After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

"Auntie, your house was also built last year, a red brick house, and the layout and size are about the same. How much did it cost?"

Jianjun's mother chuckled, "It cost quite a bit of money too."

She cursed Lin Zhilan in her heart, thinking she had ill intentions.

She wanted to see Wang Guifen and Lin Zhilan make fools of themselves, but she never expected to drag herself into it.

She understands the principle of not flaunting wealth.

Lin Zhilan sneered. Just now, when Uncle Chen was here, Jianjun's mother was peeking around outside.

When I saw Uncle Chen off, I saw her rushing into the Zhou family's house.

Wang Guifen arrived so quickly; this aunt must have played a significant role in it.

"It's a lot of money," Lin Zhilan counted on her fingers for them. "The timber was approved by the village, and the labor was also helped by the village. Everyone knows how much they were paid. The most expensive thing was the red bricks and cement, which cost at most two or three hundred yuan."

"I'll keep it at three hundred, Mom. There's still fourteen hundred left. I don't need more, just give me seven hundred."

"Pah!" Wang Guifen jumped up, pointing at her and cursing, "You jinx, you jinx, you shameless slut! That's money my son gave me as filial piety, why should I give it to an outsider like you!"

"Ha," Lin Zhilan sneered, "When I was in mourning, I was your daughter-in-law, but now that we're dividing the money, I'm an outsider."

To tell you the truth, the leaders who came today are here to offer condolences to the families of martyrs and to see if I have any difficulties that the organization can help me with as much as possible.

"Or I'll go ask tomorrow if I'm eligible for my husband's allowance."

Lin Zhilan's name is elegant, but she is anything but elegant in appearance; on the contrary, she has a striking and aggressive beauty.

The original owner was timid and melancholy, always carrying a sorrowful look between her brows. In addition, her appearance and figure were criticized by others, and she always had a habit of lowering her head and shrugging her shoulders. She was beautiful, but she had no aura at all, like a punching bag that wouldn't even cry when pricked by a needle.

But now, she stands tall, and compared to her delicate features, she exudes more radiance and poise.

The chattering crowd suddenly fell silent.

Several young men blushed and smiled at each other.

Song Fang was also beautiful, with fair skin and a slender figure. Before she got married, she was the most beautiful girl in the village.

Even the educated youth from the city couldn't compare to her.

Song Fang was proud of her appearance.

But the moment she saw Lin Zhilan, she knew she had lost.

Seeing these young men blushing and laughing at Lin Zhilan, Song Fang thought to herself, "My mother-in-law is right. This Lin Zhilan is a vixen and not a decent person at all."

"Sister-in-law," Song Fang stepped out from the crowd, helped Wang Guifen up, and said with a smile, "Let's talk things out. Aunt is an elder after all."

Lin Zhilan frowned, wondering why she had come out to join in the fun.

Wang Guifen was speechless when she saw someone standing on her side, and she suddenly burst into tears.

"My God, give my son back his life and take this slut away!"

Everyone else knows to pity this old hag, but my own daughter-in-law only knows how to bully me.

She ended each sentence with an "ah," which sounded like singing to Lin Zhilan.

Seeing that Lin Zhilan was unmoved, Wang Guifen burst into tears and held onto Song Fang's hand tightly.

Song Fang looked at Lin Zhilan with some disdain, as if pleading for help.

"Sister-in-law, look at this..."

Lin Zhilan curled her lips into a smile, "If you feel sorry for the old woman, take her to your home and take care of her."

Jianjun's mother, her face dark, shouted, "Fangzi, the chickens haven't been fed yet! Come back here right now!"

"Okay, Mother."

Song Fang broke free from Wang Guifen's hand. "Auntie, I have something to attend to at home, so I have to go now."

Wang Guifen watched her retreating figure, "You..."

Lin Zhilan smiled and asked, "Mother, when will you give me the seven hundred dollars?"

"Don't even think about it! You heartless, despicable bitch..."

She walked away quickly, cursing as she went.

Zhou Jianmin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grinning obsequiously, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry. My mother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Actually, she's just worried about you."

Lin Zhilan glared at him.

The original owner was drugged, and her most suspicious person was her brother-in-law.

That day, the original owner went to Zhou Jianjun's house to help out. She was busy all day and didn't even have a sip of water. Only Wang Guifen brought her a bowl of chicken soup.

The original owner was flattered and finished the chicken soup right under Wang Guifen's nose.

Looking back now, Wang Guifen wasn't that kind-hearted, unless someone instructed her to do so.

Besides Zhou Jianmin, she couldn't think of anyone else.

After receiving a glare from his sister-in-law, Zhou Jianmin, unable to contain his excitement, turned to dismiss the people still waiting outside and said with a smile:

"Sister-in-law, we're all family, please give me some face and don't be angry with Mother."

As he drew closer, Lin Zhilan suddenly asked, "Jianmin, on the day Zhou Jianjun got married, was it you who asked Mom to bring me chicken soup?"

Zhou Jianmin stopped in his tracks, his eyes darting around. "What's wrong?"

Seeing his behavior, Lin Zhilan understood what was going on.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to thank you for remembering me."

Zhou Jianmin grinned, "You're my sister-in-law. If I don't think about you, who else would I think about?"

His words were ambiguous, and his eyes became lingering.

Lin Zhilan suppressed the discomfort in her stomach, barely managed to maintain her composure, turned around and went back to close the door.

Zhou Jianmin pressed his face against the door and whispered, "Sister-in-law, why did you close the door?"

Lin Zhilan's eyes turned cold, and she deliberately softened her voice.

"I'm the sister-in-law, and you're the younger brother-in-law. It's not appropriate for you to be alone together in broad daylight. If someone sees you, they won't say anything nice."

Zhou Jianmin subconsciously glanced back.

He was afraid too.

He has a shrew at home; if she finds him with his sister-in-law, he's doomed.

Lin Zhilan sighed again, "If only your brother were still here, he could warm my bed at night, and you could come over for a visit."

Her words were full of hints, which made Zhou Jianmin feel restless and itchy.

"Then... sister-in-law, I'll come see you tonight."

Lin Zhilan did not speak.

Zhou Jianmin made up his mind and decided to go back and make careful plans.

Lin Zhilan snorted coldly as she heard her footsteps fade into the distance.

As long as he dares to come, there will naturally be a special place set up for him.

That night, Lin Zhilan put Linlin to sleep early.

The datura flowers she picked on the mountain have now been dried in the sun.

This flower is poisonous and cannot be eaten. The volatile substances produced when it is burned are also toxic; inhalation can cause dizziness and drowsiness.

Zhou Jianmin likes to use drugs, so this must be enough to satisfy him.

Lin Zhilan lit a fire in the yard, then hid inside the house.

It wasn't even past midnight when Zhou Jianmin arrived as expected.

He must have stepped on a nail while climbing the wall, because Lin Zhilan heard him cry out in pain.

Lin Zhilan watched his reaction quietly through the window.

Zhou Jianmin was excited for a long time, and finally waited until midnight.

Wu Li was fast asleep, snoring louder than him.

He tiptoed to Lin Zhilan's door.

Push the door open.

The door was closed.