After awakening to the fact that I was the evil supporting character in a novel, I decided to just slack off entirely. I took my seven-year-old stepson on a parenting reality TV show. While the other moms meticulously prepared nutritious meals for their kids, each one proving to be gentle, virtuous, and capable... I stayed up playing video games until the middle of the night, then slept straight through until noon. Uh, well, it wasn't exactly straight through. I was woken up by the kid twice in between. The first time, it was because he had finished making breakfast. The second time, it was because he had finished making lunch. He was waking me up to eat breakfast and lunch. And then, our mother-son duo inexplicably went completely viral. The top comment from netizens read: "To take care of his clueless, immature mother, this poor kid is stressing his little heart out at such a young age, hahahaha~" 1 "I don't want your snacks, and I don't want your milk! Stop bothering me!" The little boy, looking as handsome as a character straight out of an anime, yelled impatiently, giving me a sudden, splitting headache. The snacks and milk I was holding were swatted onto the floor by his small hands. After the pain subsided, my mind was suddenly clearer than it had ever been. A flood of dusty memories rushed in. I suddenly realized: I had transmigrated as the evil supporting female character in a novel. The female lead, Stella, was laser-focused on her career. I, the vicious supporting woman, had used every trick in the book to marry Harrison, a billionaire CEO who already had a son. Half a year into the marriage, Harrison showed no desire to actually be a husband. Stella appeared, and he immediately demanded a divorce. My stepson, Noah, became their ultimate wingman, and the three of them lived happily ever after as a perfect family. Meanwhile, driven mad by jealousy, I clung to Harrison, framed Stella, and abused my stepson, ultimately meeting a tragic and gruesome end. Knowing all this, I felt completely sick to my stomach. I wanted to divorce him right then and there, far away from the male lead, the female lead, and the stepson. But after our wedding, Harrison had gone on a business trip and hadn't returned. And before I awakened to the truth, I had signed a contract for a parenting reality show to "bond" with Noah. Right now, Noah and I were already on the set. Breaking the contract meant paying a massive penalty fee. Asking me for money is worse than asking for my life. I decided to just slack off and coast through the filming before dealing with anything else. 2 The kid who had just yelled at me and knocked the food to the floor was Noah. He was a very handsome little guy. Dark, bright eyes, long eyelashes, and flawless skin. Wearing a high-quality, oversized hoodie and black joggers, he looked both adorable and cool. It was just a pity his temper was as rotten as his father's. Actually, I was the one who begged his dad to let him participate in this show. I told him it was to build a mother-son bond. Harrison married me just to have a hands-off approach to parenting. Seeing me take the initiative, he used his parental authority to force Noah to agree. Because of this, Noah had been giving me the cold shoulder with an icy expression the entire trip. Yet, I had shamelessly fawned over him, offering water, offering snacks, acting like an overbearing nanny. That desperate attempt to bond was the "me" before I woke up. Now, I had an epiphany. I just thought about how this kid acted like a little iceberg in front of me. But later, when he met the female lead, Stella, he'd instantly turn into an obedient, sweet-talking little lapdog. Never mind that he was just a stepson; even if he were my biological son, I wouldn't have the energy to serve him right now. "Oh, you said you don't want it? Fine, I won't bother you then," I said, swiftly gathering all the snacks from the floor and tossing them back into my bag. Then, I dug out my absolute favorite lime-flavored potato chips and started crunching away. Nothing in the world is difficult, as long as you're willing to give up. Noah let out a soft hmph, looking as if he didn't believe me at all. 3 Before my awakening, I was a foolish, love-struck idiot. Relying on a face blessed by the heavens, I signed with Harrison's entertainment company and then spent all my time revolving around him, completely ignoring my career. Several times, just to "accidentally" bump into him, I ditched work and ran off from film sets. I caused a massive uproar in the industry. And got cursed out terribly by netizens. So when I appeared on the livestream just now, the chat was entirely filled with people bashing me. "Ugh, this brainless woman actually showed up. Go die!" "How dare something so disgusting share the screen with our goddess Stella? Is she even worthy?" "Did you see the little cutie, Noah, next to her? This woman is practically begging to be a stepmom. Word is, this little cutie has a crazy powerful background. As for how this airhead managed to climb the social ladder... hehe, those who know, know." With this background exposed, combined with my excessive fawning over Noah on the trip... The comment section labeled me a shameless gold digger, a simp, a toad lusting after swan meat. And because Noah had ignored me the entire time, and the only time he acknowledged me was to lose his temper... The netizens praised him for being a clear-headed little savage. I sighed inwardly. Couldn't these people see I had already turned over a new leaf and become a new person? I grabbed a carton of milk, tore off the straw wrapper, and stabbed it in forcefully. Noah turned to look at me, his little mouth curling down in a dismissive pout. A look that said: "No matter how much you suck up to me, it's useless. I won't drink the milk you give me." After inserting the straw, I didn't even ask him; I just started drinking it myself. The handsome little boy's face froze. He probably assumed I would, like before, desperately try to play the loving mother and offer him the milk to drink. After all, since the day I met him, I had been exactly what the netizens called me: a simp, constantly trying to please him and his dad. But who would have thought, I just drank it myself. The netizens lost their minds. "What the heck? What's wrong with this woman? Is she playing hard to get? Using tactics on a seven-year-old?" Me: "..." You're overthinking it, okay? 4 We arrived at the filming location, a secluded countryside resort. The guests were staying in a three-story house. The other guests hadn't arrived yet. Noah and I sat on a large sofa. He played with his Rubik's cube, I played on my phone, and my snacking never stopped. I had been so busy hovering around Noah before we left that I hadn't eaten breakfast. Right now, I finished the chips and started gnawing on some beef jerky. After the jerky, I ate some cookies. Dried fruit, pistachios... I went through all of them. Noah sneaked glances at me several times, his little face visibly growing darker and darker. When I picked up the straw to poke a hole in his favorite—and the only remaining—yogurt smoothie in the bag, he couldn't stay calm anymore. He jumped up: "If you eat everything, what am I going to eat?!" "Oh no, Noah fell for it." "This woman must be so smug. She'll probably give him all the snacks now, and Noah will naturally start liking her. Ugh, so disappointed." "Noah isn't wrong! It's this evil woman who's too toxic. Who could resist tempting a seven-year-old like that? Even a nineteen-year-old baby like me couldn't resist." I stuck the straw into the smoothie and said to Noah, "You said you didn't want my food." Noah's face flushed red, his pale little chin lifting: "But I want it now. Give me the yogurt smoothie." "Too late." Noah: "You're an adult, and I'm a kid. Shouldn't you give the smoothie to me?" "It's my first time being a human too, why should I give in to you?" Noah's face grew redder, but his damn childish pride wouldn't let him concede. He blurted out: "But I'm your son! You said it yourself, you'd treat me like your own son!" "Oh, that was before. Now that I'm married to your dad, I've realized our personalities just clash. I'm planning to divorce him, so you won't be my son much longer." After saying that, I bit the straw and started gulping down the yogurt. Noah: "You said it, no taking it back! I'm calling my dad right now to tell him you want a divorce!" He even gave me a provocative little glare. Kids these days are too smart, maturing way too early. He had seen me acting pathetic in front of his dad way too many times. In fact, the last time, just to see his dad, I stupidly threatened to jump off a building. Therefore, even a kid like him knew I loved his dad to death. So when I said I wanted a divorce, Noah thought I was just trying to scare him. I swallowed a mouthful of smoothie and nodded like a chicken pecking at grain: "Mhm, mhm, go ahead, call him." Noah, who hadn't expected me to answer so readily: "..." The bullet screen also fell into a rare silence. After a long while, a comment finally popped up: "It doesn't seem like she's playing hard to get, or lying about wanting a divorce." "Talking about divorce on a show, is she for real? Can she really bear to give up the wealthy marriage she simped so hard for? Did she finally drain the water from her brain?" "But talking about divorce right in front of the kid, isn't that a bit harsh?" "So what? She's just a stepmom, and Noah doesn't even like her. If she brings up divorce, Noah will be thrilled." "Anyway, I just don't like her." Footsteps sounded outside the house. The bullet screen exploded. But not a single comment was about me or Noah anymore. Now, the entire screen was frantically spamming Stella. "Ahhhhh, the goddess has arrived!" "The goddess is so beautiful, the baby is so handsome!" "Stella is awesome! Such a small body holds so much power, truly our treasure." "Finally caught my treasure Stella, uwu, Stella is so pretty [frantically licking the screen.jpg]." A slender Stella, wearing a large backpack, pulling a giant suitcase with one hand, and holding a cute five-year-old boy with the other, walked in. 5 Stella smiled and greeted us. After putting down her bags, she carefully lifted the little boy onto the sofa and made sure he was seated comfortably. Stella was the only single guest this season. The kid she brought was handpicked by the director from ordinary families. His name was Toby, good-looking, smart, known in kindergarten as a "little prodigy." Stella unzipped her backpack, took out a pack of yogurt smoothies, and walked over to Noah, who was still in a staring contest with me. She smiled gently: "Noah, I brought your favorite yogurt smoothies, here you go." She acted very familiar with Noah, which didn't surprise me. Her actions matched the plot perfectly. If I hadn't awakened, I would have exploded by now. Before coming to this show, I had received an anonymous envelope. Inside were photos of Stella sitting in Harrison's car, and Harrison hugging Stella. Stella was an actress under Harrison's company, a top-tier A-lister. On the surface, the two of them didn't seem to have any private interactions. Suddenly receiving such photos, I couldn't quite believe they had an ambiguous relationship. But arriving at the show and seeing how familiar Stella was with Noah... You have to understand, Noah was usually too shy to let strangers know he loved those yogurt smoothies. I hadn't looked closely before, but I instantly believed the contents of those photos. I concluded they definitely had something going on. And so, my descent into the blackened, doomed supporting female character began. I forcibly commanded Noah not to drink the smoothie she gave him. But the more I stopped him, the more he wanted to drink it. It caused a huge, unpleasant scene. And the audience cursed me into oblivion. But now, I was awake. Stella was interacting with Noah. I quickly moved out of frame, retreated to the side to continue drinking my smoothie and looking at my phone. The bullet screen was full of praise for Stella. "Stella is truly an angel. She's so gentle. I watched the stream on the way here and knew Noah wanted a smoothie, so she comforted little Noah the moment she arrived." "Speaking of which, if Noah's stepmom wasn't that brainless woman, but our gentle Stella, the picture would definitely be so much more harmonious and beautiful. I kind of want to ship the mother-son bond between Stella and Noah." Me: "..." Saying something so morally bankrupt right in front of a legally married spouse, hoping the "other woman" takes over... who's the real brainless one here? I frustratedly started playing a game on my phone. 6 I had moved out of the way. But something heavy landed in my lap. Stella had tossed the pack of smoothies into my lap. Me: "?" "Noah is too shy to take it, can you hold it for him and give it to him later?" Stella still had a smile, and her tone was still very gentle, but her eyes were noticeably a bit cold. I looked at Noah in confusion. Noah glared at me. Me: "?" This little brat, why is he suddenly not playing by the rules? Stella winked at me playfully: "Maya, you're an adult, you can't be so immature and snatch a child's food again. Even if you're craving it, hold it in for now. You can buy some when the show is over." "Stella's lecture is spot on. This woman is so greedy, even snatching a child's snacks." "Exactly, is she a pig?" "Why even mention that woman? Isn't it better to just admire our goddess Stella?" Me: "..." I picked up the yogurt smoothies. Decisively and cleanly shoved them into Noah's hands: "Hold on to them, they're all yours. When you run out in the future, just tell her, I believe she'll be very happy to keep buying them for you." Stella's eyes lit up, and she affectionately put a hand on Noah's shoulder, looking incredibly maternal: "Of course, Noah, as long as you want to drink it, just tell Auntie Stella, Auntie Stella will buy it all for you." Me: "..." I got up and walked out of the house. If I can't afford to offend you, I can at least hide, right? 7 There were no official tasks for the show today; it was mainly to show the guests departing and arriving, just some daily life stuff. For those of us who arrived early, the crew had arranged meals. Except for me, who didn't follow the plot and instead spent the day happily playing games. Noah spent the whole day with Stella, Toby, and the others. By the time all the guests had arrived, it was already evening. Room assignments were drawn. My group with Noah and Stella's group were in adjacent rooms. Each room had two beds. After playing games for half the day, I washed up, lay down on the bed, and continued playing. At 10:30 PM, Noah came back to the room. I didn't stop my hands or look up as I asked: "Why are you back?" According to the plot, after Stella bailed him out and gave him the smoothies, he fell in love with the gentle and beautiful female lead. He loved sticking to Stella all day long, dreaming of having her as his mom. And since I, the supporting character, didn't go and ruin things today or forcefully drag him back... He should have completely forgotten about me and just slept over there. Why did he voluntarily come running back? 8 After I asked, Noah didn't make a sound for a good while. I stole a glance up from my game. I saw the little brat standing in front of my bed, his small fists clenched, his handsome little face frozen in a scowl, glaring at me with hatred. I was speechless: "What's wrong with you? Who owes you money?" The little guy seemed to have a belly full of resentment. The moment I asked, he angrily shouted a string of complaints: "Why didn't you come looking for me?! My bed is in here! Why would I sleep anywhere else?!" Me: "..." The little brat was yelling and questioning, his eyes turning red like he was about to cry, but he tried hard to hold it back: "You were never like this before! Toby is so immature, I had to play with him all day." "I thought you would come looking for me, but look at you! All you care about now is your stupid game!" "Why did you let me drink a stranger's smoothie?! Weren't you afraid I'd get poisoned?!" My mouth twitched: "It's not that serious." Noah: "The teachers taught us not to eat things from strangers! You're supposed to be my stepmom, and you didn't even stop it! How can you call yourself my stepmom?!" Me: "Didn't I tell you—" The little brat cut me off: "Anyway, before you get a divorce, you're my stepmom!" After yelling, he huffed and trotted off to take a shower. Me: "???" I felt completely baffled. Why did this kid suddenly change his tune? Wasn't he disgusted by the idea of me being his stepmom before? I felt like I must have missed something. I paused the game, opened my phone, and reviewed the footage. I saw that Noah hadn't drunk a single bottle of the yogurt Stella gave him all day. He played with Rubik's cubes and games with Toby, but you could tell his mind wasn't on it. Stella tried hard to talk to him, but he gave her the cold shoulder, completely ignoring the food and drinks she offered. Just before coming back, he returned the smoothies and snacks to Stella, politely declining: "Thank you for your kindness, but our teacher said kids shouldn't eat things from strangers." Stella's face froze on the spot, and it took her a few seconds to recover her gentle demeanor: "Noah, I'm very good friends with your dad, I'm not a stranger." Noah instantly turned into a little adult, saying very calmly and seriously: "My dad said that married men shouldn't be friends with single women." "You might have been friends in the past, but now he's married, so you can't be his friend anymore." "Otherwise, my stepmom will be unhappy, and if my stepmom is unhappy, my dad will spank me." "Thank you again for looking after me today. Goodnight, I'm going back to my room." Noah even politely bowed to Stella to say goodbye. It must have been because Stella's expression looked so terrible at that moment that even the cameraman couldn't bear it and turned the lens away, so I didn't get to enjoy her wonderful reaction. I have to say, Noah's actions completely changed the tone in the comment section. "Such a well-raised baby, so awesome." "Damn, after hearing what Noah said, I just realized I've wasted ten years drinking boba. I'm not even as smart as a kid. I almost shipped the 'other woman' [self-reflection.jpg]." "Even though I've never seen him, and don't even know who Noah's dad is, I'm already madly in love with this man." Let alone them, even I was blown away by this unseen, cool side of Noah in the video. But I was still very confused. Shouldn't Noah be working against me at every turn, only getting along with Stella like a real mother and son? But why did it suddenly change? Could it be because I didn't turn evil and cause trouble? Isn't the rebellious teenage phase supposed to start in the teens? What, it starts at seven now? Just because I didn't stop him, and instead fully supported him going to Stella, he got rebellious and decided to stick to me instead??? With this butterfly effect, the subsequent plot would probably change completely too...
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