The moment I opened my eyes, I became the wicked stepmother with the worst fate in the novel. After the male lead's business empire collapsed, my three stepsons joined forces to send me to a mental hospital, where I would be trapped forever.
[Ding! Stepmom Survival System activated!]
[Mission One: At tonight's family dinner, serve the domineering CEO male lead a bowl of cilantro wontons, a dish he never touches.]
I gritted my teeth and did it, while the whole family waited to see me thrown out.
Instead, he stared at the wontons in a daze and asked hoarsely, “How did you know... what my mother's cooking tasted like?”
After that, the plot began to fall apart.
The stepson who was supposed to see me as his mortal enemy knocked on my door in the middle of the night. “Auntie, could you tell me another bedtime story?”
The genius pianist, my second stepson, invited me for the first time. “I need someone to listen to my solo recital.”
My youngest stepson, going through his rebellious phase, awkwardly handed me a bandage. “Your cooking... is pretty good.”
When the original heroine arrived, halo of the System in tow, ready to take everything from me
My System suddenly flashed a danger warning: [Alert! A higher-dimensional entity has intervened!]
The CEO male lead stepped in front of me, his gaze icy. “My wife doesn't like you. Leave.”
All three stepsons lined up in front of me to block her way.
Then the last line finally unlocked on my System screen:
[True identity confirmed: You are not someone who transmigrated into a book. You are the sleeping creator of this world.]
Now, I'll be the one writing the rules of the game.
