Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

Xu Zhu had barely stepped out of the restaurant when she felt she was being watched. She looked back but saw no one. She shook her head, amused, and thought to herself that she was being paranoid.

Later, Xu Zhu realized something was increasingly wrong; there was a sound behind her, walking at a pace similar to hers and her son's. To avoid alerting them, she quietly quickened her pace, unaware that she was also tightening her grip on Li Baobao's hand.

Li Baobao noticed that something was wrong with his mother. He was smart enough not to ask, but instead tried his best to follow his mother's steps with his short legs.

As he neared the alley's end, Xu Zhu let out a long sigh of relief. But in that instant, the world spun around him.

The scholar dragged Xu Zhu and Li Baobao into the depths of the alley.

"Who are you?" Xu Zhu asked, still in shock.

The scholar seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He raised his hand and tucked the stray hairs from Xu Zhu's temples behind his ears, saying in a low, sinister voice, "What, don't you recognize me?"

"Should I know you?" Xu Zhu felt a sense of relief upon seeing the thin, scholarly-looking man who had just arrived.

"Ha," the scholar said sarcastically, "You've forgotten your past after marrying someone else...?"

Xu Zhu shuddered. Could this be...? "Congratulations?" she said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"It's good that you still remember me." The scholar smiled faintly when he saw that she remembered him.

"Is this your son?" Zhu He asked, his eyes dark as he looked at Li Baobao, though his expression remained impassive.

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now?" Xu Zhu didn't want to linger with Zhu He any longer, so he took a step to leave.

"Wait a minute, here you go." Zhu He pulled out a bulging purse, clearly containing a lot of money.

"No need, thank you." If the original owner were here, she might have been overjoyed and accepted the purse, thanking "Zhu Lang" profusely.

But she wasn't the original owner of this body, so she wouldn't ask for money, much less rekindle their old flame.

The scholar suddenly grabbed Xu Zhu and tried to kiss him on the face, but Xu Zhu refused and dodged. This further hurt the scholar's pride, and Zhu He forcibly turned Xu Zhu's face away. Li Baobao tried to kick Zhu He with all his might, but Zhu He wouldn't let go. Helpless, he opened his little mouth and bit him, causing Zhu He pain. He then flung Li Baobao away; although Zhu He wasn't very strong, he was still much stronger than a woman or child. Li Baobao stumbled back several steps and landed on his bottom.

Upon seeing this, Xu Zhu panicked and, without thinking twice, grabbed the jar containing the beggar's chicken and smashed it at Zhu He. Zhu He weakly released Xu Zhu, staggering, and gritted his teeth: "Xu Zhu, I won't let you get away with this." He then tried to grab Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu's heart was pounding. She had held back, afraid of killing someone and getting herself implicated. But now she was worried that she hadn't used enough force; if he didn't pass out, the mother and son would be in trouble. Fortunately, he collapsed before reaching Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu gasped for breath and ran over to hug Li Baobao. Li Baobao was also frightened and started to cry, "Mother, Mother."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Good son, your mother is here."

Fearing someone might come, the two quickly grabbed the jar and the broken lid and left. Li Baobao even carefully picked up the spilled beggar's chicken from the ground.

After all, only Mom packed up the beggar's chicken, so anyone else could guess that the reason for the celebration being on the ground was related to Mom.

The panicked mother and daughter were completely unaware that a person was standing at another entrance to the alley.

After the two had walked away, the man slowly walked over, squatted down, and checked whether Zhu He was still breathing.

Then, unhurriedly, he picked up the purse that had rolled on the ground. Only then did he see the person's face; it was none other than Zhu He's wife, Liu Yi, whose face was covered in tears.

"Miss, Miss"

Upon hearing the maid's shouts, Liu Yi quickly wiped away her tears.

The maidservant approached and exclaimed in surprise, "What's wrong with the young master?"

"It's nothing. He was just reading late last night and he's exhausted. Go and call two servants to carry him back." Liu Yi said casually, as if Zhuhe really had fainted from exhaustion while reading.

She met Zhu He four years ago. Liu Yi went to Ganen Temple to stay for a while because her grandmother had been bedridden for three months.

That evening, the temple was serene and tranquil. Rain pattered on the eaves, then fell, making a "drip, drip" sound. Liu Yi was reading scriptures and sipping pre-Qingming Longjing tea under the eaves. After a while, feeling a little tired, she put down her book and looked up at the rain falling on the ground. She felt something but couldn't express it. Suddenly, she heard a man's voice: "Four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasties, how many pavilions and terraces are shrouded in mist and rain?"