Saving My Villainous Son

She worked diligently in the modern world, grinding through 996 workdays, then transmigrated into a book and set out to save the villainous son. She never expected her genius son to pamper her instead. Once the villainous son learned to talk, he also learned how to put on an act. In front of Mommy, he was obedient and well-behaved. When Mommy wasn't looking, he was a pure little domineering CEO. The phrase he thought most often in response to Mommy's inner commentary was, “Boring.” “Son, why are you staring at the ceiling again?” Changqing grumbled inwardly, Mommy, I'm speechless. I'm looking up at the sky. The fathers were just there to make up the numbers. Mommy and her precious little ones were all she needed.