Nineties: At Fifty, I Beat My Scumbag Husband and Unfilial Son, Then Marry into a Wealthy Family

(Feel-good period drama + no golden finger + taking down scumbags + doting on daughters + ensemble cast + everyday family life)

At fifty, Song Zhaodi, who had spent her whole life working like an ox for the Zhang family, discovered that her husband had been cheating on her.

Even her second and third sons were Liu the Widow’s children.

Her three daughters had been forced to drop out of school and suffered endlessly, while her ungrateful son beat her to death with two punches.

The scumbag and the widow enjoyed a new life in three villas, with a fortune of over a hundred thousand yuan.

Song Zhaodi’s resentment was so overwhelming that she couldn’t be reincarnated.

She watched with her own eyes as her scumbag husband went from an obscure vice principal to the elder brother of Kyoto’s richest man.

The widow and her ungrateful sons rose with him, living in endless comfort and luxury.

Reborn on the day she was beaten to death, Zhaodi pummeled her scumbag husband and ungrateful son, took all their money, and burned her in-laws’ home to the ground.

The villas? Perfect, one for each of her three daughters.

The savings of over a hundred thousand? Just the money her daughters need for college and to start their own businesses!

She even filed a complaint, costing her scumbag husband his job and forcing him back to the village to farm.

But the scumbag and the widow, now stuck together for good, didn’t exactly live happily ever after.

The widow wouldn’t feed the chickens or ducks and didn’t know how to farm. With nothing better to do, she kept cheating on him, sending him to the hospital time and time again.

Eyes bloodshot, the scumbag stopped Zhaodi, whose face was split by a broad grin. “Zhaodi, both boys are your biological sons. We’re the real family!”

“I’ve known that for ages. Now get lost!”

The thirty-eight-year-old principal, who was also Kyoto’s richest man, got jealous and pinned Song Zhaodi against the wall that very night.

“Zhaodi, I can get a vasectomy. I just want you…”

Song Zhaodi: “!”

I’m already fifty, man. Are you running a fever?