Face-Changing, Mrs. Du's Envy Little Hanhan, You're Eating So Well

In the Shen family mansion, inside the young mistress's room.

Madam Du was lounging in a relaxed pose, one hand propping up her head while the other nibbled on a small dessert. Feeling a slight itch, she momentarily tucked the treat between her lips to free her hand for a quick scratch before resuming her snack.

Before her stood a "lazy stand," a contraption she had painstakingly set up—proof that even the lives of the wealthy could be this simple and unpretentious: eat, sleep, and indulge in trivial pleasures.

For Madam Du, the so-called "demon pill" of the household, this was just another ordinary day. Right now, she was engrossed in her favorite soap opera. Seriously, who came up with these shows? So entertaining—utterly addictive!

As for those brainless short dramas? She couldn’t get enough of them. Watching how these shorts portrayed the lives of the rich, Madam Du realized she had been far too restrained in comparison.

The "wealthy" characters in these short dramas seemed downright inhuman. Lines like, "Hey, stop swinging on the chandelier inside the house!"—when the person was clearly already dead, tongue lolling out—yet the script insisted it was just "swinging." Ridiculous? Absolutely. But oh, so fun to watch.

As she had declared when her daughter left earlier, Madam Du refused to step out of the room today. After all the effort she’d put into securing this cozy space, her sweet, soft "daughter-chan" had just up and vanished.

Boo-hoo… How cruel! All her hard work and tears—what had they been for? No way she was leaving now. She had to make this worth it!

And so, Madam Du settled in, even bringing over her usual relaxation kit for lazy days, waiting for her darling Little Hanhan to return.

Just moments ago, she’d received insider news: her daughter had stormed off to school to "steal a man." That’s my girl! Little Hanhan was finally showing the spirit of a true heir—grabbing what she wanted and claiming it as her own!

Seeing her Little Hanhan finally embrace her role as the family’s successor after all these years had Madam Du practically vibrating with excitement.

Honestly, it had been hopeless before. For the longest time, her daughter had acted like some ascetic monk—never fighting, never competing. Where was the fire of a true heir?

But now, a spark of ferocity had finally emerged. Madam Du’s eyes gleamed with dreams of restoring the Du family’s glory. How that fire had been ignited didn’t matter—if it took stealing a man, so be it. There were worse things.

Otherwise, with her daughter’s passive nature, she might’ve missed her chance and spent a lifetime drowning in regret.

That’s my Little Hanhan—already sweet-talking the guy into coming home! Now it was time for her dear old mom to deliver the ultimate assist.

Just wait, Little Hanhan. Let me show you what a grand slam looks like—no, scratch that—what a supercharged wingman looks like!

Under the influence of those addictive short dramas, Madam Du’s mind had begun to warp. She was now fantasizing about playing matchmaker for her daughter, just like those saccharine romance leads in the shows. She’d fully morphed into a drama-fueled schemer.

Whether the young mistress was willing or not? Well, that didn’t seem to factor into Madam Du’s plans.

Ding-dong!

The vibration from her phone snapped Madam Du out of her daze.

"Head of the family, the person has been picked up!" The message was sent by "Little Lanlan," a contact in Madam Du's phone, accompanied by a photo. Du Wanyi narrowed her eyes and scrutinized the image, zooming in on the details.

And then... she saw an impossibly handsome incubus sprawled across her daughter's lap, seemingly getting his ears cleaned?

Huh?

HUH?!

Du Wanyi's squinted eyes flew wide open in shock. She bolted upright, abandoning her comfortable reclined position, and stared unblinkingly at the photo on her phone.

"He’s already getting his ears cleaned? That’s way too comfortable!"

Her tone dripped with envy toward Ye Cheng. After all these years, she had never once enjoyed Little Hanhan’s ear-cleaning service—yet Ye Cheng got to experience it first? Unfair!!!

Without even meeting him yet, Du Wanyi had already scribbled Ye Cheng’s name into her little black book of grievances. How dare someone else get ahead of her—even her own daughter—in enjoying such a privilege!

Jealousy twisted her expression into something almost unrecognizable. Anyone who didn’t know better might think Cthulhu had been summoned, performing a "divine descent" ritual right on Madam Du’s face.

If only Ye Cheng knew what Madam Du was thinking right now—he’d probably cough up blood in disbelief.

"Buddy, open your eyes and look properly! Is the young lady really cleaning ears? That’s an elbow strike! 'Ear-cleaning'? More like the delusional fantasy of someone about to be elbowed unconscious!"

Unfortunately, Madam Du lacked Ye Cheng’s "superbrain," incapable of mentally conjuring sound effects. Otherwise, she’d surely hear something like:

"Man, man, man, I can’t take it anymore! Stop elbowing me, young lady! Help!!!"

Du Wanyi only saw what she wanted to see. Whatever her mind filled in automatically became "real" to her—no wonder she was called the "demon child" back in the day.

As a child, she’d given the Du family plenty of headaches.

But soon, Madam Du noticed something odd. She narrowed her eyes again, studying the photo more carefully. The jealousy in her gaze first shifted to shock—then back to jealousy.

Except this time, she wasn’t jealous of Ye Cheng. She was jealous of her own daughter.

The discrepancy was too glaring. The descriptions and photos of Ye Cheng she’d seen before were nothing compared to the real deal in this picture.

If the Ye Cheng in previous materials scored a seven or eight out of ten, the one in this photo was a solid nine—maybe even higher.

He ticked every box on Du Wanyi’s aesthetic checklist. Just look at those eyebrows, that nose, those collarbones, that—

She’d already seen shirtless photos of Ye Cheng on her phone before, though his face wasn’t clearly visible. Even then, Madam Du had sung his praises.

After all, what mattered most in a young man was his youth—youth meant a strong body, which meant... ahem.

In short, from the very first glance, Du Wanyi had thought: This kid’s got potential!

"Seriously, Little Hanhan is eating way too well—slurp, slurp..."

"Does she even know how good she has it?!"

For some reason, Madam Du's mutterings began to take an increasingly bizarre turn, as if she had completely forgotten that just half a minute ago, she had been seething with jealousy over Ye Cheng lying on Little Hanhan's lap to "clean his ears." Now, her tone had shifted entirely.

"Little Hanhan got his ears cleaned—would it be too much for me to have mine done too?"

Du Wanyi murmured to herself, her voice laced with a hint of mischief and something almost sinister, echoing through the room.

A little over ten minutes later.

A sleek black stretch limousine rolled slowly into the Shen family estate.

Seizing the moment while the car parked, the short-haired woman once again sent a discreet message to her family head.

"Madam, we're back."

Inside the room, upon receiving the message, Madam Du swiftly turned off the phone she had been engrossed in and sprang into action—bare feet pattering eagerly across the floor, each step brimming with the anticipation of a "good meal."

They're here, they're here… hehehe…