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

After the group came out of the secret room, Zhao Momo hung her head dejectedly, her eyes slightly red. She went straight to Lin Yunyuan and hugged her for comfort.

Apart from Mo Jingyu, all the guests on the show had given birth. Zhao Momo empathized with Diana's experience, as she herself had suffered from postpartum depression for quite some time, something Lin Yunyuan was well aware of.

Fortunately, Zhao Momo has finally started to recover, thanks to the fact that her husband Li Ziang's father is a decent person and has given her a lot of support.

Although Mo Jingyu had never personally experienced childbirth, she had heard about the hardships involved.

Seeing that everyone was in low spirits, the director didn't rush to urge them on, giving them time to process this heavy feeling.

In the live chat, mothers' empathy surged like a tide. Some were grateful to have married a good partner, their words filled with happiness; others lamented that their fates were similar to Diana's, their words brimming with unspeakable sorrow.

[I totally understand what Diana is saying. A man who dislikes his wife after she has given birth is utterly despicable!]

I can't even imagine what it would be like if my husband treated me like this right after I gave birth; I'd probably break down...

Postpartum psychological issues for pregnant women really deserve our utmost attention!

My husband is like that. Right after I gave birth, he helped me with my lochia a few times, but then he complained that I was disgusting and too hurtful.

[Hugs to the lady upstairs, you've been through so much.]

What is lochia? Is this something that happens after childbirth?

[The person upstairs clearly hasn't experienced this. You'll experience lochia after giving birth, which is similar to menstruation, and there are many postpartum complications.]

【!!! That's terrifying!】

Many postpartum complications arise from not taking proper care during the postpartum period, or from returning to work before the body has fully recovered.

Seriously, after my grandma gave birth to my dad, her uterus would prolapse whenever she went to the toilet, and she had to manually push it back in. It was terrifying.

Oh my god, this is heartbreaking to hear.

The above only mentions the more serious issues; there are also stretch marks, postpartum urinary incontinence, and other problems that are incredibly distressing.

[This is terrifying; I don't even want to think about having children anymore.]

Sisters, having children is a serious matter that requires careful consideration. Don't just act on a momentary impulse of love; there are so many factors to consider.

Why are there so many aftereffects? My wife is newly pregnant, and I'm so worried.

Do more research online and ask your doctor for advice.

Mo Jingyu gently held Jiang Yan'an, who was already fast asleep in her familiar embrace. The little guy's sleeping face was peaceful and well-behaved.

At this point, the director slowly began to recount Diana's complete story to the guests:

Diana, in the prime of her youth and with a radiant face, happily married the love of her life—Nan Hong. At that time, Nan Hong's eyes were filled with undisguised love and doting affection when he looked at Diana; anyone who saw it would have thought they would spend a blissful life together. But all this beauty came to an abrupt end the moment Diana gave birth.

Postpartum, Diana was weak, her belly covered with alarming stretch marks, and her figure was no longer as graceful as before. Nan Hong's attitude changed drastically; he made no attempt to hide his disdain for Diana, believing she was no longer beautiful after giving birth. One night, Diana overheard a conversation between Nan Hong and Nan Yunna, where Nan Hong exaggeratedly criticized Diana's belly, his disgust sending a chill down Diana's spine.

From then on, Diana fell into a deep vortex of inferiority. She sighed and lamented every day in front of the mirror, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. In the end, she even began to hate her own appearance.

Nan Yunna, mimicking Diana's style, knew she was merely a substitute for Diana, used by her cousin, but she didn't care; she was solely focused on status and power. First, she secretly poisoned Diana—a small dose, but enough to weaken her body and weaken her spirit. Then, she drove a wedge between Diana and her son. Under her repeated attacks, Diana's mental defenses completely crumbled.

That day, Diana walked into the shower room, her eyes empty and filled with despair. She had unknowingly drunk the hallucinogen she had prepared for her son. Under the influence of the drug, she seemed to see a door to freedom, her last desire. So, she ran frantically towards that "door," crashing headfirst into a hard wall, ending her painful life.

After having an affair with his cousin, Nan Hong still wouldn't let Diana go. Under the guise of "love," he imprisoned Diana in his home, using this twisted "love" to trap a woman for her entire life. He neglected his child, and even after Diana and the child passed away, he was filled with resentment, accusing Diana of being heartless and leaving him no hope.

After hearing this complete and heart-wrenching story, Mo Jingyu felt a wave of nausea wash over her, her heart filled with rage. To hell with all those thoughts! It was a miracle she didn't rush up and slap Nan Hong.

This isn't love at all. Maybe it was love at first, but it turned sour when he started to dislike Diana after she gave birth. It was just Nan Hong's twisted possessiveness.

In that era when women were treated as appendages of men, even if Diana was conscious, how easy would it be for her to escape Nan Hong's clutches? Mo Jingyu clenched her fists in anger, wishing she could slap Diana to bring her to her senses, and then slap her cousin as well. Nan Hong was even more ruthless.

Zhao Momo couldn't help but complain to the director, "Director, why did you choose such a heavy subject?" The director replied with a serious face, "I just wanted to use your influence to give a voice to mothers."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Momo immediately perked up, ran to the camera, and began to recount, one by one, the various difficulties of being a mother.

Mo Jingyu noticed Zhao Momo's emotional changes and quietly asked Lin Yunyuan, "What's wrong? Why is her mood fluctuating so much?" Lin Yunyuan sighed softly and briefly explained Zhao Momo's postpartum depression.

Mo Jingyu couldn't help but sigh, "Luckily, I was smart enough to have a painless pregnancy." Lin Yunyuan chuckled and teased, "Well, it's probably better that you didn't experience it. Giving birth is really not a pleasant or easy thing. Look how well-behaved An'an is. If you and President Jiang are considering having a child, you'd better be very careful." Mo Jingyu immediately shook her head vigorously, firmly stating, "I absolutely refuse to have one."

The director led everyone to the dinner location and didn't present any further challenges, allowing everyone to eat in peace. After a full day of escape room experiences, everyone was exhausted. They quickly finished their dinner and went back to their rooms to rest.

Before leaving, Mo Jingyu subconsciously glanced at Mo Weiwei, who always loved to cause trouble during meals, but today she was unusually quiet.

Mo Weiwei was preoccupied with something else. When she went to pick up the drunk Xie Ming earlier, she overheard that Xie Ming seemed to have a white moonlight (a term of endearment for someone special).

At that time, she was only focused on taking care of Xie Ming and didn't think much about it. Now, however, this question is like a thorn, pricking her heart from time to time. She can't help but wonder if she is also a substitute? This question is like a mystery in the fog, and the answer will only be revealed at some point in the future.

When Mo Jingyu returned to the room, she first wet a towel with warm water and gently and carefully wiped Jiang Yan'an's little face and hands clean. Then she gently put the little guy back on the bed, tucked him in, and then turned to go to the bathroom to take a bath.

After taking a shower, she dried her hair while hesitating whether to call Jiang Zhiyan to ask about Jiang Yan'an's mother.

Last time, Jiang Zhiyan was about to speak when she was interrupted by her in a hurry. At that time, she did not want to get involved in those complicated and troublesome things. But today, the theme of the secret room is too heavy, and she can't help but worry whether Jiang Yan'an will be affected.

Just as she was hesitating, Jiang Zhiyan called first. Mo Jingyu quickly answered, glanced at Jiang Yan'an who was still fast asleep, and tiptoed into the bathroom with the phone in her hand.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, are you watching the live stream?" Mo Jingyu spoke first. A soft "Mm" came from the other end of the phone.

Mo Jingyu was unsure how to bring up the topic and was struggling with it when Jiang Zhiyan spoke up, "You want to ask about An'an's mother, right?" Mo Jingyu nodded subconsciously, then realized she was on the phone and quickly responded.

Jiang Zhiyan was silent for a moment, as if he was composing himself, and then slowly said, "An'an's mother is my cousin. My cousin's parents died in an accident when she was young, and my parents took her in and raised her. I have always treated her like my own sister."

As Mo Jingyu listened, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly; why were the villains in novels always so tragically fated? She asked softly, "What's her name?"

"Jiang Min'an."