I transmigrated into the story as the evil stepmother of the villain, and the system required me to stick to the character settings without breaking role.

Looking at the five-year-old little bean by my feet, I cruelly swapped out the milk in his hand with bitter melon juice.

From then on, he wasn’t allowed to be picky with his meals.

As for pets, he had to clean up their poop himself.

Later, when it was time for him to apply to college, I even secretly changed his choice of major.

Years later, the villain achieved great success.

I thought my doom was inevitable.

To my surprise, he stood in front of the media and said, “The person I’m most grateful for is my mom. It was her love that accompanied me as I grew up, and she was the one who pointed me in the right direction in life.”

Hmm? Isn’t there something off about this?

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