The Foolish Son and His Black-Bellied Little Mother

"Be good, listen to my mom! My mom tells you to die, you hurry up and go, don't talk nonsense!" **Excerpt One:** A vicious sister comes to challenge her. She gifts her the "Hundred Diarrhea Hundred Spirit Pill," making her fart thunderously loud, then asks with a beaming smile: "Now, have you decided to scram back and deal with your reeking stench, or continue throwing a tantrum here until you lose control, soil your skirt, and provide the Mo family with some fresh, interesting gossip?" **Excerpt Two:** A "White Lotus" (pretends to be innocent/pure) sister comes to frame her. She smilingly gifts her the "Tears Flowing Full Face Pill," letting her cry to her heart's content in one go. "You love using tears as a weapon the most, don't you? You've only cried for a day, how are your eyes already swollen shut? Turns out you really do fake cry all day long." **Excerpt Three:** "Just do it if you want to, woman, so much nonsense." The woman lifted her skirt with one hand, slowly swaying as she straddled the man. "You're hyped up as so high-end and classy all day, but you don't taste that great. Why would I share a field with a scumbag like you? Damn it, can't you switch for a better model? Hey, move faster, why so slow? Technique this trash in bed, no wonder you're this old and no woman wants you." The man worshipped like a god across the entire continent silently gritted his teeth, working hard to "sow seeds" while secretly resenting how he fell for such a woman—sweet-faced but bitter-hearted, sharp-tongued and black-bellied.