Shuiyin had been trapped for three days in the body of a woman named Shen Qiuwan. During this time, a thing calling itself the “Good Woman Correction System” had projected Shen Qiuwan’s entire life into her consciousness in written form, supposedly to prepare her for the role she was to play.

As for what the so-called “Good Woman Correction System” was, just from its name, it was clear—it was nothing good.

[System: This system is designed to correct women who do not meet the standard of a “good woman” by enforcing role-playing to achieve correction. The host has been detected as failing to meet the standards of a good woman and has been chosen for mandatory role-play correction.]

[To be deemed successfully corrected, the host must become a tolerant, gentle, obedient, selfless, and sacrificial positive female figure—a good daughter, a good wife, a good mother, a good daughter-in-law, and a good mother-in-law. Only then can the host exit the system and return to her original world.]

To this, Shuiyin smiled sweetly and obediently, then said to the system in her mind: “Go to hell.”

[Warning! If the host fails to play out the character’s life according to the original plot, she will repeatedly enter similar worlds and will never be able to leave the system or return to her original world!]

Shuiyin didn’t care. So what if she couldn’t go back? Living anywhere was still living. What she hated most in her life was being forced to do anything. If someone tried to push her head down and make her endure a lifetime of humiliation, she would rather see them all perish together.

The “Good Woman Correction System” issued countless warnings in her mind, but Shuiyin ignored them all. Temporarily confined to the body of the “protagonist,” Shen Qiuwan, in this world, she could only wait idly, as if at a respawn point. To pass the time, she read through Shen Qiuwan’s life story.

Shen Qiuwan was born into a wealthy family, but her father squandered their fortune through gambling, leaving them impoverished. As a child, Shen Qiuwan took on odd jobs to support her drunken, gambling father, carrying the burden of the household from the age of ten.

At seventeen, her father sold her to the Zhang family to pay off his gambling debts. She was married off to the frail eldest son of the family to bring him good fortune. Three months after their marriage, her husband passed away, and her mother-in-law, Madam Zhang, resented her, blaming her bad luck for her son’s death.

Soon after, Shen Qiuwan discovered she was pregnant, but she was framed by Zhang Lin, the family’s adopted son, who accused her of having an affair with the steward’s son. Madam Zhang believed Zhang Lin’s words and deemed Shen Qiuwan unfaithful. Forced to prove her innocence, Shen Qiuwan severed her own finger and swore by her blood that the child was her late husband’s. Although Madam Zhang remained skeptical, she begrudgingly allowed Shen Qiuwan to stay, hoping the child might indeed be of Zhang family blood.

Shen Qiuwan gave birth to a son, who resembled the late eldest son as he grew. Touched by the continuation of the family line, Madam Zhang took the boy to raise herself, leaving Shen Qiuwan to live as a servant in the household. Her son, influenced by his grandmother, came to despise and humiliate her as if she were a mere servant.

Zhang Lin, plotting to take over the family estate, tried to harm the young master. Shen Qiuwan protected her son at all costs and endured countless trials. Despite her efforts to expose Zhang Lin’s schemes, she was misunderstood and hated by both her son and Madam Zhang. Eventually, with the help of the steward and his son, she unveiled Zhang Lin’s ambitions, earning her mother-in-law’s forgiveness and her son’s love. She finally achieved the status of a true mistress of the house.

But her story didn’t end there. When her son grew up and married, his wife turned out to be Zhang Lin’s illegitimate daughter, seeking revenge. The daughter-in-law caused chaos in the family, estranged Shen Qiuwan from her son, and framed her repeatedly. Shen Qiuwan was eventually cast out by her own son in anger.

Even then, Shen Qiuwan bore no resentment. When her son realized the truth, she helped him reclaim the Zhang family’s legacy. She forgave her treacherous daughter-in-law, choosing to let go of hatred for the sake of family harmony, and held her grandson as she embraced what she saw as a happy ending in her twilight years.

This woman, who suffered and cried for most of her life, finally found what she considered peace when her hair began to gray.

[The three-day observation period is about to end. Please prepare to begin role-playing, Host.]

Shuiyin felt a wave of dizziness before regaining her senses, only to hear a shrill voice screaming, “You wretched harbinger of death! Shameless woman! Not only did you kill my son, but you’ve also committed such disgraceful acts! You’ve utterly ruined the Zhang family’s reputation! Confess immediately! When did you and Fan Ping’an start your affair? Or do I need to enforce family law to make you talk?”

Lifting her head, Shuiyin saw a mourning hall. The white funeral banners fluttered, and the air reeked of burnt paper and incense smoke, making it hard to breathe.

An enraged Madam Zhang, supported by maids, pointed at her and cursed, her hands trembling as she clutched jade bracelets and gold rings. Though called “Madam Zhang,” she looked no older than her forties or fifties, but her expression of bitter anger aged her considerably.

Sweeping her gaze over the people in the hall and their attire, Shuiyin immediately knew the scene: this was the part of the story where Shen Qiuwan had just become pregnant and was being framed by Zhang Lin.

It was the infamous “tribunal” scene—a pivotal moment.

Beside her lay a young man, the steward’s son, Fan Ping’an—her so-called “lover.” According to the story, Fan Ping’an was a simple and honest man who had quietly helped Shen Qiuwan a few times out of kindness, which made him the perfect scapegoat for Zhang Lin’s scheme. Unfortunately, he was also mute, making it nearly impossible for him to defend himself. Beaten by Zhang Lin’s lackeys, he now lay on the ground, silently weeping in his pitiful state.

The steward knelt nearby, his face full of sorrow as he pleaded with Madam Zhang. “Madam, my son would never do such a thing! He was raised under the late eldest son’s teachings and would never have any improper dealings with the young mistress. Moreover, the young mistress has always been devoted to caring for the eldest son and could never commit such an act. Please reconsider, Madam!”

Madam Zhang’s fury only grew at his words. “She pretended to be some virtuous and chaste woman and even fooled me for a time! Now, with witnesses and evidence, how dare you deny it? If they’re truly innocent, how do you explain her clothes being found in Ping’an’s room? Zhang Lin even caught them in the act! Are you saying Zhang Lin fabricated all of this?”

The Zhang family’s adopted son, Zhang Lin, had a distant familial connection to the matriarch. His grandfather had been a close friend of the late Zhang patriarch, and when their family fell into ruin, Zhang Lin was taken in by the Zhangs. Growing up under the matriarch’s care, he became a favorite. As described in the original plot, Zhang Lin appeared refined and polished, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his tall and strikingly handsome figure.

Standing beside the matriarch, he spoke at just the right moment. “I don’t want to believe that my sister-in-law and Ping’an would do such a thing, but I cannot hide the truth from Mother when I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I hesitated to say anything before, as Brother was gravely ill, and I didn’t want to stir up trouble. But now that Sister-in-law claims to be carrying Brother’s child, I feel compelled to raise some doubts… Is this child truly my brother’s?”

Before anyone could respond, he continued smoothly, “Dr. Fu mentioned before that Brother’s health made it highly unlikely for him to conceive a child. Sister-in-law has only been in the Zhang family for three months—how could she get pregnant so quickly?”

His insinuations hung in the air as he turned his gaze to Shen Qiuwan, who knelt silently. With a feigned expression of regret, he added, “Sister-in-law, if you won’t confess, we’ll just have to question Ping’an until he tells the truth.”

Shuiyin remained quiet, watching coldly as this group of people spoke. In the back of her mind, the irritating system kept trying to assert its presence.

[Host, follow the script! Immediately sever your finger to prove your innocence and swear your purity!]

Shuiyin slowly lifted her head, her gaze locking on Zhang Lin, the man determined to destroy her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her expression became one of sorrow and despair, layered with a complex mix of emotions that seemed ready to overflow.

Zhang Lin felt a jolt of unease as she stared at him, sensing something was amiss. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Qiuwan choked back a sob, tears streaming down her face. She said, “How could you do this to me? How could your heart be so cruel, Brother Lin?”

Shuiyin rose slowly, cradling her abdomen, and fixed her gaze on the stunned Zhang Lin. She spoke deliberately, “I am carrying your child—your own flesh and blood. Are you really going to drive me and our baby to death?”

The room fell into stunned silence.

The matriarch, heartbroken and breathless, the worried steward, and even the battered, mute Ping’an all turned their astonished gazes toward Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin was equally shocked and immediately denied the accusation. “What nonsense are you spouting? You’re my sister-in-law! How could there possibly be anything between us?”

Of course there wasn’t. But now that I’ve said there is, there is. Shuiyin sneered inwardly.

Controlling the body to tremble and shed tears, she said, “When I married into the Zhang family, my husband was too ill to share a bed with me. Outwardly, you acted as though you were deeply attached to him, visiting often under the guise of concern. But in truth, you repeatedly approached me in secret, claiming that my husband would die soon and the Zhang family would then belong to you. You said you truly liked me and felt it was a waste for me to be given to your sickly elder brother. It hasn’t even been that long, and now you’re turning your back on me. You’re truly terrifying!”

Her sudden accusation was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Zhang Lin frozen, his expression stiff. He stared at Shen Qiuwan, who appeared devastated, and found himself at a loss for words.

When had he ever said or done such things to this woman? How could he possibly be interested in her? And wasn’t this woman supposed to be easy to manipulate? Why would she suddenly say something like this?

The matriarch clutched her chest, gasping for breath. Shuiyin’s words had shocked her even more than the earlier accusations of adultery. She stared at Zhang Lin in disbelief. “You—did you really do this? You ungrateful wretch! How could you betray your elder brother like this? The Zhang family raised you for years, and this is how you repay us?”

The matriarch was notoriously gullible and easily swayed. This trait had allowed Zhang Lin to manipulate her numerous times, using her biases to eliminate people he disliked. But now, it seemed his tactics had backfired, and he was tasting the bitter fruit of his actions.

His expression darkened as he tried to defend himself. “Mother, I didn’t do it. You’ve raised me since I was a child. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? How can you believe her slander so easily?”

His wounded expression made the matriarch waver, and Zhang Lin seized the opportunity. “Shen Qiuwan is slandering me to protect Ping’an. The fact that she’s willing to drag me into this mess proves there’s something between her and Ping’an!”

But Shuiyin’s performance was even more heart-wrenching. Shen Qiuwan, if nothing else, was a master at looking pitiable. With tears flowing freely, she shook her head, her voice filled with despair. “Ping’an is just a servant. He’s even mute. How could I possibly be interested in him?”

“Fine. Since you refuse to admit our relationship and are determined to destroy me, I will no longer keep silent.” Shuiyin’s expression hardened as she turned to the matriarch. “I admit I was wrong to be deceived and coerced into a relationship with him, betraying my late husband. But today, I cannot let him continue to deceive you.”

“I’ve met with him many times in private, so I know he has a black mole in a hidden spot on his backside. If I had no relationship with him, how could I possibly know something so intimate?”

[Warning! Warning! Current development deviates from the original plot!]

Shuiyin sneered inwardly. To hell with the plot. If I’m unhappy, no one else gets to be happy.