My Stepmother

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My father found me a stepmother. On the first day she entered our home, she took me to the hospital. "Doctor, this girl has stomach pain—how should it be treated?" Then I heard her inner voice talking with a system. "Host, the female lead's burping is the adorable setting of a little wife—how cute!" I only knew it was an illness and had to be treated. I didn't understand what a "little wife" was. Until later. I met my destined male lead. He tossed me a card, domineering and forceful. "Be my woman." I sneered. "How many zeros is that? You've got some nerve." "Nuan Nuan, from now on she will be your new mother and take care of your life." My father squatted in front of me and pointed to the woman behind him. Gentle and beautiful, like a fairy I'd seen in TV dramas. She smiled and waved at me. "Hello, Nuan Nuan." "System, is she the female lead?" "Yes, Host. The female leads in your little-wife stories are all starved for affection. Please use love to nurture this delicate flower until she is with the male lead." I didn't know why I could hear these strange sounds. I timidly greeted my stepmother and couldn't help burping. My father affectionately rubbed my nose. "Nuan Nuan burped—so cute." I crossed my arms in embarrassment. But I saw that my stepmother looked complicated. "This smell... both sour and stinky. Can he really praise that?" I secretly sniffed. It seemed... it really did smell a bit unpleasant.