Chapter 1My Mother, the Queen of Simps

My mom is the deeply devoted second female lead in a romance novel.

Even after being forced into a political marriage with my dad, she still chases after the male lead every day.

The male lead and his punk younger brother mock her: "A big simp gave birth to a little simp."

My mom gets alert: "What do you mean?"

The punk smirks: "Your daughter, trying to chase me, saved the fifty thousand dollars allowance you gave her to recharge my game account. She was so hungry at noon she only ate a hot dog bun."

"She also said she wants to be like you—even if she's forced to marry someone else, she'll never forget me! She'll even steal her husband's secret stash to support me!"

My mom: "!"

Chasing men is paused; beating up the punk is now in session.

Even the male lead got slapped twice when he tried to intervene.

Later, my mom stopped chasing the male lead, afraid she'd lead me astray.

But she couldn't help calling him every night at 2 or 3 AM:

"Are you asleep yet?"

"Why isn't that punk brother of yours dead yet?"

"I can't sleep until he's dead."

Male Lead: "?"

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Since I was born, the number of times I've seen my mom can be counted on one hand.

Because she is the deeply devoted second female lead in a book.

Destined to spend her life chasing after the male lead.

So.

Right after giving birth to me, as soon as she could walk, she took a taxi overnight to find the male lead.

Driving my dad crazy. A perfectly good CEO of a listed company, waking up early and staying up late every day to feed me and change my diapers.

He even carried me on his back during meetings.

Halfway through a meeting.

I wailed.

Dad stopped helplessly, skillfully took out a bottle to feed me.

Stunning his subordinates.

Are stay-at-home dads this competitive now?

Not wanting to be outdone, they all carried their babies to work the next day.

For a while, the conference room was filled with crying and feeding sounds.

Dad knew his subordinates misunderstood.

But he was too embarrassed to explain.

Explain what?

Say his wife is busy chasing another man and has no time to take care of the kid?

How humiliating.

But soon, this juicy gossip from a wealthy family spread like wildfire.

Everyone started pitying this man with dark circles under his eyes, eighty alarms set on his phone, and a desk piled with parenting books.

Wife doesn't love him, kid loves to cry.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Pitiful.

But Dad had no time for self-pity.

Reviewing documents while coaxing me to sleep, busy as a bee.