After I transmigrated into a household-intrigue novel…
My mother-in-law demanded that I follow the rules and get up early to serve her tea.
I couldn’t get up. So that very night, I slipped her a sleeping pill.
Then I made sure she slept in with me until the sun was high in the sky.
I thought I was going to be severely punished.
But then floating comments appeared before my eyes: [Haha, this is the first time in decades that Madam Qin has slept this long. She’s feeling refreshed and in a great mood right now.]
[She never got enough sleep before. No wonder she had such a bad temper.]
[Modern technology really is amazing. It directly eased the insomnia and anxiety that Madam Qin spent a fortune trying and failing to cure for years.]
[The female lead really stumbled right into Madam Qin’s heart by accident.]
Me: ? Is this how it’s supposed to go?
