"Can you just calm down for a sec? You want the whole crew to babysit your tantrum?"
The boy, with sharp features and a downright annoyed face, brushed off the lunchbox Luna Evans handed him. "Take your stuff and stay away from me."
And then he just turned around and left without a second glance.
The cameraman and a few assistants trailed after him in a swarm, leaving Luna completely dumbfounded where she stood.
Just a second ago, she had been chilling at home, happily counting her stash of money.
Now? One blink later—poof. No money, no villa, and her four top-tier male models? Gone.
As Luna tried to process what just happened, a mechanical female voice suddenly popped into her head—
“Welcome, host, to the world of the novel ‘I Rose to Stardom by Raising a Child’.”
Once the system finished explaining, Luna finally got what kind of mess she was in.
Turns out, she had landed herself inside the drama she binge-read last night—a feel-good idol series.
In this world, she's the notorious side character, here to stir things up as the main couple's ultimate obstacle. She was destined to be constantly slapped down by Emily Harris, then canceled by the entire internet before eventually dying in total despair.
Right now, the storyline had moved to the reality show segment, where the male and female leads were co-parenting on-screen. A few episodes in, sparks would start to fly.
And Luna? She's the annoying, over-the-top foil to their perfect act.
She was written as manipulative with no real charm—sucking up to the rich, looking down on anyone who wasn’t, and desperately fawning over a child just to get close to his father. Oh, and she allegedly abused her assistant and got her name trending for all the wrong reasons.
After the show wrapped, sweet and considerate Emily would win over millions of hearts and become an overnight sensation, booked solid with work.
Luna, on the other hand, would be universally hated, subjected to a month-long cyberbullying nightmare, and ultimately jump off a building.
That boy earlier? Ethan Walker—the male lead’s biological son and little prince of the Walker Group.
From day one, Luna Evans had been groveling at his feet, doing everything she could to please him, which only made the audience bash her harder.
Even Ethan himself clearly couldn’t stand her. Every chance he got, he would put her down.
Just earlier, Luna had thrown a fit over the bland food in the mountains, demanding fresh scallops. After raising a ruckus and finally getting some, she tried to win Ethan over by offering them to him.
He didn’t even glance at it—just knocked the bowl over with a frown and said coldly:
“Take your stuff and stay away from me.”
Then he turned and left with the crew.
But since Luna had read the whole novel, she knew exactly why the original Luna kept trying so hard with Ethan.
It had nothing to do with sucking up for fame. The truth? She was the kid’s stepmom.
Luna had secretly married into the Walker family, becoming the male lead’s wife.
But nobody in that wealthy family respected her. They all thought she was uncultured, cheap, only good-looking and not much else.
Before marriage, she was just another barely-known D-list actress. After? Her career crashed straight into obscurity.
Let’s be real—it’s never easy being a stepmom these days.
Ethan disliked her from the start, and any tiny act of kindness from her got twisted by netizens into “seducing the dad by bribing the kid.”
Book fans even cheered on Ethan for “putting that evil stepmom in her place.”
Reading that part, Luna already wanted to throttle the brat, slam the fake-sweet female lead, and throw cold water on the male lead who—despite being married—still went on a parenting reality show hooking up with others. No morals at all.
And the one who got screwed over the hardest? The so-called "evil" side character who got none of the benefits but all of the blame.
Well, now that she had become Luna Evans herself, she sure as hell wasn’t going to play that pitiful, bootlicking role.
Let them do whatever—they could all stay far away for all she cared. She’d finish the show, sign the divorce papers, and never look back.She was done playing the “comparison group” role.
Once Luna Evans figured out what was really going on, she bent down to pick up the lunchbox from the ground and leisurely made her way back to the farmhouse.
She’d been working all day and hadn’t even had a bite to eat. At this point, her stomach was practically singing the blues.
She greeted the crew casually, then walked into the kitchen under their wary and slightly confused stares.
Not long after, she came out into the main hall holding a few plates of mouthwatering stir-fry dishes.
As she walked, she cheerfully called out to the crew, “Have you guys eaten yet? Come join me!”
The staff, who had been bossed around by Luna for days, had already learned to keep their distance. So now, all they did was smile awkwardly and wave her off, not daring to get too close.
Seeing their reactions, Luna shrugged and just sat down at the wooden table by herself to enjoy the food.
A short while later, Ethan Walker came back to the courtyard with a group of crew members in tow.
When he spotted Luna happily chowing down at the table, he raised his chin slightly, eyes hard and annoyed.
Tch, this woman just couldn’t sit still. Here she goes again trying some cheap trick to get his attention.
Hah, as if. He was the eldest grandson of the Walkers and a future CEO—not someone to fall for these childish games.
He didn’t even spare her a second glance and started to walk past.
But the moment he got close, a rich, savory smell drifted right past his nose and made him freeze in place.
Almost unconsciously, Ethan turned around. The table was loaded with freshly made dishes that looked and smelled ridiculously good.
He stopped, cleared his throat lightly, then gave Luna—who was mid-bite—a meaningful look.
Alright, bad woman, here’s your chance to redeem yourself. Hurry up and ask me to join you.
But Luna didn’t even look up, let alone say anything.
Ethan stepped closer, crossed his arms, and tilted his head. “Hmph. I told you to behave, and you went and bothered the crew to cook all this?”
He reached out with the chopsticks on the table, aiming to grab a bite—but Luna stopped him flat with a tap of her own chopsticks.
“This isn’t for you.”
“Huh?”
Ethan froze, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right.
“I said,” Luna repeated evenly, “this stuff isn’t for you. Weren’t you just telling me to take my things and go? Well, this is that lunch I tossed earlier—scallops, specifically.”
Before he could respond, she snatched the chopsticks out of his hand.
“Come on now, a real man’s gotta stick to his word. So be good. This is mine. You can look, but no touching.”
Ethan was dumbfounded. He couldn’t wrap his head around how the woman who used to suck up to him had done a complete 180.
“Have you lost your mind? Did you forget who I am?”
He was her stepson! If she wasn’t worshipping him anymore, fine—but how dare she treat him like this?
“Oh, I know exactly who you are.”
Luna nodded. “You’re Ethan Walker, eldest grandson of the Walker family. Future big boss, right?”
“Then why—”
“Future boss, past boss, doesn’t matter,” Luna cut him off casually, picking up her juice for a big sip.
“Kissing up to you is pointless. If I gotta curry favor, I’d rather do it with your dad. Or better yet, your grandpa. Imagine if I married him—you’d have to call me grandma.”
That bombshell left not just Ethan speechless, but the whole live-stream audience stunned.
[Did I just hear that right? Luna Evans wants to be whose grandma?]
[Wait, WHAT? What did she just say??]
[She’s lost it. Seriously. Poor Ethan, his face turned red from the cringe.]
[How can anyone say something that gross with a straight face??]
[Okay but... not gonna lie... didn’t she kinda make sense?]
[You too?! She’s talking about a man in his 60s!!]
