I didn't believe the barrage after rebirth, my mother-in-law handed me poisonous chicken soup
In my last life, I believed the nonsense of barrage. "My mother-in-law beats you for your own good." "It will be over if you bear with it." "She is your husband's biological mother after all." It wasn't until I was killed by domestic violence that I realized that the IDs that were urging me to be generous were all registered by my husband's family. Reborn on the wedding day, a barrage passed before my eyes: "Why is the bride putting on such a bad face? She is crying in mourning!" I smiled and took my mother-in-law's hand: "Auntie, let my son get married. You and my dad are more suitable." When the scene was in chaos, I caught a glimpse of admiration flashing in my mother-in-law's eyes.
