Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"Get a divorce."

Jiang Zhuhua was only distracted for a moment when the voice entered his ears, and when he looked up, he saw a strange man.

On the table between the two people were two documents, clearly labeled as divorce agreements.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't speak, but simply opened the divorce agreement, which had already been signed by the other party: Pei Hong.

"Feelings can't be forced, which is better than us making things ugly between each other."

Pei Hong sat in the chair opposite him, his hands clasped, his face cold and sullen, his voice calm.

This wasn't the first time he'd brought up divorce, but each time the other person reacted with tears and a scene. It was undignified and shameful.

"I will consider."

Jiang Zhuhua's voice was terribly hoarse when she spoke; in truth, she hadn't been in the mood to think about anything else. The feeling of being on the verge of death still lingered in her mind. The suffocating sensation seemed to follow her everywhere.

The name Pei Hong was all too familiar, after all, I had just read it not long ago. It was a novel that Jiang Zhuhua had read while lying in his hospital bed to pass the time.

"Contact my secretary directly after you've made up your mind."

Pei Hong looked at the person opposite him who wasn't crying or making a fuss, and was slightly surprised, but quickly suppressed it. He simply stood up and straightened his clothes a little.

He turned around and went out.

This is such a cliché plot.

Jiang Zhuhua rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

The nanny quickly and thoughtfully brought over some black tea and fruit.

"Madam, are you feeling unwell? Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

The nanny asked gently as she poured water from the teapot into a cup.

"No need, you can all leave."

Jiang Zhuhua let out a heavy sigh and waved his hand. This was all too strange.

It's like a final burst of energy before death, or just random thoughts.

The nanny didn't say much and obediently left. Jiang Zhuhua took a small sip of black tea, the aroma of which brought some of her thoughts back to normal.

Based on the current situation, it seems she has transmigrated into Pei Hong's wife. His second wife.

Pei Hong is a CEO with a somewhat aloof demeanor, but he's also an absolute scumbag, blatantly so. Jiang Zhuhua, in the story, married him during his lowest point, bringing all her money with her.

Now that the crisis is over, Pei Hong pretended for another year before directly bringing up divorce.

In the original storyline, Jiang Zhuhua didn't agree, and the two tormented each other. One went on a wild and dissolute life outside, while the other internally consumed himself, constantly sabotaging the other. In the end, they became like enemies.

They are not the main characters of this story; they are merely there to set the stage for the young male and female protagonists. They are a type of background character.

None of these are the most important things. Jiang Zhuhua still remembers that in the storyline, he bankrupted the female lead's family. The entire plot revolves around resistance and revenge.

It can be considered a type of vicious villain.

"Madam, it's time to eat."

The nanny knocked on the door, speaking softly to make her employer feel comfortable.

"it is good."

After hearing this, Jiang Zhuhua also felt hungry. During his illness, he had been eating a bland diet, and the thought of food made him think of all sorts of delicious dishes.

On the table are five meat dishes, three vegetable dishes, and one sweet and one savory soup. There is also a fruit platter.

There are many varieties, but not many quantities.

"What about the child?"

As Jiang Zhuhua sat down and picked up a bite of blanched bok choy, he suddenly remembered that the future villain was still in this house.

She and Pei Hong were that child's family of origin. They were also one of the factors that led the child astray.

"The young master played a wrong note on the piano yesterday, and when the young master found out, he punished him by not letting him eat. He was locked in the basement."

Since it was the employer's business, the nanny couldn't say too much, but she answered the wife's question.

How old is he this year?

Six years old. Currently in kindergarten.

The nanny returned.

The young master is still such a small child, only in kindergarten, not even as tall as a piano.

"Bring him out for a meal. If Pei Hong asks, tell him to come find me."

Jiang Zhuhua frowned; he was only six years old.

The piano. If I remember correctly, Pei Hui hated the piano the most in the future. He almost starved to death because of it, and in the end, he wasn't even as tall as the male lead. He even suffered from severe hypoglycemia.

Pei Hong, that bastard.

Jiang Zhuhua cursed inwardly. Regardless of the purpose, tormenting such a young child and driving him to the brink of death seemed utterly immoral.

The child was quickly brought out. Although he was six years old, he looked very thin and small. His face didn't even have any baby fat; it was pointed.

He appeared taciturn and somewhat timid.

"Pour the child a glass of warm water."

Soon, someone brought out another set of chopsticks and a bowl, and Jiang Zhuhua said something. He ignored the child and just kept his head down, eating his own food.

Although she didn't know why she came here, she didn't want to waste her marriage.

She's definitely getting a divorce, and as for the child, she doesn't plan to take him; she just hopes to help out a little before she leaves.

The child timidly looked around, then silently climbed onto the stool, picked up the small bowl, and ate little by little, only daring to pick up the food in front of him.

He was probably very hungry, so he filled two small bowls with rice. He had a big appetite; he even wanted a third bowl.

Jiang Zhuhua ate slowly until he saw that the other person wanted to put more rice in his mouth, so he finally stopped him.

"If you eat after being hungry for a long time, it's easy to get a stomachache. Wait a while, eat half an hour later."

Half an hour later, once the hunger subsides, the child will feel full.

Perhaps because the child in front of him had suffered so much, Jiang Zhuhua couldn't help but wonder if Pei Hong was really the child's biological father.

Pei Hong's wife died during childbirth, and Pei Hong viewed the child with hatred. Yet, the child was also the fruit of their love.

His wife was one of the few loyal women in his life of debauchery.

Jiang Zhuhua spoke, and the child obediently put down his bowl.

Children are bound to be curious, so they lowered their heads and looked timidly, as if no one would notice them peeking if they didn't look up.

This was the second time he had seen his stepmother; the first time he met her, she was taken away immediately.

The stepmother said: From now on, when I'm around, don't let me see him.

So he had no choice but to go around it.

The child lingered by the dining table, not daring to touch the food, but his eyes remained fixed on it. Jiang Zhuhua had someone bring over the divorce papers.

Although Pei Hongren was a scoundrel, the benefits he offered were quite generous. He returned all the money Jiang Zhuhua brought, along with a substantial inheritance: shares, cars, and land.

Jiang Zhuhua looked at it carefully until he saw one line of text:

If Ms. Jiang Zhuhua wants to obtain the aforementioned assets, after the divorce, her son Pei will be raised by Ms. Jiang Zhuhua and will never be allowed to return to the Pei family.