Lin Qing awoke to find himself reincarnated as a notorious ger with a reputation for debauchery.

He was remarried to a hunter, who left him with two little brats after his death. Before Lin Qing even opened his eyes, he heard his stepchildren whispering about whether he was dead. Lin Qing opened his eyes. Heh, not dead.

Two beggar-like children stood by his bedside. The dark-faced boy snorted coldly and dragged the little girl away.

Only then did Lin Qing recall that the original owner had married into a household as a second wife, becoming the stepfather. In just half a year, he’d squandered nearly everything the family owned.

Helplessly, Lin Qing took over this mess. Looking at the dilapidated courtyard with nothing but bare walls, he shook his head. The house was so clean there wasn’t even a single grain of rice left.

This place was so poor he wanted to run away. But he had no choice— he still had two little ones to raise. He pulled weeds from the fields when they grew tall, dug for wild vegetables when the house was empty, and took the children to the river to catch fish when they craved meat.

He sold snails, braised pork offal hotpot, cold noodles, iced drinks, and small grilled snacks. He was determined to earn enough silver to fatten up those two little ones.

The little girl was sweet and clingy, but the brat kept a cold face and wouldn’t let her near him.

Later, the cold-faced brat learned his lesson, but still insisted on sharing his bed.

Lin Qing kicked him off. “Get lost! When you were little, sharing a bed was like you were trying to kill me.”

Qin Zhao insisted on squeezing back in. “My bed’s wet!”