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

Mo Jingyu contacted the paparazzi recommended by Gu Shiqing. After some haggling, they reached an agreement on the price. Just as the paparazzi issue was resolved, they also obtained the chat logs that they had arranged to have prepared.

Mo Jingyu sat on the soft sofa, her slender fingers gently flipping through the chat history on her phone. The more she looked, the angrier her originally fair face became, and the anger in her eyes seemed to burn through the screen.

"That scumbag! He's utterly depraved! It's one thing to cheat people out of money, but he even tried to kill them!" It turns out that Wang Baiyi had been conspiring with Xie Yao all along, plotting to kill Jiang Zhi. And their reasoning was utterly absurd—the two of them believed that Jiang Zhi had forcibly taken them and broken them up!

"Screw your extortion!" Mo Jingyu couldn't help but mutter under her breath. "Has Wang Baiyi lost his mind? Does he fantasize about being the male lead in an inspirational drama every day? Does he really think he has the script for the main character in his hands? Jiang Zhi giving him money is an insult, but Xie Yao giving him money is a lifeline? If he's so capable, he shouldn't take a single penny!"

"You took the money and you're still pretending to be so high and mighty? You're not even as good as a gigolo!" Mo Jingyu's chest heaved with anger.

Xie Yao is no good either. Does she really think she's the heroine of a tragic drama? She appears gentle and weak on the surface, but behind the scenes she's ruthless and vicious, capable of sowing discord and committing murder!

"My poor, beautiful cousin, how could she have run into such a disgusting scumbag!" Mo Jingyu was filled with indignation. When she saw another chat log, she discovered that Xie Yao and Jiang Zhi were actually friends. This made her feel nauseous. Jiang Zhi's experience was exactly the same as the heroine in the rebirth novel. The scumbag cheated on her with her best friend, and with the added plot of pregnancy and car accident, it all matched up perfectly.

Mo Jingyu couldn't help but seriously consider the possibility of being reborn. After all, if something as bizarre as transmigrating into a book had happened to her, what else was impossible?

Mo Jingyu forwarded the chat log to Jiang Xing, and specifically instructed him: [Xiao Xing, don't act rashly. Let's wait until we have all the evidence before we take down Wang Baiyi completely.]

She deliberately didn't forward the two records involving the planned assault. After all, Jiang Xing was only 17 years old, a time when he was full of vigor and might not be able to control himself if he saw those things.

After finishing organizing the chat history, it was already noon. Mo Jingyu got up and went downstairs to have lunch. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she saw three children with dirty faces, as if they had just crawled out of a swamp.

Mo Jingyu raised an eyebrow. "Oh, did you guys go blow up the toilet?" Jiang Yan'an ran happily towards Mo Jingyu with his short legs, opening his arms as if to give her a big hug.

Mo Jingyu quickly reached out her palm and gently pushed him away, preventing him from getting closer. Jiang Yan'an raised his little face, which was covered in mud, and said with a grin, "Hehe, let's go play in the mud in the garden."

Looking at the three of them covered in mud and looking disheveled, Mo Jingyu couldn't help but burst out laughing. "If you guys were to carry a plate and squat by the door now, you'd look just like little beggars." After laughing enough, she waved her hand and said, "Alright, alright, let the two older kids take the younger ones to wash up, and then come and eat quickly."

At the dinner table, Mo Jingyu casually asked while eating, "Has your sister decided when to get engaged?" Jiang Xing nodded vaguely with a piece of bread in his mouth, "The day after tomorrow. The invitation should be delivered tonight."

Mo Jingyu raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at the time, and thought to herself: The timing is just right, I can finish eating the rest of the gossip before I go to work next time.

Time quickly came to Jiang Zhi's engagement banquet.

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating Mo Jingyu's face. She stretched lazily, then got up and headed towards the dressing room.

Today, she specially chose a black velvet strapless fishtail dress. The dress was perfectly tailored, outlining her graceful figure. The tiny rhinestones on the skirt, like twinkling stars in the night sky, emitted a dreamlike glow under the lights, sparkling as if draping her in a layer of dazzling starlight.

Mo Jingyu carefully applied her makeup, styled her hair into an updo, and let a few stray strands fall beside her fair neck, adding to her allure. She nodded in satisfaction at herself in the mirror before leaving the room. Outside, Jiang Zhiyan stood dressed in a bespoke black suit; the sharp tailoring accentuated his tall and handsome figure.

Jiang Yan'an, dressed as he wished, wore a matching little suit with Mo Jingyu, looking like a refined little gentleman, tilting his head back and smiling at Mo Jingyu.

The three of them arrived hand in hand at the entrance to the banquet hall, where they happened to run into Jiang's mother. Jiang Zhiyan frowned slightly, looked around, and asked softly, "Mom, where's Dad? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Jiang's mother gently tugged at Jiang Zhiyan's sleeve and whispered, "He's still in a meeting, he'll be there soon."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly tensed up: Oh no, oh no, I'm about to meet my father-in-law! The description of Jiang's father in the original text involuntarily floated into her mind: decisive, stern and unsmiling... a mix of serious and rigid images.

Mo Jingyu grew increasingly anxious, her heart pounding: What if he doesn't like me and kicks me out? Will I still get the money from the contract? Will President Jiang give me some compensation out of consideration for our time together?

Jiang Zhiyan seemed to sense Mo Jingyu's nervousness. He leaned closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her ear, and whispered, "Don't worry, Dad's temper is very good in front of Mom." Mo Jingyu was still uneasy after hearing this: Didn't this mean that he was only good-tempered in front of his wife? Wouldn't he be very bad-tempered in front of others?

Lost in thought, Jiang's father appeared. Mo Jingyu looked up and was taken aback; this was completely different from the original description!

The man before her, Mr. Jiang, was all smiles at Mrs. Jiang, his eyes full of tenderness. There was not a trace of his usual stern and unsmiling demeanor. Mo Jingyu was momentarily stunned. Then, as if sensing something, Mr. Jiang casually glanced at her, his gaze sharp as a sword. Mo Jingyu felt a chill run down her spine and involuntarily trembled.

Mo Jingyu panicked and hurriedly stammered, "Dad... Dad, hello, my name is Mo Jingyu, from Class 4 of Senior Three, I... I'm good at making desserts..." As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Zhiyan saw this, clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed lightly twice, while secretly poking Mo Jingyu under the table with his other hand.

Mo Jingyu suddenly realized what was happening, her face turning bright red as she apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I... I was just too nervous. I'm not usually like this."

Mo Jingyu stared nervously at Jiang's father, inwardly groaning: This is terrible, my first impression is completely ruined. She lowered her head, anxiously awaiting Jiang's father's scolding.

Unexpectedly, a hearty laugh rang in her ears. Mo Jingyu looked up in confusion and saw Jiang's father and mother laughing at each other. Jiang's mother smiled and scolded playfully, "Hahaha, Old Jiang, look at you, you've scared your daughter-in-law."

Jiang's father waved his hand with a smile, looked at Mo Jingyu, and said gently, "Jingyu, don't be nervous. Your mother has told me about you before, saying that you are an interesting child. After meeting you today, I can see that she is right. Hahaha."

Jiang's father's laughter made Mo Jingyu's face turn even redder, but her body relaxed a bit. She scratched her head and said somewhat shyly, "Dad, you look so dignified. Whenever I see you, it's like seeing my high school teacher; I reflexively get nervous, haha."

Just then, Min Yue walked over with light steps and a friendly smile on her face. "Jingyu, your cousin is in the dressing room. She seems a little nervous. Why don't you go keep her company?" Mo Jingyu nodded and turned to walk backstage. Jiang Yan'an's eyes lit up, and like a little tail, he immediately followed.