Jiang Yue glanced at her son; he seemed quite well-behaved.

Even if he destroys the world in the future.

What does that have to do with her?

Jiang Yue looked at the little boy in front of her, who was fair-skinned and had a pretty face, but his eyelashes were drooping, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The system watched helplessly as this ill-tempered princess looked down at the villains in the story.

I kindly reminded her.

[You frequently beat and verbally abuse him, often pinching and hitting him behind your husband's back, mentally tormenting him, and starving him.]

This is a major villain! He'll torture you beyond recognition when he grows up!

It's not too late to remedy the situation.

Jiang Yue acted as if she hadn't heard anything.

She picked up the teacup in front of her, took a small sip, and beckoned to the child, "Come here."

Zhou Zhengchu's eyelashes trembled, and he silently clenched his small hands.

He was used to his mother's beatings and scoldings, and he was prepared to face the storm. He was very tolerant; he could endure it and it would pass, and the pain would subside.

Don't cry.

You can't call it that.

We cannot allow ourselves to be wronged.

Otherwise, she would pinch him even harder.

She didn't love him at all.

Although Zhou Zhengchu sometimes couldn't help but miss his mother's warm embrace, and although he still wanted her love, he knew that it was all just wishful thinking.

His mother only used him.

The child obediently took two steps forward.

Jiang Yue looked him up and down. At only four or five years old, he was able to keep his emotions hidden and showed no emotion.

She was just about to speak.

The servants stood trembling in front of the young master, afraid that the madam would be in a bad mood and start to tormenting him again.

"Madam, dinner will be ready soon."

"knew."

"Young Master just got home from school, he's probably hungry."

"We won't starve if we eat later."

Upon hearing this, the maid dared not say another word, fearing that she might say something wrong and anger the lady.

The young master is also pitiful.

His biological mother used him as a tool to consolidate her position, but even so, the servants felt that the young master still longed for maternal love.

Every time the lady played the role of a loving mother in front of the gentleman, the young master would obediently be held in her arms, his arms even unable to resist hugging his mother's neck, unwilling to let go.

Jiang Yue walked up to the child, looked down at him, and squatted down to be at eye level with him. Looking into the child's dark eyes, she asked directly, "Do you hate me?"

system:……

System: You've taken a dose of numbing numbing.

Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyelashes, shook his head, and said in a still-childish voice, "I don't hate him."

Jiang Yue believed it for the time being, but whether a child hated her or not was none of her business.

She has the temperament of a rich heiress, and she can't change it.

Making her submit is harder than killing her.

She didn't know how the original owner treated the child, but she had no interest in raising children. For the sake of the future, she could only force herself to be kind to him.

Zhou Zhengchu thought his mother would scold him again, but the storm he imagined did not come.

He was very close and could smell his mother's fragrance.

It has a light fragrance that smells very nice; he likes it very much.

The child dared not say anything; he dared not express his love for her, nor did he dare say that he liked the unique scent of his mother.

He was a child his mother didn't like.

"Alright, let's eat."

Jiang Yue said lazily, her condescending attitude as if she were bestowing a handout.

Zhou Zhengchu was slightly surprised. He had prepared himself to go hungry, thinking that his mother would not allow him to eat tonight. Going hungry was something he was used to.

He asked cautiously and obediently, "Mother, is it okay?"

The child is so well-behaved it's almost heartbreaking.

Even eating a meal requires my mother's permission.

"Of course, you don't have to eat it if you don't want to."

"I did."

At the dinner table, the mother and son had little to say to each other.

Jiang Yue couldn't possibly take the initiative to care about his life at kindergarten, nor would she proactively show him concern or warmth; she simply couldn't do such a thing.

After dinner, Jiang Yue stopped paying attention to her son.

Anyway, the male head of the household seems to be quite wealthy. Although it's not as luxurious as the princess's mansion, this house is still livable.

She has a maid at home to take care of the children, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

As darkness fell, the night deepened.

However, her son was a bit clingy; he even brought his kindergarten homework to her and asked her to check and sign it.

Jiang Yue, of course, couldn't understand anything.

She was even unfamiliar with holding a pen and writing.

After thinking for a while, he wrote his name in classical Chinese style.

Zhou Zhengchu put away his homework, and after a while, he asked softly, "Mother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

The system started acting up in Jiang Yue's mind again.

The sound was ever-present.

Say yes!

Say yes already!

[Hurry up and nod! Increase your son's favorability!]

Jiang Yue disliked sharing a bed with someone the most. Without thinking, and seeing her son's expectant gaze, she refused him without hesitation: "Of course not."

She called over a maid, seemingly impatient: "Take the young master back."

Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyes, feeling somewhat disappointed.

It turns out his mother still didn't love him.

Jiang Yue didn't sleep well that night.

She dreamt that she had returned to the dynasty, but she was no longer the noble little princess who could lord it over others; instead, she had been forced to marry the regent.

The moment the veil was lifted on the wedding night.

She saw a familiar face; the regent looked exactly like her current husband.

Then, Jiang Yue was startled awake.

What an unlucky dream.

Jiang Yue woke up very late, still wearing her silk nightgown, and slowly went downstairs.

The servants had prepared breakfast early and were carefully attending to the young mistress.

Jiang Yue is not just a wealthy lady enjoying a life of luxury; she also has a job as a host on the provincial television station.

I haven't caused any trouble for a few days.

Her superficial girlfriends in the wealthy circle couldn't resist stirring up trouble in front of her again.

The messages on my phone kept coming in.

The messages in the wealthy women's group kept popping up.

"Yueyue, did you see today's news?"

"It seems your Mr. Zhou has been getting quite close to a pretty female student from the School of Media Studies lately."

"You'd better watch out for trouble at home; your position might be in jeopardy. I've seen plenty of these kinds of bitches."

"Yes, yes, we can't just let it go like this."

These people aren't genuinely standing up for her.

They were all deliberately stirring up trouble in front of this idiot, hoping she would confront Zhou Ji, upset him, and then dump her.

I've long disliked Jiang Yue's boastful and high-profile personality.

How can such a wicked and stupid troublemaker live a good life? Isn't this just heaven being blind?

Jiang Yue quite enjoys fiddling with her phone.

She was somewhat pleased to see the messages in the group chat, hoping her husband would keep several mistresses outside so he wouldn't have time to cause trouble for her.

Jiang Yue had just learned to type and was typing very slowly: "It's good."

To appear more approachable, Jiang Yue even learned to use cute emoticons:

"I wish them a long and happy marriage."

“(*^▽^*)”