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Transmigrating to the 80s to Become Stepmom to Five Bigwigs

Mu Jingzhe transmigrates into a book filled with sweet, doting love to become the useless supporting character who serves as a foil to the female lead. She also becomes the stepmom of five kids to her recently deceased husband. The five children are the sort that was bound to grow up to become villainous bigwigs. Right now though, these five bigwigs are still pitiful little kids. After weighing the pros and cons, Mu Jingzhe decides to stay for the time being to take care of them, only hoping that they wouldn't seek revenge on her in the future. Unexpectedly, when she is about to leave, the five bigwigs cling to her and refuse to let her go. —— A long time later, her supposedly dead husband, Shao Qihai, returns. The terrifying business bigshot, Shao Dong: "Thanks, Mommy." The famous author-and-media mogul, Shao Xi: "Mommy helped me." The academic genius who two top universities are fighting over, Shao Nan: "Mommy, help me choose.” The youngest winner of the Best Actress Award, Shao Bei: “Love Mommy the most.” The globally-renowned musician, Shao Zhong: “This is for Mommy.” ...... The five children only recognize their mother and have zero thoughts about their father. Their father's dear brother and old rival turn into his rival in love, waiting to abduct his wife home. Shao Qihai: Hm?!! I'm not dead yet. I'm alive, and I'm back!

Yearly Blossoms · Thành thị
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475 Chs

A Ghost in the Night

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

Xiao Wu soon realized that everyone was no longer staring at him so intently. After heaving a sigh of relief, he sneaked out every day and went to the tree hole.

Shao Dong and the rest were still young, so Mu Jingzhe didn't let them follow her. Instead, she went there herself and even recorded it with a tape recorder.

The situation for the next few days was similar. Every time Mu Jingzhe heard the tune, she had to control herself to avoid crying. Later on, there was even strange music. It sounded normal at first and only a little strange, but it made her hair stand on end.

There was a strong mountain wind on the remote mountains, and a mild wind would blow over from time to time. As Xiao Wu liked to come in the evening, when the humming flute melody played against the mild wind, Mu Jingzhe kept feeling like she was being targeted by something or something could appear at any time. Her heart was thumping.