"Chat, shut your traps—I was born to be the villainess!"

Watching the barrage of "compliments" flood her screen, Olivia nodded with satisfaction. Gotta admit, this felt pretty damn good.

Vernos would probably never return. She’d done her homework: that nobleman’s legitimate wife was no pushover. *Well… it takes a villain to handle a villain.* Let them tear each other apart. As for herself?

From now on, she’d live it up here with her gorgeous mom, enjoying the pampered life of a merchant’s heiress. Pure bliss~

Uh… wait. Had she forgotten something? What was it again?

Olivia’s gaze swept the room—then finally landed on a tiny gap in the master bedroom door.

Peeking through the crack were a pair of wide, trembling eyes.

*Oh~*

Olivia smiled, stood up, and sauntered toward the door. George scrambled to slam it shut as his demon cousin slowly closed in—but Olivia blocked it with her hand.

"*Heh heh heh heh~*"

The blue-haired loli forced a "kind" smile. George burst into tears on the spot, collapsing onto his butt with a wail. Fufu rushed over and gently tugged Olivia’s sleeve.

Truth was, Olivia never intended to harm her cousin. He was just a kid—the biological son of the uncle who’d raised her. At worst, he’d been a spoiled brat thanks to his mother’s coddling. A little discipline would fix him right up~

"Keep crying, and I’ll ship you off to that old nobleman’s house too! Hmph… Your mom remarried to pay your tuition. From now on, you’ll obey my mom—your aunt—without question. Got it? And I’ll be supervising your studies. Fail your entrance exams next year, and I’ll spank you right in front of Uncle’s grave!"

Olivia bombarded her cousin with threats and tall tales. George nodded frantically, snot flying everywhere—making the demon cousin chuckle. She waved a hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright. Mom, let’s head upstairs~"

The girl dragged the beautiful woman up the stairs. Halfway up, Fufu glanced back at the maids already tidying the living room. Moments later, outside their bedroom door, they bumped into the same maids who’d carried the boxes earlier. Seeing the blue-haired loli, the girls bowed deeply.

"Good evening, Mistress~"

"*Ahhh~* So satisfying… Ahem! Allow me to introduce my mother, Fufu. Address her as Madam. She’ll oversee household matters—but she’s too considerate. Don’t let her overwork herself. Make her order you around more~"

Olivia lectured the maids while Fufu tugged her sleeve anxiously.

"Sweetie, don’t say that…"

"Huh? Pfft~ Mom, I’m paying them *very* well. No more overworking yourself. You’re… uh… thirty-five! Cough cough… Time to enjoy life!"

*Wait—am I even an adult yet? Why doesn’t Mom look old at all? Thirty-five? She looks twenty-five. How did Dad really disappear…?* Olivia’s thoughts spiraled inward.

"Understood, Madam! Serving our masters is our duty!" The maids bowed again, clearly cherishing these well-paid jobs. Fufu nodded worriedly before following Olivia into the room.

"Sweetie… where did all this money come from?!"

The moment the door shut, Fufu gripped Olivia’s hands, her voice trembling.

The blue-haired loli smiled and explained her frostworm herb venture—skipping the automated farm system, crediting Natasha instead. She’d also backdated the timeline, claiming preparations started half a month ago. That’s why she’d dared to confront her aunt-in-law early.

Fufu stroked her chin, pride and maternal love flooding her eyes until tears welled up. Olivia gently wiped them away.

"Don’t cry, Mom. Good days are coming~"

"*Sob*… My precious girl… you’ve worked so hard… I just… I want to cry… He’s finally gone. No more bullying… *sniff*… But… is this wrong to your uncle? He…"

"No worries~ Mom, answer me this: if you *had* to choose—would Uncle be angrier if *you* remarried… or that fat aunt of ours?"

Olivia’s devilish question stunned Fufu. Her face flushed crimson as she flicked her daughter’s forehead.

"*Ow!*"

"You… you cheeky brat! Never disrespect your uncle! The dead become stars in the sky. Your father would scold you for this!"

"Yep yep~ But I know… both uncles are watching us from above, truly happy for us mother and daughter~"

The blue-haired loli grinned. Fufu beamed, patting her head. "Mm~ Well said. No wonder you earn money—you’ve got business sense. Smooth talker. Anyway! I bought you a gift. Look~"

Fufu sprang up, rummaged in the wardrobe, and pulled out something shimmering under the moonlight… a white lace nightgown?!

She held it up like any doting mother showing off her child’s present. "See? Special fabric—light as air. Perfect for sleeping~"

"N-no… Mom, this is… *way* too sheer!" Olivia gulped, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she stared at the nearly transparent gown.

Fufu giggled at her daughter’s flustered face. "Silly! It’s just for the bedroom. No one’ll see. Save it for your husband later~"

"*Never!!*" Olivia shook her head violently. Marriage? Terrifying! And this gown—barely more than a veil of modesty—was pure humiliation!

"Just try it on~"

"*No way—!*"

Fufu lunged with the nightgown, determined to play real-life dress-up. Olivia squirmed, refusing to be her mom’s Barbie doll!

Amidst their giggles and scuffles, a faint rustling of footsteps crept through the grass outside the window…