On the live broadcast of the hit parenting reality show. Every single person there was taking cheap shots at my mom. I blurted out, "Ma'am, my mommy and daddy taught me to be polite when I go out." "Are you not polite because you don't have a mommy?" My mom panicked and immediately clamped her hand over my mouth. "Kids say the darndest things! Kids say the darndest things!" The live chat exploded: [Just goes to show, trashy moms raise trashy kids.] But later, I carried my mom through all the show's games purely on skill. I completely dominated the evil twin boys. And when every single toddler on the show started following me around and calling me "Boss"... The internet changed its tune: [Okay, maybe I was a little too loud earlier...] 1 After I died, I woke up inside a novel. I had transmigrated into the body of the four-year-old daughter of a scandalous, heavily blacklisted actress. My biological dad was literally the richest man in the country. My mom was drop-dead gorgeous. The day I crossed over, I hid in my massive bedroom and laughed to myself for an entire afternoon. With this kind of generational wealth, I couldn't even imagine what kind of "hardships" I could possibly suffer in this lifetime. The only downside was my mom's terrible public reputation. The second she popped her head out in public, she got obliterated by the internet. But my mom was a glutton for punishment. Even knowing how bad her reputation was, she still stubbornly and diligently took on jobs. One day, I came home from kindergarten with a miserable look on my face. She scooped me up, showering my face with kisses. "Baby, Mommy accepted an offer for a new show! Do you want to go play with Mommy?" Hearing the words "go play," my eyes literally sparkled. God knows how agonizingly helpless it feels for a twenty-something soul to be forced to attend kindergarten. Getting my enthusiastic approval, my mom and her agent signed the contract at lightning speed. When my dad found out, he called an emergency family meeting. He started by having a deep, earnest conversation with my mom, gently asking if she really had to take this specific job. My mom slapped the contract on the table. "If I back out now, the penalty is five million." The air in the massive living room fell dead silent for three seconds. My dad leaned back into the plush sofa, a teasing smirk playing in his eyes. "Evelyn, I'm not bankrupt yet." Ultimately, I wasn't fully present for the conclusion of this family meeting. My mom handed me off to the nanny. I sat in my ridiculously extravagant playroom, rolling my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. The filthy transactions of adults! 2 My dad walked into my room with lipstick smeared all over his face. He looked down at his four-year-old child and began his solemn lecture: "Chloe, you're a big girl now." "Daddy's brave little girl can definitely take good care of Mommy, right?" Seeing that I remained completely unmoved, my dad pulled out his ultimate weapon. "If you make sure Mommy has a great time on the show, you can take a whole week off from kindergarten when you get back." My eyes lit up instantly. God knows I had exhausted every trick in the book trying to skip kindergarten. Evelyn was a softie. As long as I cried hard enough and looked pathetic, she’d cave and let me stay home. But if Julian—my dad—was the one doing the drop-off? He would just give a cold scoff, roll up the sleeves of his bespoke suit, expertly toss me into the classroom, and walk away without a second glance. "Make it two weeks," I countered. He frowned slightly. He seemed to be wondering why he was negotiating with a toddler. "Forget it. I'll just pay the five million penalty." I desperately grabbed onto his suit jacket. "Deal!" 3 The second week after signing the contract, the production crew arrived unannounced. My mom and I had secretly moved into one of our other properties a week prior. Before the cameras even started rolling, my mom's agent had already greased the palms of the building's management. The doorbell rang early in the morning. I answered it. Standing right next to the director was the agent lady. I flashed them a massive, brilliant smile. The camera crew immediately shoved their lenses into my face. One of them, probably the field director, asked me in a sickly-sweet voice, "You must be Chloe! Where's your mommy?" I lifted my chubby little face and told her, "Mommy is sleeping. You can't bother her." Then I pushed the heavy door open, inviting them inside. Once the crew was in. They asked the agent if they could shoot some b-roll around the house. Hearing this, I specifically ran over, grabbed the director's hand, and dragged her toward my mom's bedroom door. With a deadly serious expression, I declared, "You can't go in this room!" The director gave a signal, and the cameraman immediately swooped in. On camera, my squishy, dumpling-like face looked incredibly stern. "Mommy works very hard taking care of me! Mommy needs to rest!" As for why I specifically went out of my way to say this... Because I knew the truth. This variety show was a live-streamed event. Which meant that right now, behind those lenses, there were thousands of haters waiting to tear my mom to shreds for any minor mistake. In the original novel, this exact show was the catalyst. My mom inexplicably became the sacrificial lamb used to make another guest look good. The other actress on the show blew up in popularity because she and her son painted a picture of absolute, harmonious perfection. My mom, on the other hand, was cyberbullied so mercilessly that she was forced to retire from the industry. This time, I absolutely refused to let that happen. Only by experiencing it firsthand did I realize... Just how incredible of a mother she truly was. 4 So, on camera, I scurried around the various rooms, looking incredibly busy. While dragging my own little suitcase out to pack, I also took all the luggage my dad had secretly prepared for my mom and laboriously dragged it, piece by piece, into her massive suitcase. The live chat: [Evelyn knew she was going on a show, and she's still not awake at this hour?] [That's totally normal. I thought everyone knew Evelyn acts like a diva.] [Her daughter is so cute though! Let Auntie give you a kiss!] [She's so young, how could she possibly know how to do all this? It's just a people-pleasing personality.] [Didn't she marry into a billionaire family?] Just as I was finishing up, my mom stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She immediately scooped up my busy, hardworking self. She started furiously kissing my chubby cheeks. "How is my baby so cute?" "Mommy's little sweetheart." It wasn't until she suddenly noticed the room full of strangers and cameras... That her face instantly turned beet red. She quickly hid her face behind me. I sighed heavily. Moms! 5 By the time we arrived at the filming location. The other families were already there. My mom and I each dragged a suitcase. Seeing us walk in, the other guests gave the cameras a lukewarm, polite greeting. In the original novel, my mom had tried to drag me over to join their conversation. And was met with thinly veiled mockery. So this time, I grabbed my mom's hand. I pointed to a chair off to the side. "Tired. I want to sit." My sweet, milky voice instantly cleared my mom's brain of any other thoughts. She abandoned the suitcases and effortlessly hoisted me into the chair. Then, she pulled a cheese stick out of her pocket. I munched on the cheese stick while observing the dynamics of the other guests. But before I could even finish it. One of the twin boys from another family spotted my snack. He charged at me like a little torpedo. He smacked his lips. "What are you eating?!" I waved the cheese stick in front of his face. Then, I took a massive bite. Chew, chew... He raised his little hands, trying to follow the movement of the cheese stick, but grabbed nothing but air. Filled with tragic grief, he burst into wails. "Mommy! I want to eat too!" God knows, I only wanted to mess with the kid a little. Unfortunately, I was just pretending to be a kid. He was an actual kid. Seeing him cry, my mom panicked and quickly dug another cheese stick out of her pocket. She had packed extras this morning, terrified I might get fussy in a new environment. But giving him that cheese stick... Made things spiral completely out of control. First, he waved the cheese stick triumphantly at his twin brother. The other twin immediately lunged at him to steal it. In less than three seconds, the two of them were violently wrestling on the floor. The twins' mother, a famous pop singer named Taylor, rushed over to pull them apart. But their combat skills were surprisingly high, and neither was willing to surrender. When she found out the brawl was caused by a single cheese stick... Taylor's face turned black. She marched straight toward us. Looking at my mom with outright hostility, she demanded, "Did you give Dylan that cheese stick?" My mom wasn't very familiar with Taylor. After all, she had been laying low for a long time. Since having me, she only took on minor jobs every year. Plus, the sheer volume of her haters meant that anyone who got close to her risked getting dragged down too, so she naturally didn't have many friends left in the industry. And right now, the cameras were entirely focused on the brawling twins. Almost no one was paying attention to our corner. Taylor sneered at my mom. "Evelyn, did you do that on purpose?" "I know you're desperate for a comeback." "But resorting to cheap stunts to steal screen time?" My mom immediately shielded me behind her, desperately trying to explain that she hadn't meant any harm. But Taylor wasn't listening to a word she said. "Hmph. Keep your dirty tricks to yourself. We all know exactly how you slept your way to the top." How my mom got to the top? No one knows better than me! Obviously, it was because my dad used every manipulative trick in the book to coax and con my mom into marrying him! Seeing this woman acting so aggressively. And even trying to throw mud at my mom, I peeked out from behind her legs. In a sweet, childish voice that was surprisingly loud, I asked, "Ma'am, are you calling my mommy bad names?"
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