Summary
My parents taught me from childhood to be a good person—respect my elders, cherish the young, and always put others before myself.
Yet the harder I tried, the more wretched my life became.
My husband doted on his concubines, my son refused to apply himself, and my daughter treated me as her enemy.
With nowhere left to turn, I hanged myself.
To my astonishment, a soul from another world seized the chance to occupy my body.
I was horrified.
“How could you do this? Who are you?”
The stranger answered with perfect calm.
“I’m a bitch.”