Reborn in the 80S: I Was Sixty That Year, and I Began My Revenge

That cup of filial wine at my sixtieth birthday banquet finally killed me. Zhao Guizhi spent her life toiling away, raising four children on her own after her husband died: two of her own and two adopted. She gave them everything, and this was what she got in return: Her adopted son stole her property and sent her to a psychiatric hospital. Her adopted daughter smiled as she pulled out her oxygen tube. Her biological children were driven to ruin, and her grandchildren became sacrifices. As she drew her last breath, she swore: If I get another life, I will never be a doting mother again! When she opened her eyes, she was back in 1983, at her sixtieth birthday banquet. That drugged “filial wine” was being brought to her lips. Her adopted daughter smiled sweetly. “Mom, we'll take care of you from now on.” Her adopted son was the picture of gentility. “It's time for you to enjoy your retirement.” Zhao Guizhi slowly set down her glass, looked around at the roomful of “devoted children and grandchildren,” and smiled. This time, she would live differently. · Her adopted son wants to seize power? She'll ruin his career first, strip away his “model official” facade, and make him a disgrace. · Her adopted daughter wants to marry into wealth? She'll tear off that mask of vanity herself and turn her into a laughingstock among the elite. · Her son-in-law has been bought off? She'll show him what it means to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. · Her biological children are too timid? She'll push them into the tide of the times herself, turning them into rising stars in the business world.