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

The haters were fully expecting to be able to verbally abuse Mo Jingyu and the others until they were powerless to fight back, but to their surprise, the other side was actually able to put up a fight after all the insults.

"Didn't we agree to scold them after we paid them?!"

Zhao Momo and Lin Yunyuan's fans were quite surprised. The "insulting techniques" they had just learned from Mo Jingyu's fans came in handy so quickly, and they felt their fighting power was off the charts.

The fans were full of fighting spirit: Come on! I can curse them another three hundred times!

Mo Jingyu sent them a thank-you message on her phone. Just two seconds after sending it to Ye Shu, the other end of the line called.

"Hey, what's wrong, little... Yezi?" Mo Jingyu called out awkwardly, following the original owner's habits.

Ye Shu paused for a moment before replying, having not heard that form of address in a long time. "No, I just wanted to check on someone and see if they've become psychologically disturbed by the trauma."

Mo Jingyu was speechless. It was hard to imagine that the original owner would be friends with such a person. Their styles were completely incompatible. Did they only become more compatible after the original owner turned evil?

"If you don't care, just shut up. That's the best way you can show your concern."

Ye Shu laughed, "Oh, looks like nothing's wrong. I never thought we'd have a day where we could bicker."

Mo Jingyu held her phone away and glanced at the caller ID to confirm it was Ye Shu. She thought to herself that this was being treated like a life-or-death situation.

"You make it sound like I'm about to ascend to heaven, so you're calling just to argue with me?"

Ye Shu said, "I found some evidence for you. I don't know if you have any, but I've packed it all up and sent it to you. Take a look. If you need anything from me, just let me know. We are..."

Ye Shu hesitated for the last two words, unsure whether the Mo Jingyu in front of her had truly "transformed".

The sound of typing came from Mo Jingyu's end. She replied, "I saw it, it's useful. There are some I haven't found yet, thank you."

Ye Shu continued, "No need to thank me. If you really want to express your gratitude, how about you be a guest on my show?"

Mo Jingyu was puzzled.

"It's just a variety show. I'm a regular cast member. For the last few episodes, I can choose my own guests. You... do you want to come?"

Mo Jingyu checked the schedule that was sent to her; it was next week. The parent-child variety show hadn't started airing yet. She asked Sister Mei, who had no objections, and then agreed, "Okay, then I'll pick you up and take you to the set together."

Mo Jingyu carefully read through the emails, casually replied, and after a moment's thought, earnestly said into the phone, "We are best friends!"

"OK Bye Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Shu relaxed and lay down on the bed. Her best friend…

A moment later, his laughter came from the bedroom. He'd managed to keep his status as the eldest son's best friend! Hahahaha!

Mo Jingyu was engrossed in making a PowerPoint presentation at her desk, unaware that Jiang Zhiyan had entered. Jiang Zhiyan stood behind her, watching her occasionally burst into laughter, her hands constantly typing, and muttering to herself, finding it quite amusing.

"Do you need help?"

The sudden sound startled Mo Jingyu, instantly extinguishing her creative inspiration. She turned around and exclaimed, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came in? Were you trying to scare me to death so you could collect insurance money and marry the next one?"

Jiang Zhiyan almost lost his mind, unable to keep up with Mo Jingyu's train of thought. He could only apologize, "No, I just didn't want to bother you, I wasn't thinking about those things."

Mo Jingyu glanced at him, continued working, and retorted, "You can remarry if you want, but you'll have to pay me compensation for my lost youth and emotional distress."

Jiang Zhiyan was both amused and exasperated. Mo Jingyu's thought process was too peculiar. He sat down on the edge of the bed and earnestly promised, "I will not remarry, don't worry."

Mo Jingyu muttered under her breath, "Listening to men will bankrupt me~"

"What?" Jiang Zhiyan didn't hear clearly and asked again.

Mo Jingyu shook her head repeatedly in denial, but finally couldn't withstand President Jiang's domineering gaze and directly "invited" (kicked) the person out.

Jiang Zhiyan, who had been "kicked" out, looked at the locked door, full of doubt. What had he said wrong? He had said he wouldn't marry again, so did she still want him to marry again?

When Aunt He brought up dinner, she saw Jiang Zhiyan's embarrassed state and couldn't help but laugh. This boss of the house was always so serious, looking much older than his age.

Jiang Zhiyan also noticed Aunt He, and his expression became a little unnatural. He asked, "What's wrong, Aunt He?"

Aunt He smiled and looked at Jiang Zhiyan, "I made some late-night snacks for you and your wife."

Jiang Zhiyan nodded, and was about to awkwardly return to his study when Aunt He spoke up first, "Sir, I don't blame myself for being nosy, but girls need to be coaxed. Your relationship with your wife is just starting out, so you need to work harder and catch up with her as soon as possible."

Jiang Zhiyan nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would try his best, and only then did Aunt He stop lecturing him.

Watching Jiang Zhiyan's retreating figure, Aunt He smiled for a while before remembering that she had forgotten to ask him to bring her midnight snack.

"Oh, never mind, sir, you're still too young to be shy about something like this, haha."

She gently knocked on the bedroom door, and heard the sound of the lock being opened. Mo Jingyu peeked out, smelled the aroma of food, and immediately flung the door open. "Aunt He, what are these?"

Aunt He's real name is He Lian. She worked at the Mo family for about the same amount of time as Steward Han, which is why she dared to advise Jiang Zhiyan just now.

Facing Mo Jingyu, He Ma unconsciously treated her like a daughter. The previous Mo Jingyu made He Ma feel sorry for her, but her attitude made her afraid to get close to her. Only after Mo Jingyu was replaced in the past half month did He Ma feel free to act.

Seeing the little girl drooling with longing, Aunt He's heart softened, and she spoke with exceptional gentleness, "This is a late-night snack for Madam and Master."

Mo Jingyu smelled the aroma and realized she hadn't eaten dinner yet. The hunger that had been suppressed by work suddenly surged back, like a loan shark demanding repayment.

"Thank you, Aunt He."

As He Ma helped Mo Jingyu set the food on the table, she said, "No need to thank me, this is my job. With such a high salary from the master, I have to do my job well."

While eating, Mo Jingyu's curiosity was piqued, and she asked, "Aunt He, how much does President Jiang pay you a month?"

Aunt He asked in surprise, "Didn't the master tell the madam?"

Mo Jingyu shook her head. Not to mention that the Mo Jingyu of the past didn't care, even now she wouldn't ask for no reason, as this was a "dismissal warning" issue.

Aunt He thought so too; the lady had probably just asked casually, so she explained in detail. After listening, Mo Jingyu was so moved that she immediately wanted to join the company.

Earning 10 a month, plus social insurance and housing fund contributions, and an annual bonus of 18 a year—who wouldn't be envious of such great benefits?

Mo Jingyu used to be an ordinary clerk. Although she had five social insurances and one housing fund, her salary was pitifully low, and her year-end bonus was just a WeChat red envelope from her boss.

Mo Jingyu: It's all tears when I talk about it.

Aunt He laughed and said, "My salary was only 1 at first, but it increased after I worked there for a while. It's mainly because the master and mistress, as well as the current husband and wife, are all good people who are willing to hire an old woman like me."

Mo Jingyu quickly said, "No, Aunt He, your work ability is beyond reproach. If I were to do it, I definitely wouldn't be able to do it well. Besides, An'an is still young, and I wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting her to someone without experience. It has to be Aunt He."

Mrs. He was delighted by the praise; it was a happy thing to be recognized by her boss. "I'll go and call Mr. He over."

Mo Jingyu stopped drinking her soup to stop him, saying, "No need, you can just take it over. His presence will interfere with my work."

Aunt He smiled and said, "Okay."

Mo Jingyu rubbed her forehead, as if she had been misunderstood.

So, Jiang Zhiyan received food from Aunt He, along with her enigmatic smile.

Jiang Zhiyan: ? ? ?

He couldn't figure it out, so he went online for help. The result was that he had delusions, fantasizing that he and someone else were a couple, and that there were people shipping them.

Jiang Zhiyan, a domineering CEO, had no idea that searching for medical advice on Baidu would lead him to cancer and terminal illnesses. He now genuinely felt that he had a psychological problem.

Not feeling reassured, he called Shi An directly and said, "Go and arrange a psychologist for me."

He finished explaining and then hung up, leaving Shi An completely bewildered.

Shi An: What doctor? Has the boss finally gone insane from working himself to death?