Are You Kidding? A Three-Year-Old Shows Up, and Even Vengeful Ghosts Can’t Walk Straight

Yan Wo transmigrated one day and was a little flustered. Then she learned her family sold coffins and was so poor they could barely afford food. Her parents were missing, and Yan Wo felt like crying. Fortunately, she could paint portraits of the dead and prepare bodies for burial... Little by little, she made a better life for herself. Everyone said she was humble, easygoing, compassionate, polite, and fair. She thought her career was thriving and her family had made a name for themselves, so she could start looking for her parents. Then the husband she'd picked up turned out to be the upright head of the most powerful sect. In the rain, he opened a red umbrella, revealing his elegant, refined jaw. “Wowo, I haven't forgotten any of the people who bullied our parents.” Yan Wo rolled her eyes. “Don't act so familiar. Women of the Yan family don't marry out! They only take husbands into the family!” The man came closer beneath his umbrella and pulled her into his arms. “I've brought the betrothal gifts. Can you introduce me to our parents now?”