After Becoming an Evil Stepmother, I Took My Stepson to Tear the Roof Off

Xu Wan died, only to open her eyes as the wicked stepmother of a male lead in a period novel. In the end, she was doomed to die horribly in a coal mine. When she transmigrated into the middle of her wedding, her first thought was to run away~

But it was the 1970s, so all she could do was keep her head down and carry on as a stepmother. Then she got bound to the Wicked Female Supporting Character System. Looking at the adorable little dumpling in front of her, she began a battle of wits with the System and started her unusual daily routine of maxing out her wickedness points.

Her stepson was timid, so a little scare would do the trick.

Her husband was distant. No problem, as long as he paid her on time.

The reborn woman was scheming? Send her straight off for reform and teach her how to behave.

When her husband's ex-wife came asking to get back together, Xu Wan happily packed her bags and prepared to flee, only to be stopped in advance by the two of them, one big and one small.

She raised the adorable little dumpling into a mischievous rascal. Even her distant husband kept finding excuses to get her attention, and her in-laws doted on her like she was the most precious person in the world. Xu Wan, who had been all alone in her previous life, finally found happiness this time around.

Ji Jianshen: “I'm busy with work. Here's my bankbook, and I'll hand over my salary to you. The kid's still young, so please take charge of raising him.”

Xu Wan diligently counts the money and agrees again and again. Then she takes the little rascal to blow up someone else's outhouse.

Ji Jianshen thought that after getting married, he could settle into a quiet, peaceful life. Little did he know it was the start of one chaotic mess after another.

He comes home from a business trip and finds his supposedly refined wife and son crouched on top of the neighbor's wall, attacking them with cow dung.

“Hahaha! You dared to insult me? Eat shit!”

Beside her, the little rascal claps and cheers: “Eat shit, eat shit!”

The man is afraid to open his eyes, hoping it's all a hallucination. The next second, he grabs one in each hand and hauls them down to scold them. The mother and son are rebellious in exactly the same way, making the veins on his forehead throb.

“Both of you, go back and stand in the corner!”