The Terror of the Perpetually Nice Person

My mom is a perpetually nice person.

The day before the provincial exam, my mom wished me success and made me crabs.

Before bed, she made me a glass of juice.

After drinking it, I had stomach pains and ended up in the hospital.

Only then did I find out that the juice my mom made was honey persimmon juice.

As a result, I missed the provincial exam and had to stay in the hospital for a week.

Later, I learned that my mom had promised the neighbor's son that I wouldn't take the provincial exam.

When I confronted her about it after being hospitalized, my dad and sister told me to be more understanding of my mom's difficulties.

My mom's friend's daughter became a mistress for a wealthy man and was beaten by his wife.

She begged my mom for help, and without a second thought, my mom went live on air admitting that I was the mistress.

I finally overcame the shadow of missing the provincial exam, only to be put on trial by a large group of netizens, completely socially dead.

Before jumping off the building, I asked my mom why she did it.

She said she just wanted to do more good deeds and accumulate some virtuous karma.

My dad and sister felt I was being melodramatic and even told me to go ahead and jump.

When I opened my eyes again, I knew I had to give them the lesson they deserved!