Nangong Wan woke to find her hand hovering in midair, about to slap a five-year-old boy.
The door was kicked open. The child’s father looked at her coldly. “Break her legs and throw her out with nothing.”
She looked down at the body she had just transmigrated into, then at the little boy cowering in the corner, fear in his eyes.
Then she lowered her hand.
She had become the most evil supporting character in the entire novel, and it was hell mode from the start. The original owner abused her stepson, offended her domineering CEO husband, and antagonized the whole family. In the original story, she didn’t survive past thirty chapters.
But someone else was in this body now.
She wouldn’t follow the plot. She wouldn’t hurt the child. She wouldn’t try to steal the male lead.
She had only one goal: survive, and make some money along the way.
So she started cooking for her stepson, telling him stories, and tucking him in. The boy went from avoiding her to clutching her trousers, from silence to speaking, from being afraid to smile to showing off his dimples.
Then the cold-faced villainous CEO husband started acting strangely. He worked late less and less and spent more and more time at home. One night, he slapped a file down in front of her and wrote six words with his fountain pen:
“Who are you, really?”
