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

Mo Jingyu's inner monologue was a frantic outburst.

Family members, does anyone know what to do when you encounter a crazy old woman? You have to be even crazier than her!

"Mo Weiwei, don't call me 'sister.' We were born on the same day. Also, if you feel wronged, go find your own mother for comfort. Don't try to get attention from me. I'm not a psychologist; I don't have that much patience." With that, Mo Jingyu turned and left.

Lin Yunyuan, carrying the food, added, "Miss Mo, all these dishes were made by Jingyu."

Mo Weiwei was stunned on the spot. Mo Jingyu can cook?! That bitch... she just called her a lunatic! Just wait, I'll definitely ruin your reputation.

Mo Jingyu arranged the dishes and called out, "An'an, Nuonuo, it's time to eat. Go wash your hands."

The two children happily washed their hands and ran over, already starving as soon as they smelled the aroma of the food.

Wow, An'an, your mom is amazing!

When little Jiang Yan'an heard someone praising his mother, he proudly raised his head even higher.

"Your mother is amazing too!" Mo Jingyu looked at him, her heart melting. How could her son be so adorable?

"An'an, is it delicious?"

Jiang Yan'an didn't have time to reply; with his head buried in the bowl, he nodded rapidly in a hurry.

[This makes me hungry]

The four were enjoying their meal when Li Ziang rushed in and grabbed Mo Jingyu's leg.

Mo Jingyu was full of question marks. Was such a grand gesture really necessary?

"Auntie, I don't want to eat the 'coal' my mom makes, it'll kill you." Li Ziang looked at her pitifully, adding a QAQ emoji.

Zhao Momo, who was chasing after them, was so angry that she jumped up and down. "What are you doing, you brat? How could what I made kill someone?!"

Lin Yunyuan and Mo Jingyu burst out laughing when they saw Zhao Momo's face.

"MoMo, what happened to your face?"

Zhao Momo took the mirror Lin Yunyuan handed her and looked at herself. Her face was covered in charcoal ash, so she quickly reached out and wiped it clean.

"MoMo, you two can eat here. We've made quite a lot."

Upon hearing this, Li Ziang let go of his hand, jumped onto his seat, and started eating. Zhao Momo had no choice but to sit down as well.

Seeing Li Ziang wolfing down his food, Jiang Yan'an felt even more smug. His mother was indeed amazing.

"Brother, eat slowly. I knew my mom was a good cook."

The group ate and chatted, laughing and talking.

Mo Weiwei's side was very quiet, while Sun Xiao spat it out after the first bite, shouting, "Disgusting!"

Zhuang Ning was extremely embarrassed and apologized repeatedly to Mo Weiwei. Mo Weiwei was furious inside, but on the surface she had to pretend to be magnanimous and say, "It's okay."

She let Mo Jingyu steal the spotlight today, and she's determined to make Mo Jingyu suffer even more.

Xie Yifan noticed that his mother had a smile on her face, but the emotions in her eyes were hard to hide. Was his mother angry? Had he not done a good job? He envied An'an for having such a gentle mother. Although his mother was also gentle, she always made him feel pressured.

After finishing their meal, Mo Jingyu and the others went back to their rooms for a nap. Jiang Yan'an, having washed his little hands, climbed into bed, eagerly waiting for his mother to come in.

As soon as Mo Jingyu entered the room, she saw Jiang Yan'an staring straight at her.

"What's wrong, An An?"

Jiang Yan'an shook his head, "It's okay, I'll wait for Mom to sleep together."

Mo Jingyu was quite surprised that this little villain had become so dependent on her. She reached out and ruffled An'an's hair hard.

In the morning, the guests were woken up by the director's terrifying loudspeaker. Mo Jingyu was speechless; what kind of kind person would play "When Dreams Awaken" to wake someone up? It's no exaggeration to say she was startled awake.

Each group of guests glared at the director with resentment as they came downstairs.

Director Wu pretended not to see it and said loudly, "Everyone, starting this afternoon, you'll have to earn your own ingredients for cooking!"

“We set up some tasks in the village. As long as the corresponding tasks are completed, you can get points. Finally, we will count the points of each family and select ingredients according to the points.”

The afternoon sun was blazing; after standing for only a short while, Mo Jingyu's face turned bright red. She quickly pulled Jiang Yan'an behind her and looked at the director with annoyance, "What's the mission?"

Director Wu grinned mischievously, “Everyone needs to go to the villagers’ cornfields to help pick corn. Points will be awarded based on the area of ​​corn picked.”

Harvesting corn?! The production team is really something, going to harvest corn in nearly 30-degree weather. Mo Jingyu looked completely resistant, almost as if she was about to die on the spot.

Zhao Momo went even further, saying, "Going to pick corn in this sweltering heat? What if the kids get heatstroke?"

Zhao Momo was worried, and Lin Yunyuan was worried too. Nuonuo was particularly afraid of the heat, and Lin Yunyuan was very anxious.

"It's alright, our production team has prepared some traditional Chinese medicine and medical staff."

This director is inhuman!

[Director, run! My sister Yu's eyes are practically blazing with murderous intent!]

【哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈】

The director, too lazy to say anything more, started the timer immediately.

"The director is really killing us!" Zhao Momo complained as she walked. "Jingyu, Yuanyuan, do you know how to pick corn?"

"This is a technical skill," Lin Yunyuan shook her head. Mo Jingyu said, "I've done it before, so I know a little bit."

"Sister, you know how to pick corn? But Mom said you... Don't force yourself. I used to pick corn when I was little. I can teach you." Mo Weiwei said hypocritically.

Wow, Weiwei can even husk corn!

[Mo Jingyu is putting on airs again; she can hold more than my pencil case.]

What's wrong with your idol? Why is only yours so good at this? What's wrong with my Yu-jie?

Exactly, they're all just bored and have nothing better to do.

The comments section instantly erupted into chaos.

"Sometimes I really admire you." Mo Jingyu looked at Mo Weiwei.

Mo Weiwei looked puzzled: "?"

"You're always so idle, always trying to get noticed. What, nobody in the Xie family takes you seriously?"

Mo Weiwei was speechless for a moment.

"You don't actually think you're the female lead of the world, with all those unique skills, do you?"

"If you're so capable, show us your hidden skills; I might even be ashamed of myself for not being as good as you."

"Don't talk nonsense in front of me if you have nothing to do. I'm allergic to idiots."

"I know I'm good-looking and popular, but you keep hanging around in front of me so much that I'm starting to question your sexual orientation."

Mo Weiwei was so shocked by the rebuke that she almost choked. How dare Mo Jingyu insult her!

Mo Jingyu was irritable from the heat, and provoking her at this time might really get him a beating.

[Mo Jingyu has gone mad! What a rude and despicable person!]

[Are you alright? They're just targeting Weiwei! How did they even manage to hire an artist with such a bad reputation as Mo Jingyu?]

Today I've truly witnessed the power of verbal sparring in a machine gun.

【………】

[I'm not saying this to be mean, but some haters and paid trolls should at least understand the situation before they start attacking, otherwise they seem incredibly stupid.]

Mo Weiwei was speechless after being rebuked. Her hand unconsciously tightened, and Xie Yifan beside her cried out in pain, bringing her back to her senses. "Sister, I didn't expect you to misunderstand me. I... I really just wanted to..."

"What you think is none of my business. Am I your father or your mother? Why should I know what you're thinking? Whether you misunderstand or not is up to me. Who do you think you are, jumping around in front of me every day?"

Zhao Momo and Lin Yunyuan sensed that something was wrong and quickly pulled Mo Jingyu away.

Zhuang Ning fanned the flames from the side, saying, "Weiwei, don't take it to heart. So what if she's hooked up with an old man? If she keeps making a scene like this, she'll be kicked out sooner or later."

That's true. Mo Weiwei married a movie star husband that everyone envies, while Mo Jingyu was nothing more than a plaything for an old man. Thinking this way, Mo Weiwei felt much better and wasn't angry anymore.

Mo Jingyu unleashed a torrent of curses, and her bad mood vanished instantly. Indeed, venting appropriately is very effective.

"Mom, don't be angry, An'an will give you candy." Seeing the candy Jiang Yan'an handed her, Mo Jingyu felt even better.

"Jingyu, don't keep arguing with her, you'll get scolded," Zhao Momo advised.

“That’s right…” Lin Yunyuan echoed.

Mo Jingyu said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Zhao Momo and the other woman exchanged helpless glances. "You call that 'moderation' when you were just attacking?"

I really... want to hear what it's like to have no sense of propriety.

[Does Mo Jingyu have any manners? She barks like a dog everywhere.]

[Your idol is the one who's acting like a dog, constantly trying to label Mo Jingyu.]

[Is it wrong to tell the truth? Mo Jingyu is right to curse people, then.]

[Yes, yes, Mo Jingyu is also willing to spend money to hire online trolls.]

[Oh wow, do you guys want to check out the trending topics again?]

[This is all the nonsense these marketing accounts write; it's the only thing you brainless fans of Mo Jingyu can use to argue your point.]

At this moment, a golden comment appeared again: "[All the information is true; there is no falsehood]".

【If you say it's true, then it's true. Are you involved?】

Ye Shu is not Shu v: @Mo Weiwei bullying is real (˙︶˙)☆*°

【what's the situation? 】

[The big-eyed boy from the older brother's eyes is finally moving!]

Why did the Best Actor speak up for Mo Jingyu?

Our brother just likes the facts.

The hashtag "Actor Ye Shushi's Confirmation of Mo Weiwei's Prediction" immediately topped the trending searches.