Death to Keep a Mistress? I’ll Make Sure the Grass on Your Graves Grows Two Feet Taller!

[Historical household intrigue + reborn, angst, and face-slapping + a playboy young marquis pursues his wife] Yun Muqing was the daughter of an Imperial Tutor and a descendant of a distinguished family. When the Marquis of Anshun was on the verge of losing his title, she followed her elders' wishes and married the marquis, Song Bingran. On their wedding night, her husband wouldn't even go through the motions. A little over three months later, he insisted on taking a transmigrator as his wife. She refused to respond, unwilling to lose face, but was framed and fell into a lotus pond. When she woke, she had become a wicked wife who had brought her husband bad luck, condemned by everyone. Out of a sliver of guilt, she remained at the marquis's residence and devoted herself to raising the young clan heir the old madam had brought home. But once the boy had made a name for himself and the family had restored its former glory, her husband, long thought dead, returned with another woman: Lian Xia'er, whose radiant smile and fame had won her admirers across the land. The adopted son said, “Mother? How dare you call yourself my mother? My mother is the famous Young Master Lian!” Song Bingran said, “You refused to make way for us. You've occupied the position of principal wife for twenty years. It's time to give it back to Xia'er so our family can be together again.” They sent her to a remote courtyard. As her face rotted and she lay dying of illness, her adopted son and Lian Xia'er burned her alive. She could hardly bear it. She had worked so hard for so long, only to make a wedding dress for someone else. Reborn, she would let no one step on her again! The principal wife of the Marquis of Anshun divorced him. Word was that she had become engaged again to the young heir of the Marquis of Zhongyi, the most distinguished playboy in the capital. Song Bingran had married the woman he loved despite the rumors, yet he was consumed by anguish and madness, constantly begging Yun Muqing to look back at him just once. Xie Cong gave him a lazy sidelong glance. “My wife doesn't take out the trash. Move along. I'm going home to play with the kids.”