Virei a madrasta malvada e causei o caos na família do chefão

“Don’t worry. With Gu Yichao looking half-dead like that, taking him out is just a matter of unplugging his oxygen tube. Once we get rid of that annoying little burden, the entire Gu family will be ours.”

Shen Jin’an suddenly jolted awake. She realized she was on the phone, her mouth uncontrollably uttering bizarre words.

Then, a childish, tender voice rang out behind her, “You’re not allowed to kill Daddy!”

She turned to see a chubby little toddler standing at the door, trembling slightly. His cheeks puffed out in anger, resembling an indignant glutinous rice ball.

Yet, Shen Jin’an was not moved by the child’s cuteness; instead, a dark thought crept into her mind.

“So tiny, but you can understand me—smart. What a pity. I was going to keep you around a little longer.”

The little glutinous rice ball seemed to sense the malice directed at him and grew uneasy. Just as he tried to call out to the butler for help, a hand covered his mouth. He could only glare with wide, teary eyes, struggling weakly with his tiny arms and legs—causing no harm whatsoever.

As Shen Jin’an saw the kid being dragged closer to the stairs, she immediately understood the intent.

“What are you doing? Let him go!”

She shouted desperately, wanting nothing more than to save the child from impending danger, but no response came.

At the critical moment, perhaps her struggling finally had an effect. The body she inhabited stumbled, tripping over itself and crashing onto the floor, head hitting hard.

Though not the one injured, Shen Jin’an fel