The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Back home, Feige lay on her bed, feeling that something was missing.

So she sat up again.

"Wu Tang, let's go,"

"Master, where are we going?"

"prison"

"Yes, Master."

Once outside the prison, "Wu Tang, confirm the room, go straight in."

"Yes, Master."

Feige went inside.

"Master, the one on the left, the one on the lower bunk."

Feige walked over, took out the bamboo stick, and began whipping the person on the bed.

It hurt terribly! Suddenly struck, the man on the bed opened his eyes and saw Fei Ge.

"Who are you"

*Smack!* Fei Ge smacked him with a shoehorn.

Taking advantage of the man's momentary daze, Feige whipped him with a bamboo stick.

"Ow"

"Master, don't worry about beating me. I've blocked out the sound; no one outside can hear it, and those people can't hear it either. I've put them to sleep."

Feige laughed. She pulled the man off the bed and started whipping him with a bamboo stick. The man rolled around in pain from the beating. Feige got tired of hitting him.

"Serve him with black sugar, and make him a eunuch forever."

"Yes, Master."

After the pill was given, Feige disappeared.

They went to another room.

"Master, um, over there, next to the door..."

Feige walked over and started beating him without any politeness. The man was quite strong and even managed to grab the bamboo stick. Feige then switched to using a shoehorn. His hand was almost broken from the blows, so he quickly let go.

Feige thought it would be easier to fight on the ground, so he dragged the person to the ground and started beating them.

"Wu Tang, make him mute."

"Yes, Master."

The man felt like he had eaten something, and then he couldn't speak. He looked at Feige, his eyes seeming to say, "It's you."

"I remember now, I've come for revenge!"

"Wu Tang, turn him into a eunuch."

"okay"

When the man suddenly lost his strength, Feige beat him mercilessly. When she got tired, Feige put away the shoehorn and bamboo stick.

Looking at the man on the ground, Feige stomped on his heart.

"Bastard, ptooey!"

Feige disappeared.

Back home, Feige lay down and felt much more comfortable.

The next morning, Feige released the women who were rolling around in the air.

By noon, the eldest son had brought the piglets back.

Days passed, the pig grew fatter, and the eldest son noticed that his mother no longer ran away; she stayed home every day, didn't do any work, but was very well-behaved, and he smiled more often.

One day, the eldest brother brought a girl home.

"Mom, this is my girlfriend."

Feige looked at the girl; she was quite nice, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and seemed very kind.

"Okay," Fei Ge smiled.

The two got married a year later.

The third son graduated from high school and was admitted to a teachers' college. He said that after graduation he would come back to be a teacher and stay with his mother every day. His mother has suffered a lot in her life.

Another year passed, and the eldest son's wife gave birth to a big, healthy boy.

The eldest son's wife treats her very well.

Feige still does nothing every day, just sits at the door and looks at the sky.

Nobody said anything to her; as long as she's happy, anything goes.

The girl graduated with a master's degree and then went on to pursue a doctorate.

Another year passed, and the little one learned to walk. Every day, he would circle around Feige, calling out "Grandma, Grandma."

They went out to work, and Feige watched over him; the grandfather and grandson had a very good relationship.

This kid is well-behaved, doesn't cause trouble, and listens to instructions.

Three years later, Feige left. The original owner had been in a mess all these years, and her health had collapsed.

The three children, along with the eldest daughter-in-law and the little one, were crying their eyes out at her bedside.

They buried Feige.

The eldest son became the head of the family, and the second and third sons would consult him on everything.

As life got better day by day, they would visit Feige's grave to pay their respects whenever they had free time.

A few years later, those who had been sent to prison were released. They came to Feige's grave, looked at the mound of yellow earth before them, and felt even more regret...