Widowed with Three Kids, I Drove a BMW in the 1980s

Cheng Li transmigrated into a period novel as a young widow whose husband had died, and became a mother of three without any of the pain of childbirth.

But looking at the three little tykes before her, she never would have guessed in a million years that they would grow up to become infamous villains.

The eldest was skilled at picking pockets. If he set his sights on something, he always found a way to get it.

Cheng Li: “What color handcuffs would you like? Pick one yourself.”

The second was a computer hacker with an off-the-charts IQ, skilled at changing the digits to the left of the decimal point.

Cheng Li: “Want a lead peanut? Here, have one.”

The youngest was hopelessly lovesick and couldn’t live without a man.

Cheng Li: “What a coincidence, I love playing matchmaker.”

As she raised them, the three villains grew more and more well-behaved and filial, while her business continued to thrive. Becoming the richest person in the country was just around the corner, and she was already planning to retire with 108 athletic young men as her caregivers. So why had the cheap father who was supposedly destined to die young suddenly come back?