Adopted Children
When a Northeast Couple Adopts a Vicious Female Supporting Character
When a wealthy family came to the orphanage to choose a child, they wavered between me and Cheng Yun.
A barrage of comments scrolled before my eyes:
[The female supporting character is about to start acting pitiful again so she can get adopted.]
[Even if she does get adopted, she’ll just be abandoned later anyway.]
[She’ll spend her whole life hated by everyone, chasing what she can never have. Just another girl obsessed with competing against other girls.]
I silently lowered my head.
Because the “female supporting character” they were talking about was me.
Suddenly, two figures loomed over me.
A Northeastern couple who had never been mentioned in the plot looked down at me, their faces lighting up with surprise.
“Oh my goodness, look at this pretty little thing!”
“Sweetheart, your uncle and auntie are having pork and glass noodle stew at home today. Smells amazing. Wanna come back with us and have some?”
Everyone in the Family Is a Top Star, But I’m a Nobody
The world is one giant slapdash production, and I somehow drift through it anyway.
My father is a financial tycoon, but I can barely handle addition and subtraction under ten. My mother is a gorgeous award-winning actress, while I look perfectly ordinary. My brother held his first solo art exhibition at four, while at five I was still toddling after him babbling nonsense.
Even our maid, Wang Ma, and our butler, Uncle Chen, turned out to be retired legends hiding in plain sight.
Thankfully, all of them adored me. I slowly made peace with being ordinary.
Then one day, a genius girl who had gone viral online showed up at our door and demanded that I give her back her place as the real daughter of the Su family.
Wonderful. The worry that had been hanging over me for years finally dropped dead.
Raising a Husband
On the day the Xiao Family ran into disaster, the servants all scrambled to grab whatever valuables they could find. Unable to outfight them, I could only take away the nine-year-old Second Young Master, who still couldn’t speak.
Later, after the storm had passed, he asked me if I would be his concubine.