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

"If she were truly capable, she would at least have spoken to me in person."

Jiang Zhuhua scoffed. He was already feeling annoyed even before they met, and even had an urge to take action.

"You kid. If you don't want to help, then forget it. I actually think acting isn't a good thing either. Although many kids in the industry go into it to hang out and have some fun, it's still not as good as having your own resources."

Over the phone, the voice, which should have been gentle, sounded somewhat harsh and insincere. Jiang Zhuhua lazily lifted his eyelids, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.

"and then?"

Jiang Zhuhua roughly guessed that these people might want something from her, most likely they wanted to tear off a layer of flesh and stuff it into their own body.

"Here's the thing. You can't handle Director Zhang's matter, but could you give your sister a position at your company? She'll be graduating from university soon, so we can find her a job to gain experience and get her an internship certificate. That will help her find employment later."

After making things difficult, are they now plotting for power? Jiang Zhuhua was almost laughing in anger at the other party's nonsense.

What position would you like me to offer?

This shallow blood relation suddenly seemed so ridiculous.

Jiang Zhuhua's voice was cold and aloof; even a stranger could detect a hint of displeasure. Yet the person on the other end of the line seemed oblivious, or perhaps simply didn't care.

"Go be the finance manager. Managing money is pretty good. Or become a vice president. You'll have a voice."

Shen Zhaochun lay lazily on the sofa. Jiang Zhuhua still valued family ties; with such a large company, there was no harm in not using it. Besides, now that they were divorced, no one would help her.

Thinking this, she waved to the servants in the house.

"lady."

"Go, get me a foot mask."

As Shen Zhaochun spoke, he was still reading a novel.

Jiang Zhuhua heard it clearly.

"You want my company? Your precious Lanlan wants such a high position before she's even joined my company?"

This family made no attempt to conceal their wolfish ambitions. Jiang Zhuhua had absolutely no feelings for them. But the original owner of this body was different; she must have come to this family with expectations.

No wonder.

"You're my darling too. It's settled then, remember to help me resolve this."

The person on the other end of the phone hung up immediately and started banging on the board.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at the phone with disdain, thinking that this person was just crazy.

What darling baby? In her eyes, he was a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Jiang Zhuhua then blocked the account. As for the birthday, she would of course go, but only to see this oddball, as well as Lanlan who was hiding behind the scenes and those male family members who had never spoken to her.

"Director Zhang, if anyone tries to add a role in my name, you must firmly refuse."

Because the other person was talking to themselves and seemed mentally unstable, Jiang Zhuhua had to be wary of them, fearing they might use her name to cause trouble.

I can't afford to lose face.

Because of this incident, she couldn't sleep well, probably because she was using the original owner's body.

Surprisingly, I dreamt of the original owner as a child.

It wasn't a big deal, but you could clearly feel the deep-seated grievance.

When I first arrived at the Jiang family home, my grandparents had passed away, and I didn't have much money, even though my business had already started.

She wanted to make this a source of pride and tell her parents, hoping to impress them, her two parents whom she had never met, and her brother.

"Please arrange for me to stay in the west room."

Shen Zhaochun merely glanced at her coldly, then turned and teased another girl beside her with a smile.

"Lanlan has been studying so hard lately, she even has dark circles under her eyes. Whose little panda is this?"

As Shen Zhaochun spoke, he reached out and gently pinched the girl's cheek.

In my memory, the girl was probably in junior or senior high school, thin, but with a chubby face and big, innocent eyes.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the girl selectively ignored her, simply smiling obediently at her mother.

"You definitely have to study hard. Otherwise, you'll embarrass your mother."

Anger, resentment, and feelings of being ignored sprouted almost in my chest. A bitter feeling threatened to seep into every joint.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't know why Jiang Xingjia's father chose to hide his past and his wealth.

The environment in Westinghouse is not good; the lighting is poor and the signal is not very good.

From then on, he was like a stranger at home.

At that time, Jiang Zhuhua couldn't see through some of the tricks and didn't know why he had inexplicably become disliked.

It might be because of that sentence:

"Sister, your skin is dark, don't wear pink. You look like a potato, but you still have to wrap yourself in pink."

It could also be because:

"Sister, our clothes look so alike! Why do you copy my style of dressing?"

Or perhaps it's because:

"Don't do meaningless things. Learn from you."

Or:

"Stay away from me, you're bad luck."

"Jiang Zhuhua, how can you be so petty?"

Each harsh and sarcastic remark came from someone who was nominally family. Disappointment began the moment they met.

When Jiang Zhuhua woke up from his sleep, he still felt a dull pain and soreness in his chest.

It took me a while to calm down after sitting on the bed.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Oh no, I'm going to be late.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't even have time to think; she simply put on her clothes and applied lipstick. Breakfast was eaten on the way, as usual.

He made sure to drop Pei off at school on time, and at the same time, he went to the company to handle some business.

"Assistant Wang, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Zhuhua is going to put his plan to open a restaurant on the agenda. Wandering in unfamiliar territory is like walking a tightrope high in the air.

There is absolutely no sense of security.

"Boss, please speak."

Wang Xianghai just finalized the cooperation yesterday, and he still has a lot to do today. I wonder what the boss is planning this time.

Jiang Zhuhua looked at the man's obvious dark circles and hesitated for a moment before uttering the words he wanted to say.

"Go find the assistant today and get three openings approved for you. Find some capable people. The internship salary is 4,000, and the full-time salary is 25,000. No celebrities allowed. Get this done quickly. Make sure they sign a confidentiality agreement."

Jiang Zhuhua added a final instruction. At the same time, he cursed inwardly, thinking how badly the Jiang family's birthday party had been timed.

I'm going to an event tomorrow, and I haven't had time to order a suitable outfit today.

Moreover, usually, any event or activity is announced well in advance. Clearly, this last-minute notification was irrelevant to her.

What a hassle.

Our assistants are incredibly busy, and we're short-staffed. There's no time to order custom-made clothes now.

I can only make do with the clothes in the closet for now.

I wonder how the original owner lived before.