Transmigrate into a Book as a Wicked Mom in the Eighties, and the Stern Officer Falls for Me

When I woke up on the way to elope, I had the allowance Zhou Yuanzheng had sent home tucked against my chest, and the man who planned to take me far away stood beside me.

A few miles away, in the Zhou family courtyard, the two children I had locked inside were shut in a dark room.

One was six, the other three.

My son was afraid of me. My daughter was afraid of the dark.

I had transmigrated into a period novel as the wicked mother everyone despised.

The original owner thought her husband, Zhou Yuanzheng, was cold and taciturn, and didn’t know how to be loving. She thought the children’s crying was a burden and country life was too hard.

A few sweet words from Xu Wenbin had turned her head. She stole money, locked the door, and abandoned her husband and children. She was just one step away from dragging herself and both children into the abyss.

I ran back with all my might.

But by the time I reached home, the courtyard gate was wide open.

Zhou Yuanzheng had come back early.

There was no light in the room. My daughter had cried until she could barely breathe, and my son stood in front of his sister like a little beast, looking at me with nothing but hatred.

I knew that from that night on, no one would believe me.

My husband wanted a divorce, my in-laws wanted to take the children, my family had their eyes on the money in my hands, the villagers were waiting to laugh at me, and Xu Wenbin turned around and accused me of being unfaithful.

I had no right to cry, and no time to plead my case.

I smashed the lock myself, soothed the children myself, and laid every stolen bill back on the table. I went through the accounts, item by item, for everything the Qiao family had taken from me. I threw Xu Wenbin’s slander right back in his face, in front of everyone.

I’ll own my mistakes, repay my debts, and raise my children.

From now on, anyone who wants to take advantage of my ruined reputation, Qiao Maisui, had better ask whether the rolling pin in my hand agrees!