Summary
I transmigrated as the stepmother of the Capital-Circle Fozǐ.
When he grows up, he becomes cold and indifferent, violent and wanton.
He sends his father to a mental hospital, and sends me, his stepmother, to drink Meng Po Soup.
He torments the good girl who loves him, both physically and emotionally.
Only after the girl dies does he finally awaken, holding her bones as he leaps into the sea.
The good news is, the Capital-Circle Fozǐ is still young, only seven years old.
He hasn’t yet become bipolar or obsessed with playing with prayer beads.
The bad news is, I’ve been handed the role of the vicious stepmother, and it seems his father really is sick.
I pinch the Capital-Circle Fozǐ’s little face and say seriously:
“Have you finished playing with the prayer beads? Ready to go out? You must finish these beads – I’m waiting to give them away.”
“In the future we’ll be part of the Capital-Circle Fozǐ, so we mustn’t smile or joke casually. I’ll tell a joke now – you mustn’t laugh.”