Mom's Possessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
When she opened her eyes, the savory scent of corn filled the air.
“Mmm… Mother…”
Bonita, still half-asleep, reached out with the hand she’d been rubbing her eyes with, then felt her heart drop as she saw the cold, empty space beside her.
‘Maybe yesterday was just a rare good mood for Mother.’
Aria’s whims were nothing new.
True, yesterday had been unusually kind and affectionate compared to her usual caprices, but Bonita didn’t expect much from her mother.
After all, wasn’t she already grateful just to be raised?
Being a small, fragile child meant absolute vulnerability in this harsh world—utterly dependent on adult protection.
‘Don’t cling.’
Bonita clenched her tiny lips in resolve and slowly climbed out of bed.
Her bare feet touched the wooden floor, sending a chill up her spine. Cold air permeated the house without a fireplace.
“Huff.”
Though clumsy, Bonita tidied the blanket neatly, then toddled toward the door on her short legs.
Creak. Her small white hand turned the doorknob, and the old hinges groaned. As always, Bonita headed toward the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
And there, her eyes met Aria’s in the kitchen.
Aria’s pupils trembled like dandelion fluff upon spotting Bonita in her nightclothes. Many emotions flickered in her blue eyes.
Most prominent among them were relief and joy.
Sensitive to shifts in human emotion, Bonita quickly realized Aria was overjoyed—but couldn’t fathom why.
It wasn’t because she was only seven years old; even a twenty-year-old adult couldn’t logically explain why Aria had changed so drastically.
“Are you awake, my daughter?”
Aria’s voice trembled, thick with emotion as if her throat were tight. Bonita felt slightly confused.
“…Yes. But about breakfast…”
Aria usually slept late, having worked until deep into the night.
Thus, Bonita always cleaned the house thoroughly and prepared a late breakfast with her tiny hands for her mother, who rarely rose before noon.
Yet here Mother was, up so early. Moreover, standing on tiptoe and leaning slightly, Bonita saw corn porridge simmering in the kitchen, releasing its savory aroma.
“Did Mother prepare this?”
“Huh? Of course I— Wait.”
Aria, about to answer casually, suddenly narrowed her brows as she grasped the implication behind Bonita’s question.
“Daughter, have you been preparing meals by yourself all this time?”
Bonita flinched at her mother’s suddenly stern expression.
Why would she ask such a thing? Convinced her mother had become someone else entirely, Bonita replied in a timid voice.
“For breakfast and dinner…”
“Good heavens! How could you make such a little child do such hard labor!”
“Huh?”
Bonita’s eyes widened in protest, her small fists tightly clenched.
“I’m already seven years old! I’m not little!”
“Oh, my daughter…”
Bonita lifted her chin defiantly, and Aria looked down at her with a complex expression. After a brief standoff, Aria’s hands—though calloused, still beautiful—cupped Bonita’s cheeks.
She spoke gently.
“Seven is still very young, my dear.”
“But… Mother, you said before that seven was old enough to be an adult!”
“Me? Oh, heavens. What a madwoman I was! Forget every word I ever said like that!”
“But—”
“Now, you must be hungry. Let’s eat first. We can talk about this matter a little later, alright? Hmm?”
“Huh?”
Whoosh.
Bonita’s legs dangled as Aria lifted her up. Stunned by this unfamiliar sensation, Bonita let out a dazed exclamation. Aria chuckled softly.
Feeling the vibration, Bonita blinked quietly. In the blink of an eye, Aria had seated her at the dining table.
“Wow!”
Bonita’s eyes widened to the size of marbles at the sight of freshly baked, elegant white bread. Beside it sat sweet corn porridge—not the bland oatmeal she usually ate, which tasted like chewing paper.
“I wanted your first meal to be something nicer, but we didn’t have proper ingredients. So I hurried out early this morning.”
Bonita shook her head vigorously at Aria’s words.
She didn’t quite understand what “first meal” meant, but this was a luxurious breakfast fit only for special occasions. Her mouth filled with saliva.
Bonita’s hand instinctively reached for the utensils but paused when she noticed Aria hadn’t yet sat down.
“Aren’t you eating, Mother?”
“No, I will. Today’s going to be a busy day.”
A busy day?
‘Is she going to give me chores?’
Bonita’s daily routine was monotonous.
She did housework, prepared breakfast for her mother, then either waited endlessly at home, ran errands, or cooked dinner just in time for Aria’s return.
On nights when Aria didn’t come home until past midnight, Bonita ate both servings of dinner alone and went to sleep.
Occasionally, Aria took Bonita to her workplace when she needed help—like holding fabric steady while sewing.
‘I’ll get to spend the whole day with Mother!’
Bonita’s mood lifted, and she bounced her short legs excitedly on the chair.
Meanwhile, Aria, now seated, picked up her utensils.
“Let’s eat, my daughter.”
“Yes, Mother!”
Bonita chirped with a flushed face, and Aria’s lips twitched as if wanting to say something.
“Mother?”
“Well… you see…”
“Yes?”
“Not ‘Mother’… No, never mind. Eat quickly before it gets cold.”
“Yes!”
Slurp.
Bonita scooped a large spoonful of corn porridge into her mouth. The savory, sweet flavor of corn soup filled her palate. With a blissful expression, her eyes turned to the white bread.
It was freshly baked—golden brown, soft, and not hardened at all.
Bonita picked up the bread with trembling excitement and carefully tore it apart. To her surprise, the bread split silently, revealing an incredibly fluffy interior.
“!”
Dipping the bread into the soup, Bonita’s eyes widened in astonishment. What followed happened in an instant.
Aria, who had been cutting her bread with a knife, stopped eating entirely and watched fondly as Bonita devoured her meal in a hurry.
‘Luke once said he felt full just watching me eat.’
Back then, she hadn’t truly understood her husband’s words—but now, they struck her heart with painful clarity.
It hurt to realize she’d only just found this happiness. Aria bit hard on the inside of her cheek, recalling bitter memories.
While her daughter lived alone in this shabby, cramped house, preparing her own meals…
“Thank you for the meal.”
Aria snapped back to warm reality at Bonita’s sweet voice.
“Are you sure you’ve had enough? You can eat as much as you like.”
Bonita shook her head firmly. In truth, she’d already eaten far more than usual and felt ready to burst.
Seeing her daughter’s genuinely satisfied face, Aria clapped her hands and declared,
“Then… let’s go!”
“Yes!”
[This is the timeline separator]“Um… Mother?”
“Yes, my dear?”
Encouraged by the gentle reply, Bonita mustered a little courage, grabbed Aria’s skirt, and asked,
“Is your workplace here today?”
Bonita’s question made sense.
She’d assumed Aria would take her to the factory, but instead, her mother had rummaged wildly through their wardrobe at home, shouting things like,
“This is ridiculous! There’s not a single decent outfit to put on you!”
or,
“Damn it! How can you have so many clothes for yourself and nothing for your child? What a heartless woman!”
before grabbing Bonita’s hand and calling for a carriage.
“To Champs Street, please!”
Bonita had worried whether her mother even had money for the fare, but dared not voice her doubts for fear of angering her.
But now, she had no choice but to ask.
“This is a shopping district for expensive clothing…”
Aria was dazzlingly beautiful but otherwise unremarkable. She certainly possessed no special skills—she did simple labor at a factory, after all—and was clearly unqualified to work in such an upscale shop.
Thus, according to seven-year-old Bonita’s “calm” and “rational” judgment, Aria hadn’t come here to work but to buy something.
Of course, there was no way her mother would buy anything for her in such an expensive place—it must be for herself.
‘I have to stop her!’
It had barely been a month since her mother nearly lost everything to gambling. Bonita looked up at her mother with determined eyes.
Unaware of Bonita’s inner turmoil, Aria smiled sweetly.
“You’re absolutely right, Bonita. I came here to buy clothes for you.”
“What?!”
Bonita, who had been bracing herself to dissuade her mother, leapt about three centimeters into the air. She stomped her feet and cried out,
“No, no way!”
“Huh? Why not?”
“I already have three outfits for going out!”
“Only three.”
Clearly, Aria hadn’t intended to listen to Bonita’s objections anyway. She simply scooped the child up.
“Put me down…!”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“N-not really…”
Bonita mumbled from her mother’s arms.
Her legs ached after walking for so long since leaving the carriage.
Moreover, unlike before—when Aria used to grab her by the scruff of her neck—she now held her firmly yet thoughtfully, clearly trying to make her comfortable. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
In fact, Aria’s embrace was warm and cozy, smelling faintly of freshly baked bread.
Eventually, Bonita nestled deeper into her mother’s arms—and began to worry seriously.
‘Mother… could she have hit her head or something?’
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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ohhh this kid is smart, she had already understood everything
oops now i am confused, i guess we will know the truth later
😅😅 They are about to die mentally, sooo exhausting