Cheng Leyan lived a carefree life obsessed with money, working five jobs to make ends meet. But after an untimely death, he transmigrated into a novel as the greedy, villainous cannon-fodder stepfather. The original host married into a wealthy family for a "fortune-bringing" marriage but was insatiably cruel: abusing his vegetative husband and tormenting his young stepson. Later, the stepson became the novel’s ultimate villain, ensuring the original host’s gruesome death. Cheng Leyan: *...Yikes. Divorce it is.* But then, his mother-in-law slapped a cheque in his face: "This month’s allowance—one million. What was that about divorce?" Cheng Leyan clutched the cheque, examined it, then looked up with newfound enthusiasm: "Mom! You shouldn’t have! Here, let me worship you first." Mother Rong sat up at 2 AM: *Is this guy nuts?* The future villain was now just an adorable, sweet toddler with big eyes and long lashes. Unable to resist, Cheng Leyan pounced on the child. Trembling, the kid braced for a beating—only for the stepdad to shower him with kisses, hugs, and a lively chant: "Vroom vroom! The baby ride starts now! Daddy’s dad is grandpa, daddy’s mom is grandma~" The toddler sat up at 2 AM: *...Dis guy sick?* --- Rong Wangzhi had been comatose for a year after a car crash—until one day, his drifting soul heard a ridiculously cheerful voice: "Behold! Your loyal servant arrives! Hubby, your health is in my hands!" "Today’s news flash: A man in Qingdao went diving, got hooked as a big fish, escaped, then got hooked *again* in a new spot. Pfft—HAHAHA!" Rong Wangzhi: *......* *Who’s your hubby?* Gradually, he heard more: His "wife" reading absurd news, motivational quotes, even tapping digital prayer beads for *cyber karma* to help him meet the *mechanical Buddha* and ascend to *digital nirvana*. Rong Wangzhi: *...Touching, dear.* Oddly, his spouse obsessed over their son becoming a *love-struck felon*, often lecturing: "Sweetie, romance is basic. Chase money!" "See your dad? Handsome, right? With cash, I can summon ten lookalikes!" Rong Wangzhi: *...Ten.* *I’m. Waking. Up. NOW.*