I Finished Playing the Wicked Stepmother and Ran, but My Late Husband Came Back

Cheng Nian'an signed a contract of servitude with the System: play the wicked stepmother until the story is over, and she’ll get fifty million yuan to go home. On her first day in this world, three kids kneel in a row before her and call her “new mom.” The youngest even has a runny nose. The System demands that she mistreat her stepchildren and kick them out of the house, making room for the female lead’s halo of saintly goodness. Cheng Nian'an grits her teeth and calls the eldest a “little brat.” The System is satisfied, but the three kids retaliate by throwing bugs at her. As if that weren’t bad enough, her late husband, Zhou Yanshen, who supposedly “died in the line of duty,” turns out to be alive. Three years later, he pushes open the door, weather-beaten from his travels. Seeing a table full of food and three plump, rosy-cheeked kids, he fixes her with a dangerous gaze. “Who are you?” Cheng Nian'an smiles brightly. “Your kids’ stepmom.” She only wants to finish her part and run, but this man is like a piece of stubborn dog-skin plaster: she just can’t shake him off.