Reborn in the Nineties: Turning In My Terrible Relatives

A rough, large hand slammed down hard on the wooden table, making the enamel mug rattle and hum. “Sign! Sign it now! It’s New Year’s, so don’t go bringing bad luck into the house!” The woman’s shrill voice stabbed straight into Lin Qiang’s eardrums. Lin Qiang’s eyes flew open. A yellowish light bulb swayed overhead, and the air reeked of cheap cigarettes and the sour smell of burning coal briquettes. His head felt as if a rusty saw were dragging back and forth through it. The pain was intense. He instinctively touched his forehead. It was burning hot. “Why are you pretending to be dead? Got a fever and gone stupid?” The hand shoved the paper in front of him again, hard enough to nearly punch through it. Lin Qiang looked down. It was a yellowed sheet of paper, with “Property Transfer Agreement” scrawled crookedly across it. Only the two characters of his name, “Lin Qiang,” were missing from the signature line.