A Skeleton Widow's Child-Rearing Plan [Quick Transmigration]

Song Ran was a widower, living all alone in the world until he eventually became nothing but a skeleton. Then one day, a guy calling himself the System came to him and said that if Song Ran helped a few poor little souls get through their miserable childhoods and develop the right values, he could leave once they reached adulthood and see his husband again. And so he transmigrated into a book. Poor kid number one: He never had enough to eat or decent clothes. His stepmother and younger brother bullied him constantly, then he was thrown into a trash can. When he grew up, he turned evil and killed everyone who had bullied him. After Song Ran transmigrated into his world, he patted the little boy's head as the child tried to cook soup from the bones Song Ran had taken out of his own body. "Be a good boy, I'll make you some bone broth." Poor kids number two: They were twins. Their family believed twins were bad luck and raised them like dogs. When they grew up, the twins made the people who had bullied them live like dogs. Later, Song Ran brought them home. "Babies, don't bite my bones. They're really brittle." Poor kid number three: A doll-like little boy, sold to an underground city because of his cute appearance. His values were twisted, and he grew up to become a villain who would stop at nothing. After Song Ran brought him home, "Baby, you need to study hard. Don't end up like me, a poor skeleton with no money or education." Once all the poor little souls had reached adulthood, Song Ran retired after a job well done, only to find someone in every world who looked just like his husband. He later discovered that it really was his husband. Meanwhile, all those poor little souls had become powerful figures in their own right and were searching everywhere for Song Ran. Until the worlds merged and they all came together. As they talked about their mother's traits, they all looked smug. "My mother can take his bones out and make me soup." "Mine too." "My mother even lets us gnaw on his bones." "My mother calls me baby." "My mother is a skeleton." The others: "??" Mom, how many babies have you been raising behind our backs? A little reading guide: 1. Nobody really cooks bones, qwq Theme: Live life earnestly.