"So many!" Song Xia gasped as she looked at the rare items she had collected from various star regions. She had spent the rest of her life traveling and collecting, and had no recollection of bringing in so many.

"Yes." Xiaoling was also very excited. With these things, she could exchange items in the system space without using energy.

Song Xia said with some lingering interest, "Interstellar travel is still the most fun."

"So, Xiaxia, will you choose this kind of environment again in the next world?"

As Song Xia was pondering, a transparent ball with a stubborn little face floated in front of her, and she softened and clicked on it.

When she woke up, she was lying on a soft and comfortable bed. The room temperature was just right, and she didn't want to move.

"Xiaxia, it's time for you to get up and take care of Ji Ye's meal."

"Okay." Song Xia lazily got up, and information about this world slowly surfaced in her mind.

Unlike other worlds, this body has a special ability in this life: it can hear the thoughts of a wealthy heir. However, in her previous life, she couldn't control her wild thoughts, so she was eventually locked up in a mental hospital by the heir.

Song Xia sighed softly. It was indeed not a pleasant thing to have one's thoughts overheard, but if used properly, it might achieve twice the result with half the effort.

In this life, she was a stepmother in a wealthy family. Unfortunately, she was not recognized by her stepson, and even her nominal husband did not take her seriously. It was the old man's decision to marry her. In order to make her willing to take care of her stepson, the old man promised to help her book the best doctor to treat her mother's illness, promised to send her younger brother to study abroad, and promised to keep her family away from her gambling father.

Given these conditions, even knowing that it was difficult to enter this wealthy family, the original owner still married into it.

In her previous life, she was also very dutiful, but unfortunately, because of her lowly status, she was looked down upon everywhere. In addition, her stepson's rejection and repeated exposure of her inner thoughts caused her to become increasingly stressed and eventually almost go insane.

However, it seems this stepson didn't have a good ending either; a typical tragic and handsome supporting male character.

Because he was unloved by his parents, he received a little kindness from the innocent female lead during his youth and regarded her as a goddess. Unfortunately, the goddess's heart was not with him. She repeatedly used him to create misunderstandings with the male lead. As their entanglement deepened, he was retaliated against by the male lead, and his business almost went bankrupt. In the end, in order to rescue the innocent female lead, he was left disabled and left the stage in a sad state. He never married or had children and left all his inheritance to the female lead.

Song Xia watched in amazement, unsure whether to call him foolish or stupid. Was such a small favor worth sacrificing everything for? Was love really that great?

After finishing her makeup and going downstairs, she found the nanny already busy in the kitchen. When she saw her come in, the nanny didn't even glance at her, let alone greet her.

This is one of the reasons why the original owner struggled to make a living in this wealthy family. The old man only gave her the title of the matriarch of the family, but not the power of a matriarch. Coupled with her nominal husband's disdain and her stepson's neglect, no one in the family, from the nanny to the driver, respected her.

Song Xia didn't care. The old man had already made her very grateful for the fact that he had helped her and her family get rid of her gambling father, provided her mother with medical treatment, and sent her younger brother to study abroad. It was just a transaction after all. She only needed to take good care of her stepson, Ji Ye. She didn't care how the nanny behaved.

He took out some usable vegetables from the refrigerator, then turned on the stove and added oil. There wasn't enough time to cook porridge, so he decided to make a bowl of noodles instead.

“Madam, let me do it.” The nanny said in a cold and disdainful voice, “Young Master is used to my cooking, and I haven’t finished yet.”

Song Xia merely glanced at it indifferently: "Isn't there a stove over there?"

The nanny, suppressing her anger, said, "What's the point of you doing this? The young master won't eat it."

Song Xia looked directly at her: "It was the old man's idea for me to take care of Ji Ye. If you have any complaints, you can go and talk to the old man directly. Do I need a nanny like you to interfere with what I do?"

"You..." The nanny was so angry that her face turned red, and then she ignored her and just kept making noise with the pots and pans.

Song Xia sneered. She was just a nanny, yet she acted so arrogantly. It was ridiculous.

She understood that the nanny was only taking advantage of her status as a lady, while actually doing the work of a nanny. She thought they were equals, and because she had worked in the Ji family for many years, she wanted to control her.

Ha, equality? Manipulation? No matter how lowly her status is, she still married into this family. Does a nanny have the right to be as picky about her as the master of the Ji family?

Just wait and see. She's only just arrived, so it's best not to cause trouble in front of the old man. But a nanny like her won't stay in the Ji family forever to oppose her.

Calculating Ji Ye's school schedule, Song Xia simply made a tomato and egg noodle soup using the noodles in the cupboard. The nanny, Wu Ma, rolled her eyes again: "You actually made such a perfunctory thing for the young master. I will definitely tell the old man."

"Idiot." Song Xia was too lazy to pay attention to her now and took the noodles out by herself.

Just then, Ji Ye came downstairs and saw him. Ji Ye frowned deeply and was about to let her go and leave.

"I made noodles, would you like some?" Song Xia asked gently, while the nanny, Aunt Wu, watched the spectacle unfold.

Just as Ji Ye was about to ignore it, he heard a slightly disappointed voice: "You don't want to eat it, do you? You're being so disrespectful! But it's really delicious; everyone who's tried it says it's great."

He looked around, then stared intently at Song Xia. It sounded like this woman's voice, but she hadn't opened her mouth at all. What was going on?

[What a pity, it was specially made for him. He's so young, and his meals are already so irregular; how can his spleen and stomach be healthy? Sigh, it seems that being in a wealthy family isn't so great after all. Such a big family, and they can't even take good care of one child.]

It really is her!

Ji Ye's pupils contracted slightly. Was he hearing this woman's inner thoughts? Damn it!

Ji Ye felt he had discovered a huge secret: was it only this woman who could hear it, or could everyone hear it? So he turned his gaze to the nanny standing to the side.

Thinking she was more popular, Wu Ma was overjoyed and raised an eyebrow at Song Xia before eagerly serving him steamed buns, fried dough sticks, steak, and other dishes: "Young Master, do I need anything else? I can make it now."

Ji Ye was puzzled, as if he couldn't hear her.

At this moment, Song Xia's inner thoughts echoed again: [He wouldn't really want to eat what Aunt Wu makes, would he? Steak with steamed buns and fried dough sticks—what an unusual combination! But I still prefer my noodles. I went to so much trouble to make them; I really hope this child will try them. I didn't poison them.]

Upon hearing this, Ji Ye sat down without showing any emotion. He felt it was better to figure out what this woman was like first, whether she was some kind of supernatural being.