Double Transmigration to the 1990s: The Frenemies Take Over the Scene

Before we were reborn, we turned against each other over a scumbag and both died tragically in front of the funeral hall.

When we open our eyes again, we've both landed in the 1990s as each other's sisters-in-law.

Our mother-in-law mocks us as money-losing burdens, and our husbands look down on us for being uneducated.

I take her arm. “Sis, we're definitely getting divorced!”

We kick the scumbags to the curb, toss down the divorce papers, and join forces to build a thriving business empire.

The mother-in-law who once looked down on us now waits outside the company every day, begging us to take her back.

When her ex-husband tearfully begs for forgiveness, she swirls her wineglass and chuckles:

“Your belated passion doesn't sound half as sweet as the pretty boy we keep.”