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

Pei Hui said this, but being young, he couldn't hide his expression and was still unwilling.

"You have the opportunity to back out before you're in sixth grade. If you want to change it later, the procedures will be more complicated."

Jiang Zhuhua wasn't in a hurry, but the name Pei Hui wasn't very appealing. Who exactly did Pei Hong want to bring back?

It was already very late, so Jiang Zhuhua told the little guy to pack his things and buy new ones if he didn't want them anymore.

With ample wealth, Jiang Zhuhua didn't care about those meager sums. He simply changed his clothes and comfortably lay down in the bathtub.

There's a lot of water in it, so when you sit there, you'll feel a slight floating sensation.

Jiang Zhuhua looked at his phone while taking a bath.

She's just a background character in the story; her family background and interpersonal relationships aren't described in detail. The focus is more on how sharp-tongued and mean she is.

The social categorization on the phone is very clear, with names and family backgrounds listed. Some are simply names along with birthdays.

Shocking! The head of the Pei family officially announced their divorce today.

Shocking! Why the Divorce?

There were more than one or two similar sensational headlines.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at the list casually. There were many different opinions, but none of them were one-sided or treated like fools.

"Zhu Hua! Didn't you really like Pei Hong? Why are you thinking about divorce?"

An unfamiliar voice message popped up on Jiang Zhuhua's phone. As soon as he answered, it was this shrill voice.

"He doesn't love me, and if we don't get a divorce, we'll just torture each other."

The phone number was saved as Li Jiao. Jiang Zhuhua couldn't remember the name; his memory had deteriorated significantly in his illness. He racked his brains for a long time but still couldn't recall who the caller was. He could only reply with this.

"You're talking strangely today. Are you unhappy? But you don't seem unhappy either. Wait for me at home, I'm coming to find you."

The person on the other end of the line was probably very familiar with the body's original owner, as they sensed something was wrong with just one sentence. A few scattered sounds came from the other end of the phone, as if someone was preparing to leave.

Jiang Zhuhua felt a sudden tightness in her chest, a sense of guilt and urgency that she was about to be exposed. Even though it wasn't her intention to come here.

"I'm fine, it's late. I'm moving tomorrow, I'll contact you after I've finished packing."

The person on the other end was far too perceptive, perhaps because they were very familiar with the original owner of this body. In just a few words, they had developed a thousand suspicions. Jiang Zhuhua almost instinctively refused.

“You would have complained to me about this much earlier.”

Li Jiao spoke very softly.

"What exactly happened to you? Was he treating you badly? Or is it because of your stepson?"

Li Jiao was carrying a bunch of car keys, her face extremely gloomy.

Jiang Zhuhua fiddled with the little yellow duck in the bathtub, nervously starting to pick at it. A moment of silence fell over the room.

She had absolutely no idea how to explain this. It sounded completely illogical. Yet, she felt a guilty sense of having stolen someone else's life.

Even if it's perfectly justifiable to take it all for oneself, accepting the other person's entire life, family, friends, and money.

[Li Jiao, I am not the original Jiang Zhuhua. I am a wandering ghost, and coincidentally, I share this name. I unexpectedly ended up in her body.]

Jiang Zhuhua hesitated before sending the message, then waited about a minute before deleting it. She was certain the other party had seen it.

Rather than hiding it, it's better to be honest; no one can pretend forever. Jiang Zhuhua didn't consider herself as crazy as the other person. She was just a little less emotionally invested.

"Which personality of hers are you? How long has this been going on? I'll arrange a psychologist appointment for you."

Li Jiao didn't even hesitate, directly suspecting that Jiang Zhuhua had something wrong with his mind.

Jiang Zhuhua opened and closed his mouth several times, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"I'm coming to find you right now."

The call was immediately disconnected. Jiang Zhuhua looked at his phone and could only put it aside for the time being.

Li Jiao seemed to think that she had been stimulated by something and then lost her mind.

After washing up, Jiang Zhuhua sat in front of the vanity mirror, took out lotion from the drawer, and slowly applied it to her face.

This face is the same as hers, except it doesn't have that sickly look. It has a fair complexion with a rosy glow, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of phoenix eyes with a hint of sharpness.

She smiled slightly, and her face lit up with a vivid smile. It was a smile that seemed both mocking and joyful.

That's good, she's healthy now.

"Jiang Zhuhua, are you still there? If you are, say something. If you are not, I will have to use your body to walk in this world."

The facial massager gently scraped across her face as Jiang Zhuhua muttered to herself. Deep down, she wanted to live again, but it was unfair to the original owner of this body.

There was no sound. It was so quiet it was as if the world itself had fallen silent.

Jiang Zhuhua breathed a sigh of relief, though he should have, but he also felt a little disappointed.

"Zhu Hua, open the door, I am Li Jiao."

They arrived very quickly, knocking on the bedroom door in less than half an hour. And they seemed to know their way around very well.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't hesitate and opened the bedroom door. Standing in the doorway, a woman of similarly tall stature squeezed in.

Without saying a word, he closed the door and even tore Jiang Zhuhua's bathrobe open a little.

A delicate, fair fingertip, as smooth as a scallion, pressed against a red mole in the hollow of his collarbone. At such close range, Jiang Zhuhua immediately took a large step back.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me."

A sudden gust of cold wind rushed into his bathrobe, which would startle anyone. Jiang Zhuhua's expression was also rather unpleasant. He felt this woman was being rather presumptuous, but he roughly guessed that she was confirming his identity.

"You're acting strangely. What exactly happened?"

Li Jiao pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly. She had never seen Jiang Zhuhua so cold and reserved. In her impression, Jiang Zhuhua should be passionate and flamboyant, and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

My best friend has clearly suffered a great injustice; she seems to be mentally unstable. Her personality has undergone a complete transformation.

"What did he say this time? I'll avenge you."

Jiang Zhuhua felt a strong rubbing against his back, a soothing gesture. He was pulled directly into the other person's arms, the skin-to-skin contact sending shivers down his spine.

"He didn't say anything. I divorced voluntarily. What I told you is true. I don't even know how we met."

One cannot live under someone else's skin and become someone else for a lifetime. Jiang Zhuhua calmly drew a line between himself and the people and things of the past.

"Then let's get to know each other again, okay? Jiang Zhuhua, I'll show you the world little by little. You'll come with me for treatment. You'll definitely remember what happened between us."

The tall, blonde woman had tears in her eyes and a thick nasal voice, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"I'm really not her."

"Jiang Zhuhua, we will be best friends and besties for life. You said it."