Chapter Seven: Isn't This Just Openly Undermining Me?

Watching her daughter dash out in a hurry, Su Wan Ning’s lips curled into a silent smile. Done!

There were still two hours left before the camera crew arrived on site, so Su Wan Ning repeatedly reminded her two children, urging them to act naturally and not cause trouble.

“Sui Sui, if you cooperate tonight, I’ll buy you a new computer tomorrow!”

Clutching her chest, Su Wan Ning made a painful sacrifice—only then did her son, with a cold little face, give a reluctant nod.

Sitting before the mirror, Su Wan Ning revived her old skills as a beauty blogger, painting a look that appeared fresh and innocent but was, in truth, carefully calculated. She took out the little dress and hair clips she’d bought for her daughter yesterday, transforming her into a delicate porcelain doll. Only then did she take her daughter’s hand and head downstairs.

The program crew was already assembled, their equipment set up in the living room. Her son, dressed in a suit like a little grown-up, sat upright and serious on the sofa.

As she descended, Su Wan Ning’s signature smile bloomed across her face.

Finally, for once, everything was going smoothly.

The livestream began; the camera first swept across the living room, the grand, dazzling villa hall prompting waves of admiration online.

On a nearby screen, the livestream’s comments scrolled in real time. Su Wan Ning glanced at them out of the corner of her eye.

[Does the director have a screw loose? Is this really Su Wan Ning’s family!]
[Probably joined the show as a sponsor. The power of money is truly mighty...]
[Why am I, with my monthly salary of four thousand, watching this?]
[Are there stone lions missing at the front door? I’ll go sit there!]
[Miss, this old servant can’t find home—could you give me your address?]
[Everyone, watch closely—when reincarnating next life, aim for this standard!]
[Living in such a luxurious villa, she must be kept by someone. Wonder who the benefactor is, and if they need any more mistresses...]

The crowd’s words pushed public opinion to the boiling point.

The lens shifted to Su Wan Ning.

Her son sat on her left, her daughter on her right—each member of the trio strikingly attractive, especially after Su Wan Ning’s careful styling.

“Hello, everyone! Welcome to the livestream. These are my children. Please be kind to us when we appear on the show in the future,” Su Wan Ning said, introducing herself and the kids.

[Why aren’t the children speaking? Are they being coerced? Can’t the crew do something?]
[Am I the only one focused on their looks? What kind of heavenly beauty is this family?]
[Wow! The brother’s handsome face has me completely mesmerized. Sister’s only 18? I’ll wait for you to grow up!]
[Oh no, the brother is so handsome! To the person above, hand him over—I’ll take any conditions!]
[How did Su Wan Ning manage to give birth to such a pair of porcelain dolls? Their looks are outrageously stunning.]
[Isn’t this the daughter-in-law I’ve dreamed of? I resolve to start training my son now, so he can marry a rich beauty in the future.]
[With a mother-in-law like that, aren’t you worried for your son? What a shame—such wonderful children but a mother like her. Truly unlucky.]

Su Wan Ning maintained her smile throughout, but inwardly she was gritting her teeth, memorizing those usernames.

One day, she would make them eat their words!

She led the camera crew into the kitchen, still smiling as she explained, “This is where I usually cook for the children—”

But midway through her sentence, the camera shifted. Following its gaze, she saw her son rolling up his sleeves, picking up a kitchen knife with practiced ease, and proceeding to chop vegetables on the cutting board.

She was petrified on the spot. Were it not for the presence of the camera, she would have burst out swearing.

Wasn’t this blatant sabotage?