[Self-redemption + Taking on the Vicious Mother-in-Law, the Homewrecker, the Scumbag, and Outdated Customs]
After Li Qiuqiu died, she kept hearing people cry. First the men, then the women; first the elderly, then the children. Cry, cry, cry, what are you crying for? It's so annoying. What could possibly be wrong?
[1] Colorful flags flying while the red flag never falls?
[2] One residential complex, three little darlings
[3] I'm Not an Illegitimate Child
[4] A Marriage of Blindness and Silence
[5] The Deformed Child
[6] A Female's Guide to Survival in the Beast World
I'm Li Qiuqiu. In life, I was an utterly ordinary student, and my school days were uneventful. I had no romantic experience or juicy gossip of my own. But because I looked honest and knew how to keep my mouth shut, people around me would vent to me whenever they couldn't hold in their gossip any longer. Apparently, I was some kind of soundproof diary that only took things in and never let them out.
As luck would have it, that summer right after graduation, I was leisurely riding my electric scooter in the bike lane when a drunk driver slammed into me. I died despite attempts to save me. I never gave a thought to what would happen after death, and I have no idea how I ended up being sent to all these different worlds. I figured I would at least get a golden finger or some kind of System, but as it turned out, I got nothing.
I couldn't sit still when I was alive, but now that I'm dead, I've got all the free time in the world.
But why do these people cry every single day? What on earth is there to cry about?
Hey, hey, I was just complaining. That doesn't mean I want to live through their stories!
Other people transmigrate and get the whole package: love and riches. But when it comes to me, things have gone completely off the rails. If I take over their lives, will they stop crying?
Looks good, come on Come on, keep an eye on you