How to Reform a Wicked Stepmother Chapter 1

The future CEO’s wicked stepmother? That was me.

I frequently starved the little tyrant, beat him black and blue, and even sent away his favorite puppy.

Then, one day, the System suddenly bound itself to me, ordering me to clean up my act and become a good stepmother.

I was conflicted.

Because just two minutes before the System connected, I had smacked the future CEO across the bottom.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“He won’t eat normal food. He cries hysterically until I agree to mix his meal with dog shit.”

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In the living room, Brian sniveled, tears streaming down his round cheeks, stealing furtive glances at me.

I ignored him. My head was pounding from the constant noise of the System vibrating inside my skull.

A frantic, static-laced mechanical voice kept shrieking:

【Brian is only a four-year-old child! Why are you withholding dinner from him?】

【He will become a future trillion-dollar CEO, and his stomach cancer will be your fault, Host.】

That accusation hit me so suddenly I almost dropped my rice bowl.

I scoffed mentally.

Just two minutes ago, I had lifted my hand from Brian’s chubby, defiant bottom. The self-proclaimed “Stepmother Redemption System” had latched onto me at that exact moment.

This System wasn't just good at laying blame; it was also a nonstop chatterbox.

【Host, you cannot continue this way. Wicked stepmothers have no future.】

【We must nurture the little flower of the nation and ensure he grows up strong and healthy!】

Meanwhile, seeing that I wasn't responding, the little terror in the living room cranked up the volume of his sobbing.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

【The System shows Brian is currently in a state of extreme hunger. Host, please allow him to eat dinner.】

The System repeated the phrase relentlessly in my mind. Between the internal noise and the external wailing, I couldn’t even eat my own dinner in peace.

Exasperated, I slammed my chopsticks down, feeling defeated and completely overwhelmed.

“What am I supposed to do?” I snapped back internally. “He throws a fit demanding to eat rice mixed with dog shit.”

“He refuses to eat perfectly normal meals unless they are mixed with dog shit!”

【Host, please—wait, what? Dog shit?】

The System went utterly silent for half a minute, crashing.