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Transmigrated as the wicked stepmother, and for the sake of hitting my system's KPIs, I had my son do the laundry and mop the floors every day, and my daughter clean the windows and weed the garden. This went on for a full year, until the male lead came home with his "true love". I packed my bags, ready to be kicked out and fly to the beach to meet some hot hunks. The "true love" pointed at my suitcase, demanding I leave behind all the jewelry. But then my son said, "Mom, don't be afraid. You go first. I'll catch up right after." My daughter nodded in agreement. "We don't want this trash. Dad has another safe. Once I pick the lock, I'll wire all the money to you."