Synopsis
I transmigrated at age seventy into the body of the evil grandmother in a tragic novel — specifically, the male lead's grandmother. The system told me, "You have to follow the plot." I adjusted my reading glasses. "What exactly does that mean?" The system seemed to struggle with how to put it. "It means… you have to ab*se him. Pick up that stool and throw it at him! Tell him to get out!" I looked away. The male lead at this point was still just a half-grown boy. Scrawny, wearing thin worn-out clothes, staring at me like he wanted me…
