Reborn, I Turned the Tables with My Two Adorable Kids

In a dilapidated house, the mud walls are so filthy they’ve turned yellow-black. Two undernourished children, gaunt and sallow, kneel beside the bed, tears streaming down their faces like beads from a broken string. In the courtyard, their mother-in-law curses at the top of her lungs: “You’re always pretending to be dead! And you two little brats, get out here and go gather two bundles of firewood from the back hill! Otherwise, you’re not getting dinner!” Gu Nianqiu opens her eyes. What she sees and hears makes her think she’s watching a scene on TV. What on earth is going on? Something sticky seems to be running down her head. She touches it and finds blood. Doesn’t she remember treating the wounded at a field hospital? No, wait. The hospital was ambushed by enemy troops, and in the emergency, she shielded a child with her body to save them. “Am I dead? No! Did I transmigrate after dying?” A flood of memories that don’t belong to her surfaces in her mind. Her sister-in-law says coldly from the courtyard, “You’re the second son’s wife. Mother didn’t do anything to you; you fell by yourself, so stop pretending! When your second brother gets home, I’ll tell him. He’ll probably beat you again, so you’d better get up. You still haven’t washed the clothes today!” Gu Nianqiu wants to swear. Was the original owner really tormented to death like this? Damn, who do you think you are? I’m not as weak and easy to bully as the original owner! she thinks. “Ding! The host is bleeding. Would you like Yunnan Baiyao and bandages?” “What the heck!?” Gu Nianqiu jumps at the sudden voice prompt. An invisible space opens before her eyes. Oh my god! Is heaven looking out for me? I even got to transmigrate with a supernatural storage space. Hahaha!