Chapter 1: I Became the Wicked Stepmother in the Entertainment Industry
Moyan looked at her somewhat aging face, then at this very old-fashioned house. Perceiving that all her cultivation is gone, she still remained calm, composedly walked outside to view the surroundings of this not so big place.
This three-room and one-hall house seemed quite old, she successfully located the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Pulling out an egg and a stick of ham, she stir-fried a ham and egg fried rice for herself. Then, she sat down to leisurely enjoy her meal.
As Moyan was slowly savoring her food, she glanced at the trembling sphere in her mind.
"Speak up, what actually happened, why is my cultivation sealed, how am I supposed to beat up the male lead now?" asked Moyan to the sphere.
The sphere replied, "Boss, since you always end up beating the male lead to death quite violently, the main system has issued a directive forbidding us from undertaking any tasks to beat up the male lead. We are supposed to take on the missions from the 'Twilight Years' group, which are tasks oriented towards elderly people. The important thing is, you can't beat up the male lead like before, you can't beat up the male lead, I repeat, you can't beat up the male lead, did I mention it three times?"
This boss is too terrifying, if she is not beating up the male lead, then she's beating up the female lead and eventually beating up heaven itself. That is why the main system demanded their cultivation be sealed and at last, they could only resort to saving the group of the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
"Hmm?" Moyan faintly responded, "Continue talking. Did I beat them up? Or are they just too weak?"
It's not my fault they can't withstand a beating.
"Anyway, boss, you can't beat up the male lead anymore. We just need to complete the tasks properly, after all, there is no male lead right now, don't you agree?" said the sphere.
Actually, when it said this, the sphere was trembling slightly out of fear of the boss's terrifying strength.
"Alright, let's hear the task requirements and the plot for transmission." Mo Yan was slowly eating his fried rice, projecting an air of serene indifference.
"Our mission is to fulfill the Host's desire, and it's up to the Host to judge if they are satisfied or not. Once we've gathered the cultivation of a hundred satisfied bosses, we can return. What do you think? Does that work?"
"Well, hurry up with the plot transmission, what are you waiting for?"
"Right, right." The Dango hastily began the plot transmission, it's a bit scary dealing with the big boss - ying ying ying.
The original host was an elderly woman, fifty years old, with a son who is an 18th tier “actor”. He married a few years ago, a woman fifteen years his senior, and they have no children.
Having lost her husband at a middle age, she singlehandedly raised her son, investing all she had in him.
It didn't matter that her son was a lowly actor, she worked for his income. At any given time, she was frugal to an unimaginable extent, all for the sake of giving her son a good life.
But this son ... he persists in idleness, lacking acting and business acumen, yet obstinately harbors the dream of stardom.
The result? At the age of 30, he marries a 45-year-old woman. From then on, his ignorance slowly shaves away as this lady was somewhat famous, which also lifted up his own profile.
But she doesn't want to have children, of course, this distresses the old mother greatly.
Every time she visits, she would see her son taking care of this woman.
The child she doted on, the one who she'd hoped do nothing, is now servicing another – it’s naturally difficult for her to take.
What's more distressing for her is that in the heart of her son, there is only his wife, it didn't matter what she said, he would always side with his wife. A typical case of a man forgetting his mother after marrying a wife, staunchly refusing to make his wife spend a penny, claiming not to be a freeloader and instead leeches off his mother.
If you're so adamant, why don't you earn your own money? Spending the matron’s resources, using the matron’s assets, all while allowing his wife to trample over her.
The actress deserved her title, a top-notch manipulator, constantly pulling strings that slowly turned the son against his own mother, painting the host as a wicked woman in his mind. Eventually, the mother-son relationship was lost.
She simply chose to turn a blind eye, yet Carmen insisted on participating in a reality show, dragging her along.
The title of the show was "Living with Mother-in-law"; it was clear that it involved living with them.
The old woman protected her son, her son protected his wife; it was like a grand drama. In the end, she was edited to be the wicked mother-in-law, demonized publicly. She couldn't understand why this happened.
Her greatest wish was not to be the public enemy. She didn't want the ungrateful son who, in front of the whole nation, directly rebuked her. Indeed, he became a dutiful husband, his wife became a lovely daughter-in-law, and only she was the public enemy. She felt like all her sincerity was in vain.
So, her second wish was to disown her son. After getting nothing but scars despite all her sacrifices, she felt it was better not to have him.
After reading the original script, the corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched. Did you really treat your mother this way despite using her resources?
Did you forget the promise you made in your childhood- to respect and cherish your mother? You blamed your mom and laughed at her becoming public enemy number one.
This is the classic case of an ungrateful child.
Fortunately, the original character's wish was not to reconcile with her son, or she might not resist chopping him up.
Indeed, Mo Yan thought that the biggest problem was that ungrateful son.
Now the son hasn't shown up for a year; his first phone call was to ask her to take part in a variety show.
When the video call from WeChat came in, Mo Yan casually glanced at it and then picked it up.
On the other side, a couple was sitting together intimately, a sight truly irritating to the eyes.
Mo Yan believed they were doing this on purpose; they knew that his mother didn't like their intimacy, yet they deliberately provoked her. As for his wife An Ran, she possessed a certain innocent and pure quality.
As of this moment, she was clearly trying to assert her dominance.
"Mom, it's An Ran. As you can see, we have already arrived in Cloud City and are waiting for you. When are you coming to my place?" An Ran said with a sweet smile.
Of course, before making the call, she had done a lot of nonsensical preparations. She set up white covers all over the house, claiming that she was afraid that the old lady might come and create a mess.
Her helpless look implies that the old lady is someone who doesn't care about cleanliness.
Additionally, Mo Bei, the biological son of the original host, also agreed with this view.
Generally speaking, if one's own son claimed so, others would certainly believe it. After all, people think you wouldn't bad-mouth your own mother without reason.
Hearing this, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh. "Look at how high-minded they are. That's their own home and it has absolutely nothing to do with me."
"You're wrong, that's my house. I bought it completely with my own money, it's registered under my name, how did it become your house?"
Mo Yan replied coolly, stating a simple fact which was indeed the truth.
The original host is a talented person who, through investment and finance planning, had already bought a house in Cloud City for herself.
She is afraid that her daughter-in-law and her son may end up divorced, and her son might end up with nothing.
In the original storyline, she used to say that it was her son's house, and her son's house is her house.
With such a statement, doesn't that make her a ruleless old lady? How can your son's house be your house?
But, why shouldn't it be? After all, she bought the house with her own money.