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

Huo Wang's tone was just rather fierce. Jiang Ji obediently climbed into the back seat and slowly began to doze off, but she forced herself to stay awake.

The two families live in the same neighborhood, but in different buildings. You'll find that once you walk into the house.

Huo Wang's decorated house was different from its exterior. It didn't have a lot of fitness equipment, a black, white and gray color scheme, or a messy layout.

Instead, the room was decorated in warm colors, with wooden floors and vases filled with carefully arranged flowers.

A warm feeling permeates almost every corner; once you step inside, it's as if the cold winter outside can't bother you.

"Take your medicine and go to sleep. Maybe when you open your eyes you'll be home."

Huo Wang couldn't stand the milk tea stains on his body any longer, so he quickly poured some warm water, prepared all the medicine for him, grabbed his clothes, and went into the bathroom.

The milk tea had dried out a bit; it was cool and sticky. I couldn't quite describe the feeling, but its presence was incredibly strong.

Steam rose little by little, and hot water washed over my skin.

Huo Wang moved a stool over and started scrubbing with a bath towel.

Outside the window, cars streamed by, and the city was so bright.

Jiang Zhuhua finally emerged from the congested traffic and entered the password according to the information he had received.

The apartment door wasn't locked, so I went straight in after getting off the elevator. Jiang Ji was sitting on the sofa by the entrance, playing on his phone.

There was also a half-empty bottle of water on the table.

"mom."

Jiang Ji sidled over.

"I feel terrible, I keep coughing and have a runny nose. My head feels as heavy as if it's filled with water."

The whispered complaints came out almost without thinking. Jiang Zhuhua patted his head reassuringly.

Have you taken your medicine?

Jiang Zhuhua asked one more question.

"Huo Wang took me to see a doctor. They did some tests, and it hurt so much."

The child didn't remember very clearly, so Jiang Ji simply raised his hand and pointed to the needle mark on his wrist.

The test results were casually placed by the door. Jiang Zhuhua picked them up and glanced at them; they were just some allergy reports and such.

And the prescribed medication.

"Jiang Zhuhua, are you done with your work?"

Upon hearing the sound, Huo Wang had already changed his clothes, though his hair was still a little wet, and he was wiping it with a towel.

Jiang Zhuhua only raised his eyes slightly, but he felt his gaze being involuntarily drawn to it.

After arriving in this world, he met many outstanding men. They looked all different and had very different personalities, but Huo Wang always managed to give people a strong sense of hormones from the very first moment.

He wore a black, high-necked, tight-fitting sweater. It was very form-fitting, revealing his broad chest, wide shoulders, and a slight bulge.

Her hair was still damp, glistening with moisture. Her slightly long hair hung loosely, adding to her慵懒 (yōnglǎn, meaning languid or lazy) air.

A male mother? That's quite generous.

Jiang Zhuhua mentally complained, his gaze only lingering for a moment before quickly looking away.

"I've finished part of it. If you look at the trending topics, you should be able to see it."

Jiang Zhuhua returned.

The two families are embroiled in a heated online debate, each wanting to be the victim. After all, one's public image is still very important.

"I saw them. I saw many primitive people with uncivilized minds."

Huo Wang saw the two of them standing at the door and casually tossed the damp towel onto the table.

"Don't stand at the door, sit down for a while."

This was their first real casual chat; they had met a few times before, but each time it was a brief encounter. Jiang Zhuhua did not refuse.

Jiang Ji was still listless, yawning close to Jiang Zhuhua.

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, but what was there to talk about? Huo Wang could only say that he liked the child, plus his own silly dog ​​liked him too.

Jiang Zhuhua simply felt that the other party was trustworthy and was willing to pay for peace and quiet.

Where did you order these flowers from?

Jiang Zhuhua was never good at making friends, and the conversation had somehow gotten to this point, leaving him with goosebumps all over. He felt like he was about to lose control and storm out the door.

“Miss Jiang, I’m not going to eat people. You look very nervous.”

The atmosphere was so strange that even Huo Wang, who was usually quite good at chatting, felt uncomfortable.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, or it was as if the two of them were soaking in slime liquid, unable to breathe.

Jiang Zhuhua doesn't seem to have social anxiety. Am I the one with social anxiety? For the first time, Huo Wang felt a little insecure about his social skills.

"Uh, sorry. I'm not very good at this."

Jiang Zhuhua apologized awkwardly, a blush involuntarily rising to her cheeks.

It's a purely physiological reaction that can't be controlled.

"Don't you have any friends? I saw you at your birthday party, you were pretty good at roasting people. You can't be socially awkward, can you?"

There wasn't much good food in the house, so Huo Wang rummaged around and found a packet of beef jerky. It was spicy.

“That was anger. I’m not usually like that.”

Jiang Zhuhua knew that videos of him arguing with people were all over the internet. But the feeling of being confronted in person was different from seeing it online.

"Try this. It won't make you gain weight, but it tastes good."

Huo Wang opened the bag of beef jerky and took one for himself first.

Where did you buy it?

The texture of the jerky in your mouth isn't mushy or soggy. Nor does it have an industrially synthesized taste. It's hard to describe, but you can tell something's wrong after just one bite.

It tastes better than what you can buy in stores.

For the first time, Jiang Zhuhua thought that having some snacks wasn't so bad.

“When I was traveling before, my car ran out of gas, so I stopped at a farmhouse.”

Huo Wang continued speaking, following the lead of the conversation.

That happened a few years ago, probably in March. A group of friends got carried away and, without thinking too much, hastily made a plan and, without a word, set off in the middle of the night, heading west across the country.

The initial reason was simply seeing a photo online of snow-capped mountains and forests in the distance, and green grass and streams in the foreground. Cattle and sheep were also scattered on the tender grass.

It's so beautiful, it's like a dream.

A group of people discussed it enthusiastically and then set off in a flurry, but they didn't have much experience. They took turns driving, and their excitement gradually faded as the journey went on.

Exhaustion was inevitable. While there was anticipation, I slowly began to regret this spontaneous trip.

But no one said it; they just kept it to themselves.

The car traveled on and off for several days before finally entering this mysterious place as planned.

As you continue along the route, the skyscrapers gradually recede into the distance.