After Hearing My Baby’s Thoughts, I Got My CEO Husband Wrapped Around My Finger

I transmigrated into a book as the wicked supporting woman who drugged the young heir of the capital's elite, and ended up pregnant with his child.

According to the plot, I was about to put on airs and say I wanted nothing, as long as I could watch him from afar.

Suddenly, a babyish voice rang out in my head. It was the child in my belly.

[Oh, no. My stupid mom is about to put on her white-lotus act again.]

[Doesn't she know that's the heroine's signature move? If she pulls it, my dad will think she's the heroine. Then, when the real heroine shows up, my mom, a fake, will be tossed aside as worthless knockoff trash. Her ending will be miserable.]

Wait. Acting aloof is the heroine's thing? You should've said so sooner!