After My Scumbag Husband Got in a Three-Car Pileup, He Turned into a Cactus, and I Could Hear His Thoughts

【Modern romance with a twist | Mind-reading, punishing scumbags | Revenge wish-fulfillment | Mutual salvation】 【Female lead has a past, male lead is devoted | Second male lead takes the top spot | Younger, devoted caretaker type | The father gains status through his child】 Cool-headed, ruthless revenge-seeking mom × a gloomy, younger Xuanzu male priest, five years her junior. Older woman-younger man romance. Her scumbag husband, Gu Mingzhi, takes his mistress on a trip to scout locations, plotting to make his wife disappear in a way that looks legitimate so he can claim the insurance money. But an accident leaves them dead in a wrecked car. Wen Zhiwei travels a thousand miles to mourn her husband and brings home what’s left of him, reduced to ashes. The moment his wife plants him on the balcony, Gu Mingzhi discovers he’s become a potted cactus. He watches his two-months-pregnant wife shed tears over his photo every day. He watches a daughter with eyes and brows just like his grow up without a father. His heart fills with regret, and all he wants is to leave everything he has to his wife and child. But a young man from the Xuanzu keeps dropping by, fussing over his pregnant wife. Consumed by jealousy, Gu Mingzhi flares up in the flowerpot, bristling with spikes: Shameless! Coveting a pregnant woman! Then his wife gives birth to a baby with knotted ears, And Gu Mingzhi’s mind explodes as he finally realizes something is wrong! He comforts himself: At least he still has a daughter who looks exactly like him, his only blood relative left in the world. Then he hears the little girl earnestly watering the cactus: “Mom says you’re not my real dad. You just look a lot like me...” Wen Zhiwei keeps a potted cactus on her balcony. One day, she discovers she can hear the cactus’s thoughts. Suddenly, things get interesting. She watches coolly from the sidelines, using mind-reading to toy with every member of the Gu family. But every night, the Xuanzu priest, five years younger than her, possessively pulls her into his arms, hoping to use their child to claim the rightful place at her side. “Big sis, if you’re going to use me, use me for the rest of your life.”