Quick Transmigration: After the Scumbag Dies, I Inherit His Fortune in Tears

[Quick transmigration + unhinged fiction + a wealthy widow + brainless, feel-good tycoon fantasy + making the System cry]

In her previous life, Jiang Lian was abused physically and emotionally by all kinds of scumbag men while working in the Quick Transmigration Bureau's Saintly Mother Division.

After awakening and returning, she faces a scumbag CEO who wants to harvest her kidney to save his beloved. In her ear, the System issues a frantic warning: [Host, please use love to change him! Save him!]

Jiang Lian smiles and yanks out the scumbag's oxygen tube. “No problem. I'll make sure he passes away peacefully.”

The next day, dressed in a custom funeral outfit, Jiang Lian sobs “heartbrokenly” at his funeral.

Then, as his legal widow, she takes over his entire trillion-yuan business empire and throws a yacht party for a hundred top male models at his graveside.

The System breaks down in tears: [I told you to change him, not cremate him! And you're using his inheritance to throw him a seventh-day memorial?!]

Jiang Lian taps her freshly painted red nails and listens to the notification that a trillion yuan has arrived in her account. “Why be some tragic heroine when being a widow is so much better? Come on, let's go claim the next good husband's inheritance.”

Later...

The Sword Venerable of the cultivation world, who proved his Dao by killing his wife, is struck by ten tons of lightning rods she adds to his tribulation, leaving him reduced to ashes;

The marshal who feeds his wife to the insect swarm is outmaneuvered by her, and he and his starship are blown up into a dazzling firework display;

Every scumbag man Jiang Lian sets her sights on meets the same fate, passing away peacefully in one bizarre “accident” after another.

Until one day, Yan Wujiao, the cold-blooded nemesis of all worlds, personally hands her a notarized deed to his three-trillion-yuan fortune.

His eyes gleam with a crazed possessiveness as he softly coaxes her: “I'm about to die. My fortune is yours, and you are mine. Will you sign?”