The moment I died on the hospital bed, I watched my five children fight over the medical expenses.
The eldest daughter-in-law put her hands on her hips and cursed me to die early, the younger daughter sneered and fought for the inheritance, and the second son whom I loved the most taunted outside the door: "The old immortal is finally going to die!"
It wasn't until I heard that my husband and his mistress were planning my funeral expenses that I realized that my whole life had been a joke.
After resurrecting my life, I tear up the mask of being a filial son and a virtuous grandson in front of the whole village:
\"I won't give my job to idle wolves, I'll donate my money to feed the dogs, and I won't raise any moths!\"
I tore apart my cheating husband, beat up my unfilial children, and started a business with my eldest daughter, who was the only one who burned paper for me in her previous life.
When I opened my first clothing factory in the county, and foreign executives held up roses to court me, the blood-sucking scum from my previous life knelt at the door:
\"Mom, share the food with us!\"
I threw out the renunciation letter with my backhand: "Get away, don't dirty my new leather shoes!"
