My Martyr Complex Met an Overpowered Daughter‑in‑Law

Since I was a little girl, my mom had always taught me that I deserve all the good things in life.

When I was still a student, my copycat roommate bought the same outfit that I had on purpose. She even asked me if she looked fat in it.

I just shook my head. "I don't know. I, for one, have an amazing figure, so it definitely looks good on me."

Once I start working, a male colleague decides to pursue me. So, I come up with an excuse on the spot and tell him that I already have a boyfriend.

He looks at me with pain etched in his eyes. Then, he asks me if I'll take him into consideration after I break up with my boyfriend.

I just sneer at him in return. "It seems that you don't love me enough. Otherwise, why aren't you offering to become my side piece?"

Due to my principles, everyone keeps cursing me out and calling me an arrogant woman who has no sense of shame behind my back.

But one day, when my blind date hears about my personality quirk, he decides to take me back to his home to visit his mother during the holidays.

"My mom is the type who keeps demeaning herself for no reason. She keeps claiming that she's unworthy of anything in life. I swear, she's driving me mad!

"If you can help my mom get rid of this habit, I'll give you whatever you want."

This is definitely an interesting proposal. So, I accept it confidently with a pat on the chest.

"Don't worry. Leave it to me."

Calvin Hearth sat across from me in the cafe, looking troubled.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Sheraton. I booked this cafe last minute. I hope you don't mind that it's a little basic," he said.

I glanced around before replying, "At least you're aware that it's mediocre."

My previous blind date had immediately pulled a long face when he heard me say that. He'd even insisted on splitting the bill.

But to my surprise, Calvin's eyes lit up, as if he were happy. "I'll cut to the chase, Ms. Sheraton. I've heard about your situation from the matchmaker, and I think you fit exactly what I'm looking for. Would you be willing to come home with me for New Year's to meet my parents?"

I felt like things were progressing too quickly, so I turned him down without hesitation.

Calvin's expression faltered, then he gave a wry smile. "I'll be honest with you. Even though I run my own company and make millions a year, my mom is driving me up the wall. I really need someone like you to keep her in check."

He managed to pique my interest, and I listened to his explanation.

It turned out Calvin had lost his father when he was young.

He'd grown up in the village, and he and his widowed mother were constantly bullied. That experience made her extremely frugal,