Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

Xujia Village, a remote suburb of the capital of Qi State

As evening falls, wisps of smoke rise from every chimney. After a long day's work, the villagers relax, enjoying meals cooked by their wives, smoking, and occasionally tapping their pipes. The whole village is filled with peace and tranquility.

The only exception was that small, dilapidated courtyard in the remote part of the village; there wasn't even a wisp of smoke from cooking fires, let alone any sound.

"Eek!" Xu Zhu was awakened by the cold. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a dirty and tattered curtain. She moved uncomfortably. The bed was cold and hard, and the cotton in the quilt was scrambling out.

Xu Zhu's eyes widened in surprise. Where was she? Why were there curtains? She clearly remembered that there were no curtains in her house.

"Mom, you're awake?" A little boy, about four or five years old, pushed open the creaking door.

Xu Zhu was taken aback. Why was she being called "mother"?

She had been married to her husband for nearly ten years but had no children. Her mother-in-law constantly berated her, openly and subtly, calling her a barren hen. Her husband's complexion was also deteriorating, and he often stayed out all night. Xu Zhu spent nights in tears. Before their marriage, her husband had said so many sweet words, that he loved only her and had nothing to do with her family background or appearance. But after they couldn't have children, he found a mistress.

During the day, Xu Zhu couldn't take her eyes off her colleagues' children. At night, she would look at pictures of children and read novels about them in bed. While reading, she would imagine herself as the mother in the story, with chubby little children drooling, sucking their fingers, and sweetly calling her "Mama."

"Are you feeling better, Mother?" The boy carefully carried the water to the bedside.

Xu Zhu then came to her senses and carefully examined the little boy in front of her.

It was already late autumn, yet the little boy was still wearing only a thin shirt; his trousers were noticeably too short for his legs, and he was as thin as a bean sprout, his chest pressed against his back. The little boy had his hair in a topknot, his delicate face filled with worry, and his lips were purple from the cold. He held a bowl of water in his small hands, and Xu Zhu looked into his hands, noticing very obvious chilblains.

"Are you calling me Mother?" Xu Zhu asked in a hoarse voice, licking his lips.

The boy was startled. Did his mother not recognize him? Soon, his little eyes filled with tears.

"Don't cry, that's not what I meant. I just woke up and my mind is a little muddled. Can you tell your mother what's going on? I've forgotten a bit." Xu Zhu felt a dull ache in her heart when she saw the little boy was about to cry, and hurriedly tried to comfort him.

"Okay, Mom, have some water first." The little boy understood immediately; his mother had slept for a while, but hadn't forgotten him.

Xu Zhu lay on the bed, staring blankly at the curtains. Only after the little boy spoke did she realize that she had transmigrated into a book she had once read and become the mother of the villain.

This book is about a villain who targets the male protagonist at every turn and tries to kill him, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics that are impossible to defend against.

The story also involves imprisoning the female lead in his own courtyard, but the male lead successfully rescues her and defeats the villain thanks to his family background and his wisdom. In the end, he and the female lead live happily ever after.

The villain met a tragic end; he was hanged by the new emperor. Before dying, he laughed heartily, a laugh tinged with a strange sense of relief.

The villain lived a life of loneliness and poverty. When he was still an infant, his father abandoned him and his mother to join the army; in his childhood, his mother was forced to marry another man, and his maternal grandmother sold him to a wealthy family as a servant.

The villain's name is Li Jue, a name he changed himself after growing up; his original name was Li Baobao. Ironically, his name was unwanted by his father and neglected by his mother.

His temperament was extremely twisted. He studied desperately, but after passing the imperial examination, he not only failed to benefit the people, but also became involved in the struggle for the throne and factional infighting. He deliberately created chaos in the court, where the country was no longer a country and the family was no longer a family. The people grieved and complained, but dared not speak out against him.

After the protagonist brought him to justice, the people took to the streets, removing their hats in a joyous atmosphere. They all praised the protagonist for finally getting rid of this scourge.

Xu Zhu's feelings at this moment were extremely complicated. To be honest, she was very happy. In modern times, she was an orphan, unaware of her parents or her place of origin. She went to university, fell in love with her husband, and they naturally got married. She thought they could live happily ever after, but little did she know that because she had no children, everything would change.

She longed to have a child, and now, she had transmigrated into the book, fulfilling her wish to have one. Even if the child was a villain, she would cherish him and guide him to be a good person, preventing him from going astray.

As for the man who abandoned his wife and children, he was both the villain's father and the protagonist's father. He left his wife to join the army. Later, he distinguished himself in battle, was promoted to general, and married a lady from a prominent family. He had the protagonist and lived a very successful life. This is why the villain's son went mad and wanted to kill the protagonist.

The original owner did not like her husband; she preferred a poor scholar. However, her husband took ten taels of silver to propose marriage, and her family, greedy for money, married her off to him. The poor scholar felt insulted and left his hometown.

The original owner always stayed with this family and child, even though she didn't particularly like her husband and child.

However, her family felt it was a waste for her to have a child with a man whose fate was unknown, so they forced her to sell the child and remarry.

The original owner didn't want to remarry, so she banged her head against a wall, which allowed Xu Zhu to get a free advantage.

Having experienced her previous husband's behavior, Xu Zhu felt that all men were unreliable, so she wasn't considering marriage and instead wanted to raise the child peacefully. As for the child's biological father, well, Xu Zhu thought, "That jerk, no way I'm going to think about him."

"Mommy, will you abandon me because of what Grandma said?" Li Baobao asked softly, fiddling with his tattered clothes. Although he was only four years old, he knew that his mother might leave him.

"No, baby, Mommy, no, Mommy won't leave you, and I won't send you away." Xu Zhu originally wanted to get up from the bed to hug Li Baobao, but unexpectedly, she didn't have the strength. Embarrassed, she silently raised her hand and ruffled the child's hair.

"Really? You really won't sell me? I don't want to leave my mom." Li Baobao suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Yes, Mother can't bear to part with her." How could Xu Zhu bear to sell this child? It was the child she had longed for day and night! "Baby, come on up, come on up, lie down with Mother for a while, okay?"

Li Baobao took off her shoes, nimbly climbed into bed, and snuggled under the covers. The covers smelled of her mother.

Xu Zhu froze the moment Li Baobao crawled into bed. She touched the child; he was heartbreakingly thin, with barely any flesh on his thighs. She resolved to feed him well from now on, to raise him into a chubby baby.

With these thoughts in mind, Xu Zhu drifted off to sleep.

As Xu Zhu walked, a cloud of white mist appeared not far away.

"Come here," a voice came from the white mist. Xu Zhu walked over and saw that the white mist was actually a human figure.

“I am Xu Zhu, and I know you are inside my body right now,” the white mist said.

Xu Zhu blushed. Not only had she transmigrated into the book and taken over someone else's body, but she had even stolen their son.

"I hope you can promise me something," the white mist continued, "If, if you happen to meet Zhu He, could you please apologize to him for me?" the white mist pleaded.

"Who is this congratulations? Why don't you go yourself?"

"I can't go back, I'm leaving soon. Please, congratulations on becoming a scholar."

Xu Zhu suddenly realized that the congratulations must have come from the scholar whom the original owner had been fond of. She truly felt sorrow for the original owner's son and husband, who were still thinking of her lover even on her deathbed.

"Okay, I promise you."

The white fog gradually dissipated.

"Xu Zhu, Xu Zhu, open the door, open the door." The door, bearing a weight far beyond its years, creaked and groaned.

A knock came at the door, and Xu Zhu opened her eyes. Little Bean Sprout, hearing the loud knocking, nervously clutched her mother's clothes. Xu Zhu felt her heart melt.

"Baby, don't be afraid, Mommy will go down and open the door. Don't be afraid, you're such a good boy." Xu Zhu kissed Li Baobao and comforted him.

"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" Xu Zhu's mother, Wang Chunhua, looked unhappy; her hands were sore from slapping the door.

Wang Chunhua entered the house, looked at the destitute place, and looked down on it. She didn't even bother to sit down.

“You brat, have you thought this through? Don’t think that you can get what you want by crying, making a scene, and banging your head against the wall. The Hua family doesn’t care that you’ve been married before, they still want to marry you and give us thirty taels of betrothal money.”

Wang Chunhua kept talking.

"And another thing, you can sell that little beast to the wealthy Wang family. He'll live a life of luxury there, much more comfortable than he is now. The Hua family doesn't want this burden. I advise you to agree quickly. Someone like you is a blessing if the Hua family is willing to take you. Add it all up, it'll be forty taels of silver in total. That's enough to get your third brother a wife and buy a few acres of land."

Xu Zhu looked coldly at the short, thin Wang Chunhua in front of him. She had high cheekbones and looked like someone who wasn't easy to get along with. Her eyes lit up at the mention of money.

So, this old woman was planning to sell her daughter and grandson and pocket all the money.

Ha, what a clever scheme! In the book, even after Xu Zhu hits a wall, he's still completely controlled by his parents. It's truly pitiful that Xu Zhu has such a powerful family.

But she was not the cowardly Xu Zhu; this old woman had no right to interfere in her and her son's affairs.

"Mother, let's talk about this later. Besides, the baby's father might not be dead," Xu Zhu said casually.

"What did you say? Does it make a difference whether he's dead or alive? He's vanished without a trace. You still expect him to come back?" Wang Chunhua said, her spittle flying as she spoke.

Xu Zhu took a step back without changing his expression. "Mother, I will not marry, nor will I sell my son. If you try to force me, I will go and talk to the village head."

At all times, the wives of soldiers are protected, and anyone who dares to harm them will be punished.

The mere mention of going to the village head made Wang Chunhua back down. She muttered to herself, "How did that little brat become so sharp-tongued?"

She was seething with anger. Thinking of this, she glanced at Li Baobao with her tiny eyes and saw him on the bed. She took three quick steps over, grabbed Li Baobao, and slapped him hard across the face.

When Xu Zhu saw Wang Chunhua walk past, she knew something was wrong. She wanted to stop her, but she was just recovering from a serious illness and couldn't possibly walk as fast as the old woman.

She watched helplessly as her son's face visibly swelled up. That slap to her baby hurt more than a knife twisting in her heart. Xu Zhu was both in pain and furious, her chest heaving. She rushed to look at Li Baobao's face.

"My darling, my sweetheart, my baby, let me see, let me see, oh, it hurts, let me blow on it, let me blow on it for you. My child," Xu Zhu's voice trembled, and as she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She carefully blew on it.

"Mom, sob sob," Li Baobao cried out, feeling aggrieved and in pain, when she saw her mother crying.