The Accidental Stepmom Who Stole the Show

I spent my whole life doing good deeds, and finally transmigrated into the body of a rich mans wife, becoming a mother painlessly, with a stepson aged fifteen and a half.

The only bad thing was that the original owner insisted on bonding with her stepson and signed up for a rural parent-child variety show.

Other mothers prepared loving meals for their kids, while I ran entirely on lazy-cancer energy, slept eighteen hours a day, and scared my rebellious stepson so badly that he called 911 on the spot.

I had just been carried onto the ambulance when I woke up, and the first thing I said was, Is the food ready?

Shu Ying, are you done making a scene?!

The boy in front of me, who looked like he had stepped straight out of a comic, glared at me with anger, his face full of impatience and disgust.

You should call me Mom, I said slowly, because was this cheap stepson trying to rebel by calling me by my name instead of Mom?!

Fu Xingge sneered.

I shrugged indifferently, dug out the snacks I had brought, and shoved them into my mouth.

Gurgle

I turned my head.

The cool, handsome boy glared at me and said, What are you looking at?

Oh.

I looked away, picked through the pile of snacks I was holding, and sensed Fu Xingges vague gaze drifting over.

Tsk, did this silly big son think I would still fawn over him like before, caring whether he was cold or hungry because I loved his father, putting him and Fu Nanting first in everything?

Impossible.

After living twenty years, I only then discovered that I was the vicious, dramatic female supporting character in an entertainment-industry novel, one whose only redeeming quality was her face.

The female lead, An Qingqing, was inspirational and kind, and was known as the nations goddess.

As for me, I drugged and snatched An Qingqings fianc, Fu Nanting, and successfully climbed from an eighteenth-tier actress to the wife of the richest man in Yucheng.

However, this stolen marriage was not happy, because not only did my husband neglect me, but in the end, on the rainy night when I was kicked out, I fell into a river and died.

Now the plot had reached the point where, in order to bond with Fu Xingge, the stepson adopted by my tycoon husband, I brought him onto a rural parent-child variety show, only to be brutally compared to An Qingqing and hated by the entire internet.

Me: ???

This rich madam life suddenly did not seem so appealing anymore, so I should just get divorced after finishing the show.

Having decided to slack off completely, I asked the director, Can we turn on the TV?

Yes, but you have to exchange items for it, the director said. Catch one big goose, and you can watch for one hour.

My face fell, because I was most afraid of big geese, and it really hurt when those beaks pecked people.

Can you play it first? I asked. Ill have Fu Xingge catch the goose.

A kid who did not know to call me Mom was meant to be ordered around.

Bullet comments: ???

The director looked at me awkwardly and said, Are you sure Fu Xingge is willing to cooperate?

I looked at Fu Xingge and said without a shred of mother-son affection, Xingge, help me catch a big goose, and Ill give you snacks!

Fu Xingge clenched his back teeth and mocked me with all his strength. Youre an elder, and this is how you act as a mother?

I seriously considered his question and said, But I want to divorce your dad now. The two of us have no relationship, so cant I make an equal exchange with you? You catch the goose, and I have snacks.

Fu Xingge froze.

The bullet comments were stunned too.

She seems serious

At that moment, the sound of a car engine came from outside the door.

I looked up.

An Qingqing, wearing a beige long dress, walked in dragging a suitcase and leading a little boy of six or seven.

An Qingqing was the only single guest in this episode, and the little boy she brought was an ordinary participant found by the production team, named He Xiaochen.

As soon as she came in and finished greeting everyone, An Qingqing took out a piece of bread and a carton of milk and handed them to Fu Xingge.

Xingge, before I got out of the car, I heard from my agent that you were hungry, and these two brands are the ones you like, so have something to tide you over.

I raised an eyebrow slightly, because this scene was almost exactly the same as the plot in the book.

I knew that next, Fu Xingge would say, If only you were the one who married my dad.

And I would instantly explode, cursing An Qingqing for having evil intentions and driving a wedge between me and my stepson.

But very soon, An Qingqings fans would cyberbully me, and the whole internet would hate me.

No need, Im not hungry, Fu Xingge said beside my ear.

My hand paused over my game.

An Qingqing coaxed him in an indulgent tone, Xingge, dont be shy. Shu Ying doesnt even have enough of the snacks she brought for herself, so dont fight her over them.

Fu Xingge said, I really dont need it. If I want to eat something, Shu Ying will give it to me.

I snapped my head up.

Huh? This rebellious kid was still thinking about my snacks??

I stopped playing my game at once, hurriedly pulled the snacks beside me closer, and challenged Fu Xingge with my eyes.

No way!

Maybe it was my imagination, but I saw a speechless look in Fu Xingges eyes, like he was looking at an idiot.

An Qingqing did not feel awkward at all about being rejected by Fu Xingge, and she placed the things in my arms before turning to smile at Fu Xingge.

Now Xingge can feel at ease asking Shu Ying for food, she said. I gave these things to Shu Ying, so she wont fight you for them.

Sure enough, the bullet comments were full of praise, complimenting An Qingqing while scolding me for being selfish enough to even snatch my sons snacks.

I secretly rolled my eyes.

I hated little green-tea girls the most, because it was one thing for me to slack off while filming a variety show, but it was another thing entirely for you to bully me to my face.

I smiled kindly and said, Thanks.

An Qingqings expression stiffened, as if she was a little confused.

She had not expected me to accept them so readily.

I hugged all the snacks into my arms and sneered inwardly, because the old me certainly would not have taken them, but now, free stuff was just too good!

I turned to Fu Xingge and said, Are you eating or not? If youre not, Im taking them away.

Fu Xingge stood up with a dark expression and strode toward me on his long legs, then reached out his hand.

I was startled and nervously shut my eyes.

Fu Xingge, you cant hit people on the show!

As soon as I finished speaking, the weight in my arms lightened.

Fu Xingges scoff sounded above my head.

Shu Ying, stop overthinking with that almond-sized brain of yours.

Meow meow meow? He did not hit me?

I opened my eyes and saw Fu Xingge holding a bag of chips, and he had even opened it!

At once, I got anxious.

Didnt she give you bread? Take hers! Why are you taking my chips?

Fu Xingge leisurely ate a chip, making a crisp crunch, and said vaguely, Those two for this one, so just tell me whether its worth it or not.

Eh? It did seem pretty worth it. The two brands An Qingqing bought happened to be ones I liked too.

I immediately felt delighted. Deal.

After saying that, I turned and went upstairs to put away the snacks, and after staying in my room for a while and feeling bored, I went out, planning to get some air in the small garden on the third floor.

Earlier, I had heard the director say that the cameras had not yet been installed in the small garden on the third floor, so it was perfect for me to let loose.

However, at the doorway, I heard An Qingqing talking on the phone.

Put more effort into buying negative trending topics about Shu Ying. Ive liked Fu Nanting for so many years, so why should an eighteenth-tier nobody like her get to cut in first?

Good lord, I hated that I had not brought my phone.

I knew there had to be a reason I had so much dirt online, and it turned out someone had been fanning the flames!

Did she really think I was Hello Kitty if this tiger did not bare its claws?

I turned and went downstairs, then slept comfortably in my room for the entire afternoon.

According to the plot, An Qingqing should have won great praise for coaxing the child.

But when I went downstairs, I saw He Xiaochen crying his heart out while An Qingqing fumbled around, unable to coax him no matter what.

I felt that crying like that was pretty hard on his throat, so I walked over and asked, How old are you this year?

An Qingqing looked up impatiently, yet put on a good-tempered act.

Shu Ying, Xiaochen is in a really bad mood right now, and Im about to coax him, so play with him later.

I smiled. Ms. An, with that awful look on your face, people who know whats going on will understand youre coaxing a kid, but people who dont might think youre hitting him.

An Qingqings eyes reddened. Shu Ying, how can you be so

A slightly hoarse voice from the side interrupted her spellcasting.

The kid is six.

I looked over.

Fu Xingge was sitting on the tatami mat, the sunset falling on his slightly messy hair, making him look as beautiful as a painting.

Was this him helping me out?

I did not think too much about it and said to the deeply upset He Xiaochen, At six years old, youre already a little man, so if you keep crying, how are you going to transform into Ultraman? Ultraman is very brave.

An Qingqing secretly rolled her eyes and said helplessly, Shu Ying, if you can coax a child like that, then I would have already

Re really? He Xiaochen sobbed.

An Qingqings words got stuck in her mouth, and I crouched down, took a tissue, and wiped He Xiaochens tears and snot.

Of course its true, I said. Ultraman has to be brave so he can protect everyone and become everyones light.

He Xiaochen seemed to half understand, but he soon clenched his fists and promised, Im going to be a brave kid! Im going to become light!

I patted his head. Good boy.

The child immediately stopped crying, and I turned my head and smiled kindly at An Qingqing.

What would you have already done?

An Qingqings face darkened, and she said nothing.

At some point, Fu Xingge had walked over and said, How did you know using Ultraman to coax him would work?

I shrugged. When he came, he was carrying a small backpack, and the backpack was an Ultraman collaboration. It was expensive, so if he didnt like it, his parents probably wouldnt have bought it.

Fu Xingge nodded, stuck his hands in his pockets, and left.

I watched his back and felt that his question was inexplicable.

But when I looked up, I saw An Qingqings expression turning alternately pale and livid.

I suddenly understood.

All of An Qingqings fans had been praising her for being attentive and considerate, but as the temporary mother of the little guest, she had not even noticed there was Ultraman on her sons backpack?

I sat down on the sofa and picked up my phone to look.

The bullet comments were actually no longer one-sidedly scolding me, and An Qingqings fans were as quiet as chickens.

But soon, An Qingqings counterattack came.

That night, before bed, the director said I had to go catch a big goose, and if I caught one, Fu Xingge would have a place to sleep. If I gave up the task, Fu Xingge would sleep in the living room tonight.

Catch a big goose

I suspected the director was doing it on purpose, because he knew perfectly well that I was most afraid of this thing.

Before I could decide, I heard Fu Xingge say, Ill sleep in the living room.

My heart instantly relaxed, and I was quite moved.

Who said before that he was a rebellious son? I refused to accept that! Right now, he was Mommys good big boy!

That doesnt seem right, An Qingqing suddenly said with a disapproving look. How about this, Shu Ying? If you dont want to do the task, Ill do it for you. Im Nantings good friend, so its only right for me to take extra care of his son.

My eyelid twitched.

The bullet comments exploded.

Oh my god! Did An Qingqing just expose herself?! Is she really Fu Nantings ex-fiance??

Compared to the selfish Shu Ying, An Qingqing is the one who truly cares about Fu Xingge.