I became DIO's vicious stepmother

After all, this Dior was only ten years old, and when I was possessed by a playful spirit and stretched the spoon to his mouth like a loving mother, he couldn't hold back anymore.Dio's forehead involuntarily oozes cold sweat, his body trembles involuntarily, with resistance written all over his face.

"..."

"What's wrong? It's time for soup, Dio."

As if feeding medicine to Wu Dalang, I sent the spoon forward again, pretending to be ignorant and urging.

"What's the matter, why don't you drink?"

Dalio, who was drinking the toadstool soup, looked up at Dio, and said impatiently, "Your mother feeds you the soup, you just have to drink it quickly."

"........."

Dior was caught in a dilemma. For the first time in his more than ten years of life, he felt panic.

……

What's going on, did this woman notice something?

No... how could she find out about his poisoning!

Dio complained incessantly. He didn't know why this woman who had always been weak and stupid suddenly changed her temperament. He was sure that she had become different.Realizing that she, too, might turn out to be trouble, Dio made up his mind to get rid of her with his scumbag father, and added the poison to the dinner soup.

Now it's like lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

He wasn't sure if this woman had found out about his poisoning, but if she didn't drink now, she would definitely be suspected.The corners of his mouth twitched. Anyway, the person who sold him the chronic poison told him that this medicine would only weaken people gradually, and it would not be able to kill people by drinking it in one breath.So after struggling, Dio felt overwhelmed, and decisively drank the mushroom soup fed to his mouth.

……

"How is it? Is it good to drink?"

I was shocked, I didn't expect him to actually drink it!She also planned to get angry at him, but she didn't expect him to be so cruel to herself.

It's really daunting.

"Thank you, mother." Dio smiled at me with difficulty.

"Really, as long as you like it." I tried my best to appear full of maternal love.

Dior reminded me, "...this is my soup."

"I know, how about another bowl?"

"No need, let's drink some, too."

Dior is also working hard to maintain his personality. He also took a bowl for me very enthusiastically, imitating my appearance and wanting to feed me.

"How can this work, Dio is growing up, drink more to become a man like your father."

Of course I wasn't fooled, I said that Dio needed to drink more to grow taller, Dio immediately rolled his eyes, shocked by my ability to talk nonsense.But Dalio felt that what I said was right. He might really think he was a man, so he nodded and agreed, "That's right, Dio, since your mother cares about you so much, don't let her down. Drink it all."

"........."

Dio didn't know how to react, he stared at the big bowl of mushroom soup poisoned by him, almost fainted.

After dinner, in the alley outside my house, I saw Dio who was picking his own throat and vomiting profusely.

He was poured down by me for two servings. Although it is a chronic poison, it is probably not good to drink so much at once.

No way, lad.

Watching him throw up with difficulty, I feel very proud.No matter how he is, he is still a ten-year-old kid, and he is still too young to fight with me!

I wanted to pretend to be ignorant and walk away, but for some reason, Dio, who was vomiting crazily, seemed to have noticed that I was peeking. He suddenly looked back at me, with fierce hatred in his eyes.

Now that I was discovered, I didn't hide anymore. I approached Dior generously, and asked in a concerned tone knowingly, "What's wrong, Dior, did you eat something bad?"

"..."

He was panting heavily, and seemed to be recovering from vomiting with difficulty.He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, stared at me viciously and asked, "Did you know?"

"Know what? What's wrong with you, Dio?" I tried to pretend to be concerned, and said sincerely, "Are you okay, should I take you to the doctor?"

Dio narrowed his eyes and looked at me, as if to judge whether I was lying to him, and then he sneered and said, "Why did you do that to me?"

"What did I do to you? I've always cared about you, Dio."

Of course I didn't expect him to believe me, but I still deliberately put on an expression of incredulity and innocence.

Dio looked at me coldly, "Stop pretending, I know what kind of person you are, just like you know what kind of person I am, it's up to you if you want to marry that scumbag, we don't mess with each other, you What are you trying to do by suddenly targeting me?"

In fact, Dior was right. After Dalio took Miss White's dowry and cash inheritance, he didn't spend a penny on Dior, and bought himself wine for entertainment.Ms. White had always been a coward before, trying to please this beautiful but very evil child, but she had been ignored by Dio all the time. What Dio did to her was to leave all the housework to her...

I remember that in the original book, it seemed that the only thing Dior really cared about was his mother.He has always been brooding over the fact that his biological mother died of overwork because of his alcoholic father, and shed tears.He certainly did not recognize Miss White, a woman who was only nine years older than him, as his stepmother, and was even hostile to him becoming his mother.

But I don't care what the villains have in mind!What I have to do is to kill all the bad things he wants to do in the cradle, let him taste the consequences of calculating others, today is just the beginning.

"What are you talking about? I reflected on myself before. That's not a good education policy. As your stepmother, I have the responsibility to educate you well."

Of course, I continued to pretend to be stupid on the surface. No matter how Dio questioned, I showed that I wanted to be good for him, and I didn't seem to have discovered what he was thinking.

Dio couldn't do anything about my refusal to admit it. Naturally, it was impossible for him to admit that he had poisoned the soup.After all, he is not my opponent yet, and in the end the matter was left alone, everyone pretended to be stupid, and Dio and I went back home with our own ghosts.

Dalio was still drunk, sleeping like a dead pig in bed alone.

This is a good thing for me, at least I don't have to think of reasons not to sleep with him.But this is not a matter, how long will he be drunk?There must be a day when I don't drink and sober up. After all, I can't leave in the short term. What if one day he gets interested and wants to do that kind of thing to me?That's disgusting, I don't want it!I have never talked about a boyfriend!It is necessary to think of a countermeasure just in case.

Think about it slowly, or is there a way to make this guy wither forever...

I feel a little tired, but I can't think of a good way now, let's see what happens.I lay down on the sofa in the room, put aside the matter of Brando and his son for the time being, and began to think about future plans.

It is very difficult to get back the dowry that Miss White handed over to Dalio. It was locked in the box by the old drunkard, and he kept the key.

Usually it is impossible for others to get it, and you can't count on how much he has left when he was poisoned to death by his son, most of it will be squandered.I also have to find a way to save some money, so that I can board the ship and go to the United States.After all, this time point is a bit embarrassing. It is now 1878, and the First World War will start in 1914, and then there will be World War II.Miss White is still young, if she can survive smoothly, she doesn’t want to encounter a war when she is 60 or [-] years old. She can’t afford it. Only the United States was relatively safe at that time, and she made a lot of money by selling arms. It is the first choice for immigrants.If you can make a fortune, you will become a rich woman at that time, and you can raise as many little wolf dogs as you want, and you are afraid that you will not be able to play the happy ball?

So the question is how to make money?

With an idea, I immediately thought of selling tea fried from leaves on the street.

British capitalists of this era have done this.

Miss White's first husband who died in the shipwreck was in the shipping business, transporting colonial tea to England and selling it to nobles.Tea is very popular in the upper class circles, and many middle-class people are eager to follow suit. They don't care whether it's good or not.

But in fact, the output value of tea is very small, and the supply is in short supply. Only a few nobles can drink real tea. The tea on the market is picked from the trees on the roadside and fried casually. Most ordinary British people have never drank real tea. , they thought those leaves were the taste of real tea...

Capitalism is really bad!

But selling tea seems to have a sales channel. I feel that those who monopolize the market may not be willing to share a piece of my pie. Rushing into the capital market may cause trouble for myself.Maybe at this time, we can learn about WeChat business and start selling from acquaintances...

In any case, you still need to have the principal on hand to proceed to the next step. How to earn the principal and hide the private money from being snatched by Dalio is a question worth thinking about.

In short, let's start with the accumulation of primitive capital.

In a capitalist society, everyone has to go to work.Ms. White's previous job was to teach children from middle-class families to play the piano. This is not a problem for me. I learned piano when I was a child. Although I can't play very well, I can still pass by teaching children.

But one job is not enough, if you want to make money, you still have to make double.

So the next day, before I went out to hire Miss White's family to teach the children to play the piano and help with the housework, I called Dior up.

I don't know if it was because he drank the bowl of poisonous mushroom soup and didn't spit it out. Dio seemed to be in a bad mood. He stared at me gloomyly and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to take you to work today." I said.

Dior:? !

Yes, it’s fine to teach the piano, how can I do such a job as a servant?Naturally, it is necessary to let Dior play his value.You can't eat and drink for nothing, and let this father and son live on my dowry.

In order to prevent him from resisting, I specially put a cane in my bag, and if he doesn't obey, I will beat him.