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Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband

After Lin Xu died, she discovered that the world she was in was a novel. Her eldest son liked to imprison the female protagonist of the novel, engaging in sinister villainous acts with a dark room play. Her youngest son would unfailingly draw substitute's blood and snatch substitutes' kidneys for the female protagonist’s legal antagonist — his unrequited love. Her only daughter was the romantic fool forever revolving around the male protagonist of the novel. If children are not disciplined, the mother is to blame. After being reborn, Lin Xu felt she should step in and discipline her wayward children. However, before she could take action, her eldest son’s dark, handsome, and usually cold face blushed slightly as he asked in a low voice, “Can I touch my head?” The middle son snorted and turned his head, his tone petulant, “I... I don’t want to go home, but if you insist, I'll do it begrudgingly.” The youngest daughter rushed over, mercilessly pushing her brothers aside, “Mom, come and teach me how to solve this problem~” Latter, both sons fought over the bowl of noodles Lin Xu cooked. What was a novel’s female protagonist? Nothing compared to their mother. The daughter transformed herself, letting nothing from any novel’s male protagonist interfere with her studies! The family was blissfully happy. Latter, the revived, amnesiac husband suddenly appeared, cornering her against the wall, his eyes full of struggle, “Even if you're married, I still love you.” Lin Xu pretended to be serious, “Is that so, then what should we do?” He hugged her tightly, his voice muffled and pained, “Divorce him!” Lin Xu chuckled secretly, “I’ll divorce him right away.” Latter, after the husband regained his memory, he said through gritted teeth, “Over my dead body will we divorce!”

Red tea cheese · 都市
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165 Chs

Chapter 83: The Photo of Mother is Missing

The trees at South Mountain Cemetery were lush, and the ground was covered with neatly trimmed green grass, creating a serene and tranquil environment.

Ji Zeqiu held two bouquets of flowers as he walked on the bluestone path, the swaying breeze brushing across his cheeks, sweeping away his troubled thoughts of recently.

Perhaps he should have come here earlier; then he wouldn't have thought so much.

Following the path etched in his memory, he arrived in front of his parents' tombstone.

Because no one had visited for a long time, a layer of dust had accumulated there.

Ji Zeqiu squatted down, took out the handkerchief he brought with him, and gently wiped the tombstone, clearing the dust to gradually reveal the names inscribed on it.

Lin Xu.

It was a very common name, he had even encountered three or four people with the same name as his mother over the years.

So he was only surprised the first time he heard the name Lin Xu, and then he never cared much about it afterward.