Little Lucky Fire

Li Xingwan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a D-list celebrity scandal-ridden and already married.
Her husband was a bad omen. Rumor had it, he was a poor and elderly man with hemiplegia. Not only that, she also had to play stepmother.
In effect, Li Xingwan was just like a widow.
Regarding these rumors, Li Xingwan herself remained silent.
The clamoring on the internet grew more intense.
"That person who appeared on screen just now, couldn't have been a woman taking care of her hemiplegic husband, could she?"
"And what about that ugly freak of a stepson?"
"Won't this family put on some sort of tragic drama in front of the camera?"
"Li Xingwan, she's just shameless. For money, she'd even marry a hemiplegic."
But...
As the camera panned,
who was that cold and abstinent Buddha's Disciple? And who was that soft, adorable little bun?!
Ahhh! I'm going crazy!!

The wealthy stepmom became wildly popular in the parenting show

However, the show has already started. She has no way to send the little guy back to sleep now.


"Okay, if we get tired later, Mommy will find a chance to let you rest some more."


Li Xingwan is really very gentle today...


Especially when she talks to him, she really seems like a very good, very good mommy.


This made Little Mobao unsure how to react for a moment.


The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was somewhat frozen. The act was... just too convincing.


At this moment, someone suddenly realized something.


"May I ask why Li Xingwan is not dressed as a nanny?"


A brainless netizen chimed in. "Maybe it's because the employer is nicer to her and her son? Knowing they were going to be on a variety show, they deliberately dressed up to avoid losing face?"


Now, voices of agreement began to rise.


"Perhaps, wait until her servant husband comes out and that'll slap us in the face."


"Yes, I think everyone should be prepared. Maybe in a while, we'll see some old man of advanced age, or a servant covered in dust..."


"Madam, Young Master. Breakfast is ready."


The scene in the live broadcast room paused yet again. There was a long silence.


At the same time, everyone's heart skipped a beat.


Madam, Young Master—Are they addressing Li Xingwan and Fu Xiaomo?


They seemed to have overlooked a detail just now, that Fu Xiaomo was actually surnamed Fu...


And the Fu surname is that of a top-level wealthy clan in the country, an unparalleled existence.


Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, it's like everyone suddenly stumbled upon some major secret.


"Now I finally understand why Li Xingwan suddenly disappeared from the entertainment industry three years ago to marry someone with a stroke. So the stroke patient comes from a top-level wealthy family."


"Disappointing, she really isn't good at all. To marry even a stroke patient for money!!!"


"Later, when her stroke patient husband comes out, it might be blinding. It's better if everyone washes their eyes in advance."


The live broadcast room was in an uproar as if the sky had fallen. Manager Jiang and the director stared at the live stream, witnessing it go from everyone shouting and refusing to watch to a gradual increase to tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, and still skyrocketing.


It even completely outperformed the other three live broadcast rooms. This was unexpected for everyone.


But despite the cursing, it was a good thing!!


At least it wasn't one of those situations where hardly anyone watched.


Was Li Xingwan's husband from a top-level wealthy family really paralyzed?


Not even the show's staff had seen him.


Everyone's hearts were lifted, and even a staff member couldn't help but suggest, "Miss Li, shouldn't you let your husband join in?"


This suggestion reminded Li Xingwan of her husband; she was about to turn around and inquire with a house servant when she heard footsteps coming down from upstairs.


In that instant, everyone's gaze shifted.


What met their eyes was a man's tall and straight figure. A black suit that bespoke dignity, and the man's turned-around gaze that seemed dangerous and inviolable.


But the focus was on the black Buddha Beads twining around his wrist as he lazily descended the stairs, which cast his entire being like a transcendent hermit.


At the same time, it made one think of a phrase.


Chapter 7: Believing in Buddha, Yet Like a Demon