Chapter 110: The Vicious Mother-in-Law’s Affection – 1

“Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. You have received Gift Pack x1 and 10 Virtue Points. The requester has given a three-star average rating: ‘It is a great regret that I did not marry a good man!’ The Book Spirit’s evaluation is: ……..”

“You little brat, let me ask you, what exactly is that ellipsis supposed to mean?”

“It means it’s hard to put into words~”

Ren Xin: “……..”

“Just transfer me!”

“As you command!”

The client this time was a wealthy widow in her forties. She had raised her son alone and never intended to remarry; she always felt that if she wed again, her son would be mistreated.

The son recognized the original soul’s sacrifice and was obedient in most matters. He was also consistently excellent: he graduated from a prestigious university and had built a thriving business of his own.

The trouble began when the son brought his girlfriend home. The original soul felt like her child was being stolen from her, so she looked down on the girl at every turn and constantly sabotaged the relationship, eventually causing the couple to break up.

For the first time, her son spoke harshly to her, saying he had had enough of his life being controlled and that he wanted to escape her. To the original soul, this was a bolt from the blue.

Later, the son reconciled with the girl, but he stopped coming home.

The original soul believed everything was the woman’s fault and continued to harass her. The girl was driven to her wit’s end and eventually died in an accident while trying to avoid the original soul.

Upon hearing the news, the son completely broke down and fell into a deep depression.

The original soul refused to leave his side for even a moment, meddling in everything without any sense of boundaries. Finally, unable to take it anymore, the son committed suicide.

The original soul went mad. She spent every day muttering about her son, crying about how she had sacrificed so much and wondering why everyone treated her this way…

“See, Book Spirit? Now this is what you call ‘hard to put into words’!”

“Mission Requirements: Be an open-minded mother, a loving mother-in-law who dotes on her daughter-in-law, and love yourself well.”

Easy peasy~

“Book Spirit, why don’t the requesters carry out these kinds of missions themselves? It’s not like some epic script of national feuds, crazed villains, mistresses usurping wives, or ‘true and fake heiress¹‘ tropes. This is just domestic drama. Why use a heavy-duty cleaver like me to kill a chicken²?”

“Uh… you aren’t even qualified to receive those other scripts.”

“Based on what? Haven’t I lived long enough?”

Book Spirit Number One tried to explain in as calm a tone as possible. “Based on the fact that you get a three-star average rating even on the simplest missions. Isn’t that trashy enough?”

Ren Xin: “………”

Book Spirit Number One continued, “As for why the requesters don’t start over themselves, that’s a good question. It’s because they are merely a wisp of obsession—one so strong it forms its own Book Domain, which we then capture. Besides, not everyone has the luck to be reborn. We tried letting the requesters start over in the past, but without exception, they all failed. Humans can never truly face their past mistakes and complete a mission with a clear head, no matter how many times they are reborn!”

After all that talk, wasn’t it just because a ginseng spirit like her was cheap and effective?

“You’re not wrong! There aren’t many exiles like you. Before you, many mission executors went mad one after another. They couldn’t distinguish themselves from the roles they played, and the consequences of that confusion were extremely severe!”

Ren Xin stroked her chin and sighed, “Ginseng really is superior~”

Today was the day her son, Tang Ruihang, was bringing his girlfriend home. This was her time to shine. Ren Xin immediately picked up her phone and started ordering takeout.

Book Spirit Number One: “……..” Was the host’s standard for “doting” a bit too lax?

“Mind your own business!!”

Translator’s Notes