I became DIO's vicious stepmother

Dio stared at the black-and-white photo on the front page of the newspaper in astonishment for a long time, and he was completely stunned.

Isn't this a picture of that woman?what is going on?What happened without him knowing? !

Seeing that Dior was in a daze for a long time, his roommate Albert snatched the newspaper back, smiled triumphantly and said to him, "What's the matter? Is it so beautiful that you are dumbfounded? To tell you the truth, if you want If it wasn't for her having a husband, I really want to marry her in the future... Ah, I heard that her husband is not a thing, maybe I still have a chance to become her fourth husband."

"Come on, your parents won't allow you to marry a woman who has been married three times, and I remember you have a marriage partner."

Charlie laughed and teased, and Albert was immediately unconvinced, "What does that matter, at worst, I can take care of her. After I inherit my father's title, who can control me?"

"Didn't you say that your mother is her reader? Can you ask your mother to invite her to your house for tea? Then we hide and take a peek? I want to know if she is really as beautiful as in the photo."

"Good idea! I'll beg to see my mother when I go back from this holiday..."

The teenagers chatted excitedly, they were not Dio's classmates at the same level, they were all slightly older than Dio.Teenagers in adolescence are very impulsive, and the content of the discussion is also very explicit.

And Dio stared at the publication whose name sounded like pulp fiction, lost in thought.

……what the hell.

He knew that the woman was writing something, but he didn't expect it to be published, and she even appeared in the newspaper?Why didn't he know that she had become so famous?

So what kind of story was written?

With doubts in his heart, Dio opened the book that was suspected to be written by his stepmother.

Then his expression gradually changed from numbness to shock, and he almost couldn't hold back anymore.

What the hell is this writing about? !These guys like this kind of book?Are you serious?

"How, did you feel the chicken move?"

The children who were bigger than him looked at Dio expectantly.

"...No." Dio returned the book to them blankly.

"What? Don't you feel anything?"

They couldn't help but look a little regretful looking at Dio who didn't respond and even looked a bit disgusted.

"Idiot, how old is Dio, he can't understand at all!"

"That's right, I'm sorry, but join us when you grow up a bit, Dio."

They took Dior's silence as dullness, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted, so they didn't take him with them anymore, and a few people gathered together again, and began to secretly read vulgar literature.

"..."

How boring, Dio thought grimly.

He didn't bother to be with these idiots at all. He lay down on his bed, opened the Latin textbook, and planned to read a few more books before going to sleep.

But for some reason, he found that the words in that pulp novel, and his stepmother's beautiful face, kept appearing in his head, as if he couldn't get rid of it.

【…】

Dio closed the book distractedly, turned over and covered himself with a quilt.

His stepmother was undoubtedly a very beautiful woman, but beauty was of no value, and Dior had no affection for her.Not only about her being his mother instead, he doesn't admit that any woman other than his biological mother wants to be his mother, her cautious ingratiating gesture makes him sick, and the most important thing is her stupidity .

Stupidity seemed to him more unforgivable than anything else.

How could a woman like that agree to marry a scum like Dalio if she wasn't so stupid?

But without knowing when it started, Dio felt that his stepmother seemed to have changed.Still stupid and naive, but no longer cowering, no longer bowing his head and not daring to speak loudly, and no longer starting to please him deliberately, as if he had become a completely different person.

For some reason, he felt that such a stepmother seemed less annoying.

【Mary, I love you, but I can't help but want to punish you...】

The words in the book kept reverberating in his mind, and Dio, who couldn't get rid of these thoughts, felt irritated, but he couldn't help thinking about it at the same time.Why do the people in the story seem to be happy after being punished?Are they crazy?

……

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"Ah-"

When I was making pickles, I couldn't help but sneezed several times, ran to wash my hands, and blew my nose.

I don't know if it's because the weather is starting to cool down, I always feel a little cold, and I don't know if Dior has enough clothes.Of course, this scourge is not so easy to get sick. His physical fitness is much stronger than mine. In a few years, he will grow tall and powerful. Basically, no one can beat him.

But thinking about it, I started to worry again.

Now Dior is only ten years old, and I can barely restrain him, and he will not dare to do bad things blatantly because of my teaching.But in another two years, he will start to grow up. I remember that when he is an adult, his height will grow to more than 190. How can I have a chance to deal with him at that time?He could lift me up with one hand.

In other words, these two years are the key to education. Although I don't expect him to be able to teach well, I still have to instill in him the principle of not committing crimes in the future.Once he commits a crime, he will be caught, and after being caught, he will lose everything. As long as he is not adopted by Jonathan's family, he will not be able to get the stone ghost face, and then he will not be able to become a vampire.Then Dio, who is still human, will not do anything too outrageous, and I have successfully saved the world.

...It doesn't seem too difficult to think about it?

I sneezed a few more times, maybe the weather was really cold, so I hurried to get a coat and put it on, and continued to make pickles.

The weather cools down quickly, and I can still wear low-cut dresses in the first few days of early October. At the end of the month, I can't help but make myself a set of long johns.On the other hand, the foreigners on the street seem to be totally unafraid of the cold, and they still wear very thin clothes. Although I also wear clothes like a foreigner now, I still feel very cold.

The most frightening thing is that a cold virus seems to be starting to circulate in London.

Many people just had a cold at first, and didn't take it seriously. A few days later, they developed a high fever, and their condition took a turn for the worse.During this period of time, many people died in the usually crowded slums in the past few weeks, and it became more and more deserted.Many of the familiar neighbors hadn't seen it for a few days.When I saw them again, they were carried out of the house covered by white cloths. The family members cried into a ball and coughed non-stop.

The medical level in this era is still quite backward, and there are no special anti-virus drugs. Once infected, it depends on its own immunity to recover. If the body is poor, it will die.

The ladies in London are afraid to go out on the street. This situation scared me immediately to make a mask out of old clothes at home, and I had to wear it when I went out to buy groceries.When people looked at me with weird eyes, I would answer that I had hives on my face, and I was shameful, so no one asked me any more.

It's not known how long this flu will last, but it's dangerous until winter is over.And more than a month later, because some teachers and many students in Dior's school had related symptoms, in order to reduce the transmission, the school had to force a holiday and let all the students go home.

Dio was in good spirits. He came back in a carriage from a classmate's house who lived in London.

But unfortunately, his classmate also developed flu symptoms on the way back, and infected Dior in the unventilated environment of the carriage.

Late that night, as I was finishing my homemade hydrating mask and getting ready for a beauty sleep, Dior returned.

He collapsed at the door, looking quite tired.When he saw me, he opened his eyes very weakly and moved his lips slightly.

"What's wrong with you? Did you fall?"

I didn't hear what he said, and when I stepped forward to help him up, I found that he was only wearing a thin single shirt, and his whole body was extremely hot.

"Uncomfortable..."

Dio murmured in a low voice, he suddenly seemed to have completely lost consciousness, and fell softly on my body.

Then I realized one thing.

What the hell!

This guy has the flu too!

Can't let him infect me with the cold!

I immediately pushed Dio away like a conditioned reflex, rushed back to the room and quickly took out the mask to put on myself, and then went back to the door of the house.

Hmm...seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

Looking at Dio who was lying on the ground, I hesitated for a moment whether to throw him outside and let him freeze to death, although I can't kill him, if I just ignore him...

However, my conscience made me give up the idea.

It's better not to make extra troubles...

I shook my head resignedly, and dragged Dio back with his luggage.

After all, this guy will definitely not die so easily. The main plot of the original book has not yet begun, and his vitality is first-class and tenacious.

I never had the guts to leave him alone, otherwise if he healed himself, wouldn't he hate me to death?People who can become super villains are basically the chosen ones, who may be picked up by some big boss, then the previous efforts to educate him will be in vain!

...Forget it, just take care of him until he recovers.

I sighed, and put him on his own bed with Dio on my back. Just as I was about to get some cold water to cool him down physically, Dio suddenly reached out and grabbed me with my eyes closed.