Summary
I transmigrated as the villain’s vicious stepmother, and the System demanded that I stay in character.
I looked down at the five-year-old Little Bean by my feet and, with the most vicious expression I could muster, swapped the milk in his hands for bitter melon juice.
From then on, he was no longer allowed to be a picky eater.
If he wanted to keep a pet, he could only be in charge of cleaning up its poop.
Later, when it was time for him to apply to college, I even secretly changed his choices.
Years later, the villain had made a name for himself and achieved great success.
I thought disaster was finally about to strike.
Unexpectedly, he stood before the media and said, “The person I’m most grateful to is my mom. It was her love that accompanied me as I grew up, and it was she who showed me the direction my life should take.”
Wait.
Isn’t something not quite right here?