In the fifth year of the body snatcher occupying my life, she finally got bored. She detached from the system and my body without hesitation, leaving me with a spoiled rotten son and a husband as cold as ice. Before I could even gather my thoughts, a barrage of floating comments flashed before my eyes. [What kind of disastrous start is this? First time seeing such a dumb transmigrator. She came five years early, messed everything up, and left the original host to clean up the mess.] [Exactly. She was supposed to redeem the little villain and warm the heart of the big villain, and just keep the family away from the main characters. Instead, she just dodged her death flag and spent the rest of the time enjoying herself.] [She ruined the kid and pushed the husband away. I’m so annoyed just looking at this family. They should all just die.] It turns out I’m the cannon fodder destined to die early in a novel, and my husband and son are the villains. 1 The scrolling comments were still listing the little villain's crimes: rude, bad-tempered, selfish, bullying other kids. Before I could process everything, a noise came from nearby. A child, round as a ball, was thumping down the stairs. Probably due to maternal instinct, I knew instantly this was my son. Seeing me in the living room, he ignored me completely and ran straight for the fridge. The nanny chased after him. "Oh my, Young Master, you've already had three ice creams today. If you get a stomachache, the Master will scold me when he gets back." The chubby boy turned a deaf ear. The nanny looked at me pleadingly. [What's the use of looking at her? She's the bio mom who's been absent for five years. Out of guilt, she'll only spoil him more.] [Honestly, am I the only one who thinks the transmigrator was like a skin-walker? Told to give the little villain motherly love, she just indulged him. This kid is worse off than in the original timeline. He's so fat he lost his only redeeming quality—his looks.] [See the child, see the man. I can already see him growing up to be a degenerate who beats his parents.] [I won't feel a thing if this little piglet dies.] Reading this, I couldn't hold back anymore. "Leo, put the ice cream down." I remembered when I was eight months pregnant, Julian and I decided on this name. Leo. Brave and strong. Leo gave me a disdainful look. "You're so annoying. None of your business!" He then shoved a huge mouthful of ice cream into his mouth as if to provoke me. Creamy white ice cream smeared around his mouth, his eyes, squeezed into slits by the fat, squinting even more. Seeing me still staring, Leo arrogantly raised both hands and flipped me off. Instantly, a fire of rage ignited in my chest. Spoil him? Not happening! I grabbed the little brat. "Who taught you to flip people off? Hmm? Where did you learn that?" "Let go of me! Let go! If you don't, you'll be sorry when my dad gets back!" Heh. For raising our son like this, Julian deserves a couple of slaps too when he returns. 2 I directed the stunned nanny to fetch me some duct tape. Then I grabbed Leo's middle fingers and taped his other fingers down. Since he likes flipping the bird so much, let him do it forever. Leo didn't cry. He held up his two fists, glaring at me like an angry crab. "When Dad gets back, I'm telling him you bullied me! Forget about this month's allowance! You won't be able to buy those stupid jewels anymore." "When is your dad coming back?" Leo pouted and didn't answer. I looked at the nanny. "Sir went to Seattle on a business trip. He'll be back in about a week." "Is he always like this?" The nanny looked troubled and whispered, "He behaves a little better when Sir is home." I nodded, instructed the nanny not to untie him, and went upstairs. I didn't expect the villa's decor to remain unchanged after all these years. Even the horse figurine with the ear I broke was still in its original spot. 3 Five years ago, I lost consciousness right after giving birth. I felt trapped in a dream I couldn't wake up from. I could sense my body talking and doing things, but it was hazy, like watching from a third-person perspective. I thought I had just slept for a while. Until I saw the comments, I realized five years had passed. I walked to the bedroom door following my memory. A keypad lock I'd never seen before blocked my way. [Sigh, Cannon Fodder Sis doesn't know, this lock is specifically to keep her out.] [By the way, did anyone guess the password? The transmigrator tried to sneak in a few times but failed.] [Don't know. Little villain's birthday, Cannon Fodder's birthday, Julian's birthday, she tried them all. She even triggered the whole house alarm for trying too many times. Her panicked face almost killed me with laughter.] [Forget the transmigrator, we haven't seen Julian's room either.] Reading this, I raised an eyebrow and entered a password I knew by heart. Ignoring the barrage of "WTF" comments, I pressed the handle. Sure enough, the bedroom layout hadn't changed either. Even the color of the bedsheets was exactly the same as when I went to the hospital five years ago. The only difference was a few locked diaries on the nightstand. It seemed Julian had gotten into the habit of locking up important things over the years. I picked one up. Some of the pages looked like they had been soaked in water, heavily wrinkled. The comments were all expecting me to crack the code and peek into Julian's secrets. I ignored them and put it back exactly where it was. 4 At dinner, the nanny was about to prepare dinner according to Leo's order, but I stopped her. "No need. Starting today, he's on a diet." I glanced at his taped-up little fists. "Give him a veggie sandwich for tonight." "Why! Just because I flipped you off, you're going to abuse me?" Leo protested loudly. I shook my head and looked him in the eye. "Look, you know flipping people off is bad behavior, especially since I'm your mother. But you didn't apologize. And the diet isn't punishment; it's for your health." Leo puffed out his cheeks, unable to argue for a while, just muttered something under his breath. "You're not even..." The second half was too quiet to hear, but probably nothing nice. During the meal, Leo signaled for me to untie the tape. "Will you do it again?" He didn't look at me, pouting. "No." After a pause, he added, "Sorry..." [Honestly, Cannon Fodder Sis has a way with bratty kids.] [I'm dying of laughter. If the little villain didn't apologize soon, his fingers would have gone numb.] [More please, I love watching this.] [Wait, isn't she worried about consequences? It's not five years ago. The transmigrator wore down all of Julian's feelings. He might actually turn hostile when he returns... If the early-death white moonlight turns into a resentful ex-wife, I'll really be speechless.] Julian turning hostile? To be honest, I'm kind of looking forward to it. 5 Whether Julian would turn hostile was unknown. But Leo's eyes turned red at the dinner table first. He pointed at the sandwich with lettuce and a fried egg. "That's it?" I nodded. I even kept the egg fried instead of boiled so the transition wouldn't be too abrupt. "I won't eat this! I want sweet and sour pork ribs!" "Eat it or starve." Leo rolled his eyes, huffed, jumped off the chair, and ran away. I sighed. I didn't want to be ruthless, but the kid wasn't cooperating. I put down my utensils, called the nanny, grabbed a trash bag, and started searching for Leo's stash of snacks. Leo, who was squatting by the bed eating chips with his butt in the air, was caught red-handed. Watching bags of snacks fall into the trash bag, his little hands trembled. "You don't play fair!" I ignored him. Seeing he couldn't stop me, Leo stuffed the remaining chips in his hand into his mouth and chewed frantically. seeing me leave, he sighed in relief. Unexpectedly, I turned and went into his usual media room and study. The kid was smart, knew not to put all his eggs in one basket. But I played this game when I was a kid too. Now Leo completely broke down. "Boohoo, spare the snacks, please!" "My limited edition gift pack! I saved my allowance for so long to buy it, I haven't even tasted it yet." "Take my life if you must, but leave the snacks alone!" "Snacks! How can I live without you, snacks!" Leo was crying for real now, wiping tears and sobbing quietly. [Hahahaha, watching the chubby kid cry is kinda funny, feels cute.] [I hate kids crying, but Leo cries quietly, unlike other kids who scream and pierce your ears. Otherwise, I would have quit watching.] [Reply to above: Kids scream to get sympathy from adults. Is it possible Leo subconsciously knows the transmigrator wasn't his real mom...] [Holy sh*t upstairs, that's terrifying.] I squatted down, hugged Leo, and patted him, saying the snacks were just being stored away, not thrown out. As long as he ate his meals properly, they would be returned. He stopped sobbing instantly, leaned his head on my shoulder, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and whispered, "Mom?" I answered. "Yeah, baby is good."
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