I just transmigrated, and I’m already a “Triple-Zero”—no money, no job, and no house. I’ve just been divorced, kicked out with nothing to my name, and I’ve got a kid in tow.

My agency took pity on me and tossed me a few resources, even arranging a dorm for us. Since it’s hard to share a room with a toddler, they set me up in a tiny studio. Honestly? Even that was enough to make me feel satisfied.

It wasn’t until the assistant dropped off some documents that I realized the truth: I’ve become the “cannon fodder father” of the big villain in a fanfiction novel. The kind of character who’s already dead and only exists in flashbacks.

Looking at my adorable little son, who was quietly trying to dress himself, my heart just broke for him. This kid is so sweet and well-behaved—just how much coldness and cruelty did he have to endure after his father died to become the twisted, ruthless villain from the book?

I reached out and pinched his cute, chubby little cheek, swearing to myself: This is my son now. I want to give him all the love I have. I’m going to pull his life back onto the right track so he’s never influenced by the heroines or supporting characters again. No “twisted villain” ending for my boy.

The little one, Yan Xikai, looked up: “Daddy, that uncle outside is sending you flowers again. Are you going to take them or not?”

The “Milk Dad” Yan Zhiheng replied: “Son, your dad’s biggest goal in life is to make money. If it gets in the way of my grind, we’re not doing it…”

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