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

"Cool. But most importantly, after learning martial arts, you will have the ability to protect yourself and the people you care about."

What's flashy and superficial is just appearances; Jiang Zhuhua cares more about what he can actually get his hands on.

"You can give it a try. Then decide."

Jiang Zhuhua keenly realized that this was a good opportunity for him to go out for a walk. So he half-squatted down and looked him in the eye.

"Give it a try."

With her slightly chubby little hands, she scratched her hair. Jiang Ji hesitated before speaking.

"I'll arrange it for you then, or you can choose one yourself?"

A slight smile appeared on Jiang Zhuhua's lips. His expression was gentle.

"Mom, you arrange it for me. I don't even know what it looks like."

Jiang Ji was behaving well. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

However, this warm atmosphere was soon broken by others, as the things in the house had already been arranged and cleaned.

"Boss, everything's ready. Would you like to check it?"

The workers responsible for delivering the materials asked questions.

Jiang Zhuhua did a quick check and confirmed there were no problems. The treadmill started normally. He checked everything else as well, and it was fine.

They settled the bill quickly and took the person downstairs.

"An'an, I'll be working overtime a lot in a while. How about I buy you a new phone and hire a nanny for you?"

There's a lot of online discussion about her disrupting someone's birthday party. Opinions are divided, and even though she's trying to control the comments, some people are saying she's not a filial daughter.

Jiang Zhuhua could already foresee what online public opinion would look like now, and how busy he would be in the coming period of time.

Most importantly, the Jiang family's businesses are actually larger than hers. In the entertainment industry, although it's not explicitly stated, what's most feared is him hindering her from other aspects.

Moreover, some individual shareholders have begun to waver because of these issues.

"I don't want a nanny."

Jiang Ji shuddered violently upon hearing the word "nanny," recalling Aunt Zhang from her father's house.

"Then don't."

The tremor was very obvious, and Jiang Zhuhua vaguely guessed something, so he quickly relented.

"I'll buy you a phone first. Contact me or your assistant if you need anything. I'll let you know about the meal after I've taken care of things."

Jiang Zhuhua simply couldn't do everything himself. Jiang Ji also couldn't accept a nanny. Jiang Zhuhua could only try to find someone else he could trust.

"Mom, I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. I can go out and buy food."

Jiang Ji pursed her pale lips and reached out to grab her mother's clothes. She tried to look directly into her mother's eyes and earnestly promised, attempting to make her words more believable.

He hates strangers; this house should only be for him and his mother. Everyone else is a bad person.

"No, An'an. There are actually a lot of bad people in the world. Not everyone is friendly to children. I am your mother, and I have to make sure you are safe."

Jiang Zhuhua earnestly reasoned with him.

"I can protect myself."

Jiang Ji refused to budge.

Jiang Zhuhua smiled helplessly, grabbed the back of his shirt, and lifted him up.

“You see, sometimes a child’s strength isn’t enough for an adult. Mom won’t rush to give you to someone else to take care of you; you can choose someone to take care of you yourself.”

Because of the improved environment, more food, and better sleep, Jiang Ji's weight is no longer considered light. Jiang Zhuhua had some difficulty carrying her, but it wasn't strenuous.

Jiang Ji blinked in shock and confusion. Looking down, she felt dizzy.

what?

Is that really how it is? Jiang Ji couldn't believe it. Was it really that easy? He wanted to struggle a little more, but faced with the facts, his face turned red, and he couldn't say anything else.

Jiang Zhuhua gently placed the man on the ground and patted his head to comfort him. After all, the shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.

These matters were settled, and the name change would have to wait until the staff came to work. The phone was dealt with shortly afterward. Jiang Zhuhua got another SIM card and stored his own and Wang Xianghai's contact information on it.

I'll also make things clear with Wang Xianghai.

"You can call these two numbers if you encounter any problems in the future."

Jiang Zhuhua also taught him how to call the police, ambulance, and fire department. He even gave him some pocket money, though a child doesn't need much.

Twenty or thirty yuan. Gradually let him learn to eat outside.

After getting the phone, Jiang Ji started fiddling with it. The novelty brought out his childlike innocence and endearing charm, along with his boundless thirst for exploration.

With the matter resolved, Jiang Zhuhua breathed a sigh of relief and then began to attend to other matters.

[A biological daughter disrupts her father's birthday party; life in a wealthy family is truly fascinating.]

[This father isn't much better than the others. From what Jiang Zhuhua said, it seems his father didn't even support his own mother.]

Like father, like daughter; when will this cycle of revenge end?

[Holy crap, that pension of a hundred or so yuan, are you sure it's not an insult to President Jiang?]

Why is Jiang Zhuhua acting like this? That's his father, after all. Couldn't he have discussed things at home, like a birthday party? Why make him lose face in front of a group of business people?

[Looks so good. I wonder how much she suffered.]

Sister, where are your morals? Where is your character? Where is your contact address?

Jiang Zhuhua watched the online events intently. After all, some people might sell their shares because of public opinion, even if it meant taking the opportunity to buy more stock. But it would still damage the company's reputation.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Zhuhua logged into the company's official account.

My name is Jiang Zhuhua. My biological father, Jiang Xingjia, doesn't really care about his parents, only providing them with the minimum pension. This is called "the upper beam is not straight." I followed suit. This is karma. My company was already established before I returned home, and after returning to the Jiang family, I almost never used their food or lodging; I was almost entirely self-reliant. They never even gave me pocket money. I only lived there for about a year, until I became an adult.

Since the ugly skin had already been peeled away, Jiang Zhuhua added fuel to the fire.

[The PR department mobilized a team of online trolls to get their own official account trending on social media.]

If the farce at the birthday party was merely a matter of embarrassment and future covert targeting, then bringing these events into the open and exposing them to the public is a full-blown battle for public opinion.

Jiang Zhuhua's company isn't very large; it only holds sway within the entertainment industry. Even if Li Jiao gives a guarantee, who would dare believe it?