“Will she die?”
“She can’t bear to die.”
“Ow! It’s hot, hot!”
Song Wenxi’s mind was hazy and heavy. Two soft, childish voices echoed in her ears. A cold sensation touched her forehead, and instinctively she grabbed it—soft and cool.
“Ahhh!!”
“Grandma Zhao, help!!”
Accompanied by two screams, that cold sensation quickly pulled away.
Song Wenxi slowly opened her eyes. The dazzling white light from a crystal chandelier stabbed into her vision.
Yellow walls, geometric yellow-white-black wall art, and a huge fashion portrait of a beautiful woman…
An unfamiliar environment.
Her own room should have been blue and white themed, with a world map on the wall and a photo wall filled with scenery from around the world.
Hurried footsteps came from the stairs, growing closer. At the doorway, two small heads peeked in—one expression cold, the other timid.
“Oh my, young masters, what happened?”
Nanny Zhao bent down and pulled the two children over.
When she looked into the room and saw the person inside, she sent the children back to their rooms first, then entered Song Wenxi’s bedroom.
Song Wenxi had already sat up.
“Madam, you haven’t eaten anything for a whole day. Would you like something now?”
“Mm.”
Song Wenxi responded tiredly. Nanny Zhao turned and went downstairs.
Song Wenxi stared blankly into space.
Just now, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded her mind—dramatic, ridiculous, but enough for her to understand her situation.
She had transmigrated into a novel.
She had been preparing her first film. To better understand the script, she stayed up late reading the original novel—and when she woke up again, she had become a character in it.
That’s right—the mother of three cannon-fodder children.
Song Wenxi. Same name, same age.
In the book:
The original host was a daughter of the Song family in the imperial capital. Beautiful beyond measure, she was treated as a tool by her family to climb into wealthy circles. By chance, she had a relationship with Mo Hanche and became pregnant.
The Mo family came to propose marriage, and seeing the one-billion dowry, the Song family “reluctantly” agreed.
After marriage, Mo Hanche was sent to the south city as executive president of a Mo Corporation branch. Song Wenxi gave birth to triplets, and the family of five lived there ever since.
But Song Wenxi dumped the children on nannies right after birth and never cared for them afterward. She emotionally abused them, yelling, cursing, and even starving them as punishment.
She relied on her beauty to become a decorative actress in the entertainment industry, loved attention and fame. Eventually, she was schemed against, kidnapped, disfigured, and assaulted, dying alone in an abandoned factory.
Her three nine-year-old children collected her body. That was the end of her “cannon-fodder” role. The murderer was never revealed and only lived on in fragments of the children’s memories.
As for the children…
After becoming orphans at nine, lacking guidance, they all became troubled “problem kids.”
The eldest got into fights and accidentally killed someone, ending up in prison.
The second became a gray-hat hacker, walking the edge of the law.
The third became a hopeless people-pleaser, manipulated and eventually killed by enemies.
None of them had good endings.
And their father? He died the earliest—overworked to death.
The entire family was cannon fodder. Total losers in the story.
Even though they were all ridiculously gifted in appearance and intelligence, they were forced to be stepping stones for the protagonists. The author must be insane.
Oh right—after cursing the author, she decided to abandon filming the stupid adaptation… and then immediately slipped, hitting her head on the corner of a table.
She cursed, prayed, laughed, raged, rolled on the ground in frustration—but no author, no god, nothing responded.
It seemed returning to her original world was hopeless.
Song Wenxi lay numb on the bed.
The original Song Wenxi disliked being disturbed and often slept the entire day, so the nanny didn’t realize she was sick. She had had a fever for a full day. The children were the first to notice—but it was already too late.
The original host had already exited the stage, replaced by her for some unknown reason.
Nanny Zhao brought the food up and left after setting it down.
After eating, she fell back asleep. When she woke again, another night had passed—and she was still in this strange room.
She accepted reality. Her fever was gone.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The crystal chandelier swayed slightly in the breeze.
Song Wenxi lay on the bed thinking about the three children’s future personalities:
The eldest uses violence to protect his fragile soul.
The second acts purely on mood, lacking moral boundaries.
The youngest constantly pleases others, with no self-respect.
In short—they had nothing to do with words like cheerful, optimistic, or confident.
In her previous life, she dreamed of becoming a mother effortlessly. Now that dream had become reality—but it only left her anxious and lost.
She looked around the room. It was spacious, with a walk-in closet filled with clothes, bags, and shoes that dazzled the eyes.
There were also many flashy, impractical luxury decorations everywhere. The color scheme was chaotic and gaudy—she couldn’t even describe the style.
In short—she didn’t like it.
After washing up, she saw her reflection in the mirror and gasped.
She turned left and right, examining every angle.
This face was breathtakingly beautiful.
No wonder she was just a “pretty vase.”
So the photos on the wall were actually her own portraits—this was a very self-obsessed vase.
When she went downstairs, three children—around four or five years old—were being helped by Nanny Zhao to put on backpacks and hats, ready for school.
“Good morning, madam,” Nanny Zhao said, surprised to see her up so early. “Would you like breakfast?”
“Mm.”
Song Wenxi walked down slowly, eyes fixed on the three children. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, though she tried to restrain it.
Oh my god—these are little angels! So cute, so cool, so adorable!
Original host, you were insane to ignore them. She wasn’t going to be polite—she was taking them all.
Their fate as cannon fodder had to change.
The three children reacted differently. Two looked at her once then lowered their heads. Only the middle child kept staring at her.
Song Wenxi smiled and bent down to meet his eyes.
“Xiao Chen, are you going to school?”
The other two immediately looked up, wary and confused.
She smiled? Why is her voice so soft? What does she want?
Nanny Zhao poured a glass of milk and corrected her:
“Madam, he is the second young master.”
She pointed and introduced them:
“This is the eldest young master, this is the second, and this is the third.”
The eldest is Mo Beiyu, the second Mo Nanqing, the third Mo Dongchen.
She got it wrong.
Although they were triplets, they looked different. The original host never cared about them and often couldn’t tell them apart.
A disastrous start.
Song Wenxi awkwardly laughed.
“I know, I was just asking. Xiao Yu, Xiao Qing, have you eaten?”
Before she could continue, the car engine sounded outside.
Mo Beiyu immediately grabbed his two brothers and turned to leave without a word. Mo Nanqing glanced back briefly.
At the gate, Uncle Tang greeted them respectfully.
“Good morning, madam. I’ll take the young masters to school.”
Song Wenxi smiled slightly.
“Thank you for your hard work. Drive safely.”
Uncle Tang felt something was different about her today and hesitated slightly before leaving.
In the car, Mo Dongchen turned his head.
“Brother, she called me.”
“Mm, she called me too,” Mo Beiyu said.
Mo Nanqing quietly played with his Rubik’s cube.
Mo Dongchen sighed softly.
“Do you think she’ll still call us like that when we come back?”
Mo Beiyu didn’t answer. Mo Nanqing’s foot stopped swinging.
Uncle Tang saw everything through the rearview mirror and sighed.
Since the young masters were born, their mother had never looked at them properly. Their father was always busy.
Today, however, she seemed gentle—rarely seen.
He sincerely hoped she would care more about the children.