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

The online comments section instantly became lively:

[Mo Jingyu is really shameless, slacking off so brazenly.]

[Exactly, Weiwei is too kind; it's true that kindness is often taken advantage of.]

I was thinking, didn't Mo Weiwei ask this herself? So what's wrong with Sister Yu accepting help?

[Weiwei was clearly just being polite, can't you even tell?]

[Oh, she's pretending to be generous. If Sister Yu doesn't agree, will she say that Sister Yu isn't giving Mo Weiwei face?]

Mo Weiwei's fans' moral standard is that anything that benefits Mo Weiwei is right.

[Hilarious! Mo Weiwei said those words herself, and Mo Jingyu has no problem agreeing. I really don't know what some people are complaining about.]

Just then, the director's voice suddenly rang out in the office. Everyone instinctively looked around to find the source of the sound, and finally, all eyes focused on the cameraman's phone.

The director shouted at Mo Jingyu, "Do your own work! No ghostwriters allowed!"

Mo Jingyu looked at the camera and immediately argued, "Director, you didn't say before that I couldn't ask for help. I've already accepted their kindness, and if I go back on my word now, they'll think I'm being unreasonable."

As she spoke, she comfortably shifted to a more comfortable position, crossed her legs, leaned back slightly in her chair, and continued to argue, "Besides, this is just normal mutual help between colleagues, how can it be considered ghostwriting? I didn't pay her."

The director was speechless for a moment, his anger simmering. He wished he could sew Mo Jingyu's clever tongue shut. But he couldn't argue with her, so he could only shout angrily, "No means no! Who's the director here, me or you?"

Forced by the director's "authority," Mo Jingyu had no choice but to reluctantly agree to take the composition paper back from Mo Weiwei.

Soon, the bell rang for evening self-study. The sound echoed in the quiet corridor and reached the office. Upon hearing the bell, everyone quickly focused and began writing their plans.

Jiang Yan'an watched the adults busy with their own things, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. He enthusiastically suggested, "Let's go outside to play. I saw a lot of paintings hanging in the corridor earlier, they're really beautiful, I want to take a closer look."

The children's eyes lit up instantly when they heard that.

Ye Ye frowned and gently shook his head in refusal. He knew very well that if he ran away on his own and got caught, he would definitely get a scolding.

But the children weren't about to give up so easily. They surrounded Ye Ye, launching into their adorable charm. Some tugged at his clothes and shook him gently, some pleaded with him in their soft, sweet voices, and others blinked their big, watery eyes, looking at him expectantly. Ye Ye's initially resolute heart began to waver under the onslaught of these cute kids' sweet talk, and he eventually gave in helplessly.

At that moment, the adults in the office were all working hard at their desks, focused on their tasks, and no one noticed that a few small figures were tiptoeing out.

The children were short, nimbly weaving between the desks and chairs in the office, as silent as a group of little mice. However, Ye Ye's height stood out among the children, like Godzilla. He was very conspicuous when he stood up.

Ye Shu happened to look up and immediately saw Ye Ye standing up. She frowned slightly, a hint of worry in her eyes, and quickly whispered, "Be quiet when you go to the restroom, don't disturb the students." Ye Ye looked a little nervous and nodded in agreement.

Stepping out of the office, Ye Ye let out a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing. Looking at the group of children beside him, their eyes crinkling into slits with mischievous grins, he couldn't help but ask, puzzled, "Why didn't we just tell them we wanted to go out?"

Jiang Yan'an raised her little head and waved her little hand in the air. Although she was the youngest, she spoke with great confidence, "They are all working. It would be bad if we disturbed them."

A few children tiptoed along the corridor. The corridor was softly lit, and colorful paintings hung on the walls. Every now and then, the children would stop and stare wide-eyed at the beautiful paintings, occasionally letting out soft exclamations of "Wow!"

Ye Ye wasn't as relaxed as they were. His eyes darted around constantly, his expression wary. He noticed that some students had already noticed them. Ye Ye's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to stop the children who wanted to continue walking. He crouched down and whispered, "They're studying. We'll disturb them if we do this."

“Indeed, when I’m studying, Mom doesn’t let anyone walk around outside my study.” Xie Yifan nodded seriously and said with a solemn expression. Jiang Yan’an scratched his head, a thoughtful look on his face, and then said, “We really shouldn’t disturb our older brother and sister. Let’s go to the bathroom and then hurry back.”

The children all nodded in agreement. The group then headed towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.

Ye Ye walked behind, increasingly feeling uneasy. Their way of walking was drawing too much attention. After all, going to the restroom meant passing by every classroom on this floor. He followed behind the children, his head lower and lower, silently praying they wouldn't be discovered.

During evening self-study, the classroom was extremely quiet. Even the slightest movement at the door would attract the attention of the high school students. Even if a teacher smoked at the door, they could watch intently until the teacher finished the last puff.

Sure enough, as soon as the children passed by Class 1, all the students' eyes were drawn to them. They craned their necks, eyes wide open, desperately trying to see what was going on. The teacher supervising the class also noticed, but remembering that training would begin tomorrow, he turned a blind eye and pretended not to see anything.

Xie Yifan volunteered to lead the way, acting like a little adult, carefully protecting Jiang Yan'an and Su Nuohan in the middle. Everyone stood in a neat row, walking forward in unison, looking as if they were about to sing a picnic song at any moment.

As soon as they entered the restroom, they bumped into Gu Shiqing. Gu Shiqing was taken aback, looked at the children in front of him, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why did you all run out here?"

"We're here to use the toilet," Jiang Yan'an said, raising her little hand in a childish voice.

Gu Shiqing nodded, his gaze falling on Su Nuohan, a concerned expression on his face. "Little sister, do you need to use the restroom? The toilet stalls at our school are a bit high. Shall I go and get an older sister to help you?"

When Su Nuohan saw that it was the handsome older brother who had hugged her at noon, she nodded shyly and said, "Thank you, brother." Gu Shiqing's heart was almost melted by her cuteness, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a big smile. He turned around and quickly went back to the classroom to call her.

Wei Tong, who had been summoned, frowned and muttered impatiently, "Why did you call me here? We're almost at the restroom."

Gu Shiqing quickly pointed to the children standing neatly at the toilet door and explained, "Help Nuonuo go to the toilet." As soon as Wei Tong saw the cute little girl, the impatience on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a gentle smile, "Oh, you should have said so earlier."

As she spoke, she bent down and extended her hand, her voice soft, "Come on, let me help you." Su Nuohan obediently reached out her little hand, took Wei Tong's hand, and said sweetly, "Thank you, sister."

Gu Shiqing didn't plan to leave either. He started plotting, intending to recruit the children into his class. After all, hardly anyone was studying seriously tonight. He'd definitely be a hero in the class then.