Transmigrated into a vicious stepmother, striving to raise the little villain

The comments section was buzzing with noise, but the scene remained completely unaffected.

Mo Weiwei and Xie Yifan were performing an English play on stage. She wanted to showcase her child's intelligence, but she forgot that this was in the countryside, and how many villagers could understand English?

After the performance, the villagers applauded, and while clapping, they discussed, "What did they just say?"

"I don't know, it sounds like the foreign language my granddaughter learned before."

"What's going on? Why do we have to speak foreign languages? Our Chinese culture is the best!" an old man said excitedly.

Those on stage could only hear the applause, not the discussions. Mo Weiwei even looked at Mo Jingyu provocatively.

Mo Jingyu didn't know what to say, after all, she was in the audience and her microphone recorded a lot of discussion.

[Hahahaha, he performed for ages and the other person still didn't understand! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

[I'm dying of laughter. What is Mo Weiwei thinking? Performing an English play in the countryside?]

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

What are you laughing at? Does their inability to understand mean they're uncultured?

[Is the person upstairs a primary school student? We have our own language, why should we speak another country's language?]

[They haven't even mastered their own culture yet, and they're already adopting Western ways—what's the point of showing off?]

Mo Jingyu walked past with An'an and Mo Weiwei, who had just stepped down from the stage. Mo Weiwei's eyes were full of provocation, but Mo Jingyu didn't even bother to look at this "silly thirteen" female lead.

Before going on stage, Mo Jingyu asked An'an, "Are you nervous, son?"

An'an shook her head.

"Yeah, great, son, just have a blast later."

Hahaha, what does it mean to really party?

After taking the stage, the mother and son sang the national anthem with great passion. Their performance stirred the hearts of everyone in the audience and those watching on screen, igniting an unprecedented surge of patriotism.

"Good, good, good!" The old man who had been discussing it earlier was the first to react, clapping and cheering repeatedly. Then came a chorus of applause that lasted for a long time.

My hair is on fire!

[I just took out the red flag from our house for National Day and started waving it around. My mom asked me what was wrong with me, so I showed her the live stream, and she waved it with me.]

[This is so exciting! I'm totally hyped up right now!]

This is the song that we, the sons and daughters of China, should sing.

The comments section was filled with cheers, and even the haters couldn't find a way to criticize this time, because there are no idols when it comes to the country.

Mo Wei, sitting in the corner, was so angry she was itching to bite down.

Xie Yifan was also moved by the singing and wanted to clap along with everyone, but when he saw his mother's unhappy expression, he immediately realized that his performance today was not very good, and he tightly gripped the hem of his clothes with both hands.

In the final evaluation, An'an's group won first place. Zhao Momo nudged Mo Jingyu's shoulder and exclaimed, "Wow, your singing just now gave me goosebumps! It was so infectious! ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ"

Lin Yunyuan nodded in agreement.

The adults praised it, and the children praised it too. An'an smiled from ear to ear and said modestly, "Oh, this song is very easy to learn. We can sing it together."

An'an saw Xie Yifan sitting not far away and ran over to ask, "Brother Fanfan, do you want to come with us?"

The three children were preparing to sing together. Xie Yifan actually wanted to go too, but his mother said that only English plays were worthy of his status, and he had to learn that. But he also wanted to play with the other children.

"No, little brother An'an."

After Zhuang Ning finished her performance, she left with her son.

Why doesn't Fanfan play with them?

[How did Mo Jingyu raise her children? They're forming cliques at such a young age.]

[Are you kidding me? Forming cliques? An'an and the others asked him to hang out, but he didn't want to. Are you trying to force him?]

Seeing that things were about right, the director announced, "Alright, everyone, that concludes this episode. The recorded version will be released tomorrow night. We look forward to seeing you all again next week!"

Ah, I'm so reluctant to leave.

I've been staying up all night watching this show these past few days.

I won't see my baby again until next week, sob sob sob.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the mother and son finally arrived home. Mo Jingyu handed the sleeping An'an to He Ma and went to the bathroom herself.

When I came out, I ran into Jiang Zhiyan, who was returning from working overtime.

Jiang Zhiyan hadn't expected to see this scene upon his return. The beauty was wearing an adorable nightgown, her hair was all tied up in a bun, her fair neck was exposed, and her face, which had just finished showering, was slightly flushed. She was very... cute.

Mo Jingyu greeted him, then sat down in front of the vanity mirror and began to blow-dry her hair.

Jiang Zhiyan, as if possessed, said, "I'll blow it for you."

Mo Jingyu glanced at him, thinking that free labor was no excuse not to be taken advantage of, and nodded in agreement.

Mr. Jiang, having received the hairdryer, was stumped; he... didn't seem to know how to dry hair. Jiang Zhiyan could only carefully manipulate Mo Jingyu's hair and slowly begin drying it.

Mo Jingyu didn't notice anything unusual and was busy playing on her phone.

She scrolled through her social media feeds from a few days ago and saw Ye Shu's post.

Ye Shu... Mo Jingyu searched her memory of the original text. Ye Shu was the original owner's good friend, but she didn't know why the two had fallen out. The original text did not describe the specific reason.

Mo Jingyu continued browsing Ye Shu's social media accounts. Jiang Zhiyan, who was blowing his hair behind her, accidentally glanced at Mo Jingyu's phone screen and found that his little wife was looking at another man. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"You're done blowing."

Mo Jingyu turned her head and smiled at Jiang Zhiyan, saying, "Thank you for your service, President Jiang."

Mo Jingyu walked past Jiang Zhiyan, lay down on the bed, thought for a moment, and asked, "President Jiang, wanna play games?"

Jiang Zhiyan nodded, "Okay, I'll go take a shower first."

Mo Jingyu was playing a game when she heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop.

She thought to herself, "I think I might be able to see a handsome man emerging from the bath! Hehe." But then she got distracted and lost the game.

Mo Jingyu simply stared at the bathroom door. The bathroom door opened, and Jiang Zhiyan came out dressed neatly, much to Mo Jingyu's disappointment.

Don't CEOs usually only cover their lower bodies after showering? What's wrong with him?

"President Jiang, go online."

Mo Jingyu was too lazy to figure it out; the ways in which domineering CEOs acted were always bizarre and unpredictable.

In the morning, Jiang Zhiyan's biological clock woke him up on time. Jiang Zhiyan looked at Mo Jingyu, who was still sleeping, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Jiang Zhiyan had investigated Mo Jingyu. Mo Jingyu used to be an arrogant young lady, but after observing her for a week, she had changed a lot.

Was everything before just a facade?

Jiang Zhiyan looked at it for a long time before getting ready to leave.

Mo Jingyu didn't sleep well that night; she dreamed of the original owner of the body when she was a child.

When she was little, Mo Jingyu was very well-behaved. Her parents treated her very well, but their kindness was tinged with ulterior motives, like taking good care of a product.

As she grew older, Mo Jingyu learned that she was merely a tool in her father's business dealings, which led to her becoming arrogant. She believed that this would prevent anyone from arranging a marriage for her.

After doing this, fewer people wanted to arrange marriages, but some were still after their own interests.

When the original owner learned that she was not the biological daughter, she was actually quite happy. However, as if she was being manipulated by the plot, the plot required a villainous female supporting character to cover up the bad things the female lead did. Yuan Mojingyu followed the plot setting and embarked on the villainous path, and then she came here.

"Hello, Mo Jingyu."

"You... are the original owner of this body?"

"Well, I'm so sorry to have brought you here. It was selfish of me." The girl was dressed in a white dress, showing no trace of her domineering young lady demeanor.

"Are you with me? How are my parents?" The question was asked somewhat urgently, as matters concerning her parents were her bottom line.

"They are very good. I'm sorry, I'm enjoying your parents' love in your place."

"Stop with that nonsense, can we just change it back?"

"Mo Jingyu" shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, your original body died from overwork. It was the God who swapped our souls."

Mo Jingyu fell silent. She missed her parents terribly and asked again, unwilling to give up, "Is it really impossible to go back?"

Mo Jingyu shook his head again.

Mo Jingyu sighed and said, "That's fine, this way Mom and Dad won't have to experience the pain of losing their daughter. You... treat them well, okay? I'll help you avenge this place."

"Don't worry, your parents are doing well. I really like it there. Although the work is a bit tough, it's a kind of happiness I've never experienced before. You're already getting revenge on me. That's enough. Enjoy life. I remember Jiang Zhiyan is quite wealthy."

"How exactly did you manage to marry the richest man?"

"You'll find out later. Goodbye."

After saying that, "Mo Jingyu" disappeared. When Mo Jingyu opened her eyes, it was already 10 a.m.

I slept so hard my head felt groggy.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't sad; she really wanted to see her parents. Sigh.

But what was the main god the original owner mentioned? Why did the original owner know that she knew nothing?

Since we've mentioned the main god, what about the essential system for transmigrating into a book?

Thinking about it, Mo Jingyu called out a few times in her heart, but obviously... there was no response.

Hey--

As Mo Jingyu came downstairs, the butler stepped forward. "Madam, the breakfast in the kitchen is still warm. Would you like me to bring it out?"

Mo Jingyu had never seen the old woman before and asked in confusion, "Where is Aunt He?"

Butler Han replied, "Madam, Aunt He has taken the day off and will be back tomorrow. I am the young master's butler, and my surname is Han."

Mo Jingyu nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't met you before, so I didn't know you. Can I call you Uncle Han from now on?"

Butler Han said, "I went to the old house a few days ago to take care of the old lady."

"Hmm? Is the old lady feeling unwell?" Although Mo Jingyu wasn't quite sure what her mother-in-law's attitude was towards her, it was always good to show concern for the old lady's health.

"Don't worry, Madam. These are just old ailments, and they've all healed in the last few days."

Mo Jingyu nodded and said, "Yes, by the way, where's An'an? Has she had breakfast yet?"

"Young Master is painting in the garden; he has already eaten."

"Then let's take breakfast to the garden," Mo Jingyu said as she walked towards the garden. "Oh, and a hot glass of milk and honey water too."

"Okay, ma'am."

When Mo Jingyu arrived at the garden, she saw An'an quietly painting under the pavilion.

Mo Jingyu walked to An'an's side. An'an noticed someone coming, looked up, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mom!"

"Wow, An'an is so amazing! Your drawing is so beautiful. How long did it take you to finish it?"

An'an put down her paintbrush and snuggled into Mo Jingyu's arms, saying sweetly, "It's been an hour."

Mo Jingyu smiled and gently pinched An'an's little nose, saying, "You've turned into a little kitten."

An'an felt a little shy after Mo Jingyu said that. Mo Jingyu took the handkerchief handed to him by the nanny and gently wiped the paint off his face.

Butler Han brought breakfast to the pavilion. "Madam, breakfast is ready."

When An'an saw Butler Han, she greeted him, "Grandpa Han!"

Butler Han smiled kindly and replied, "Greetings, young master."