I became DIO's vicious stepmother

"What did you say you want to teach me?" Dio asked, frowning at me.

"What's the problem with the knowledge that may not be in the textbook?"

I gave him a puzzled look, not understanding why he was overreacting a bit.But just in case, I made a patch, "Of course there may be something I don't understand. I just suggest you try to ask. Although you may not believe it, I actually went to college."

It seems that Jenny got married when she was 18 years old. In just one year, both her husbands passed away...I married Dalio when I was 19 years old. It is impossible for me to finish college according to my age, but I can claim to be a genius girl , he loves to believe it or not.

Dio looked at me for a while in silence. His expression was intriguing, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Dio suddenly sneered, and twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Really? I will accept your suggestion."

I always feel that his attitude is a bit strange... Is it my illusion?

I didn't have time to think about it. At this moment, Berg, who had already adjusted the environment and studio lighting, interrupted us.

"We can start now. If there is no problem, I suggest taking a group photo first, madam."

"Oh well."

So I quickly stood in the designated area with Dior under his instructions, and smiled.

I started to check Dio's expression next to him, he still had a stinky face, but when I noticed his height, I realized something was wrong.

No, you can't shoot like this.

"Wait a mininute."

So he made a sound to stop Mr. Berg who was about to press the shutter.

"what happened?"

Mr. Berg put down the camera, and Dior, who was next to him, also looked at me.

"I'm going to need something."

"Did you forget something?"

It is normal to be stopped in the middle of the filming, and many noble ladies will double-check their appearance in the mirror.Berg thought I was going to get my grooming or hair done, so he kindly told me, "Don't worry, your hair is perfect, ma'am."

"I know, but that's not what I meant."

I looked left and right in the studio, trying to find the right prop. "Do you have anything here to step on?"

"Oh, I see."

Berg suddenly realized, and he nodded immediately, "Do you think your child is not tall enough to show his masculinity? What a caring lady. Of course, wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

Berg said, "Barrett," and his son brought a suitcase from outside and put it in front of us.

Berger said to me enthusiastically, "Don't worry, your son is still in his growth period, and I believe he will become very manly soon."

"Thank you for your blessing," I replied perfunctorily, and took the suitcase that Berg had lent us.

Isn't that nonsense?If you doubt Dior's character, you can't doubt his physique.I remember that Jonathan's height is 195. Dior is slightly shorter than Jonathan, but he is also over 190 cm. I don't know how those women can bear it...

Dio also seemed to have misunderstood something. He stared at the suitcase with an uneasy face. He probably thought that I thought he was short and was hesitating whether to stand on it.I suddenly moved the suitcase to my feet, without giving him any chance at all, and stood up directly by myself.

"Okay, this is more like a mother-child photo."

I straightened my chest and adjusted my bangs repeatedly with a hand mirror.

"You can shoot, Mr. Berger."

"........."

Both Dio and Berg were silent for a moment, they looked at me in disbelief, completely unaware that I was going to step on my own feet.

It took Berg a long time to react, and then he twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help reminding, "...With all due respect, in this case, your height will appear to be at least 180 centimeters, Mrs. Brando."

"What does that matter? I just want to look much older than my son." I said confidently.

This is called a mother-child photo, and it seems that I suppressed him.Otherwise, a 12-year-old kid is taller than me, and it would be too embarrassing.

"ok, I get it."

Berg coughed in embarrassment, but because I was a customer, he couldn't comment on my approach, so he quickly skipped the topic.

"Then let's get started, come on, let's watch the camera together."

"Come on, let's talk about eggplant." I put my arms around Dio's shoulders and smiled with my teeth showing.

click-

click - click -

After the shutter flickered, I took the first photo with Dior.

In this era without beauty cameras and PS, only those who are naturally beautiful can be photographed with such beautiful photos.

In the photo, my smile is as cured as Shinheng Yui, but Dio still doesn't smile, even in the group photo, he still has that slightly gloomy face, as if everyone owes him money.

But because I was photographed very beautifully, I put this group photo in a frame and put it in the living room.

Then before Dior went back to school, I sent him my personal photo.

Dior looked a little surprised when he took my photo.

"Why did you give me this?" He held my photo in his hand and looked at me with a puzzled and complicated expression.

"Because you have been staying at school and never going home, I am afraid that you will forget Mommy and me for a long time, so I asked you to bring a photo to enhance your family relationship and think about me occasionally."

I pretended to be very kind and smiled at him and said.Although it is meaningless to talk about feelings with Dior, George Joestar treated him better than his own son, but he was stabbed by Dior without hesitation.But he has been away from me for a long time, and I am afraid he will not take me seriously. In order to strengthen his memory, he should always remind him that my little mother is still in his life, so he can maintain the bond.

Of course, if he intends to part ways with me independently, I will agree immediately without hesitation.

Dior hesitated, but he finally accepted my photo.

"I see, then take it."

Dior put my picture in the wallet.After thinking about it, he also gave me his own photo.

"Then leave this to you too."

"Huh? It's okay. You don't need to leave the photo to me. Our group photo is in the frame. I can see it anytime." I reminded him.

It's just that I don't know what my words seem to have poked at him, and Dio showed displeasure again, and he frowned, "You don't want it?"

Suddenly, it dawned on me that I seemed to have poked his pride.

Yes, whatever Dio's intentions are, he doesn't like being rejected!

"No no, I want it."

In order to reduce unnecessary conflicts, I immediately changed my words, took the photo from his hand, and stuffed it into my pocket pretendingly.

"I took it."

So Dio's complexion finally got better, he snorted softly, then hooked the corners of his mouth, and took my photo to school.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then put Dior's personal photo into the frame and framed it.

After Dior went back to school, he didn't go home for several months.Now I am used to living alone, but this house has a lot of rooms, and there is a big yard at home, and it takes me half a day just to clean up every day.Then watering the plants, weeding, weeding, pest control, plus going out to buy vegetables, and then doing the laundry, I completely become a housewife and have no time to write a new book.

I feel that most of my time will be wasted on cleaning if this continues, but if I don’t clean it, the house will be messy and dirty, and the floor will accumulate dust if I don’t mop it for a day, which is unbearable.

Living conditions have improved, but sanitation can't keep up, so I decided to hire a maid to work for me 10 hours a day, including cleaning, washing clothes, weeding the yard and irrigating crops.

The daily salary I paid to the maid was 25 pence, which was higher than that of the textile workers, and the working hours were not even so much. So when I posted the recruitment notice, five girls applied for the job in one day.The youngest was only 9 years old. When her parents sent her here, I was dumbfounded and begged me to keep this child, otherwise she would also be sent to a textile factory as a child laborer.

The capitalist society of this era has no human rights protection at all. Factories also oppress women. A man who operates a mule spinning machine can have a weekly income of 2 pounds, and then he can raise a wife and children, but women who do the same thing in textile factories The salary of a man is only a quarter of that of a man, and a woman who pastes matchboxes can only earn a maximum of 7p a day. If she quits, she will have no money to pay rent or buy food.

Under this evil system, countless child laborers died of exhaustion, but if the child laborers did not go to work in the factory, they would starve to death because they had no money to eat, which became an unsolvable vicious circle.

So after they found out that I offered a higher salary and easier work than the textile factory, they almost broke their heads and wanted to grab this job.

My conscience prevents me from employing child labor, but if I don't employ them, I will go to the textile factory and risk being exhausted. No matter what I do, it is hypocrisy.

But if I hired her, I would feel bad for letting such a young child work for me. I would be sucking their blood.And when I chose the oldest among them, a girl named Marlene who had worked as a maid in the baron's house, the youngest girl burst into tears and said that she could do anything even if she was only paid 10 pence. Beg me to keep her.

Finally, in desperation, I kept both girls. The 18-year-old eldest girl, Ma Lin, helped me with housework and took care of the crops in the yard. The daily salary was 25 pence. The youngest girl, Susan, was hired by me to groom the cat, bathe and shovel the excrement. , 10 pence a day.

So in the 19th century, I successfully realized my dream that was impossible in the 21st century.

Raising cats does not need to shovel shit anymore, and you can live a happy life purely by sucking cats.

Every day, Susan would help me clean the cat's pads, comb the cat's fur until it couldn't fall out, and then wipe Brucey's ass, and then gently put Bruce the cat on my lap while I was writing, quietly Waiting for my other orders.

Marlene, on the other hand, did all the housework and acted as my family's gardener.It's just that Marlene doesn't seem to like Susan very much. She thinks that she can get ten pence a day for doing such a small job, but she knows that this job is hard to come by, so she doesn't dare to have any opinions.It's just that from time to time, he would provoke me here, pretending to pinch my shoulders and beat my legs, and kept suggesting that I would give Susan some more work.

But I really can't do such a thing as squeezing a 9-year-old girl... A little girl is different from Dior, and I don't feel guilty about squeezing Dior!

After nearly a month of this orderly and fairly harmonious life, Dior came back from school.

When Dior came home, I was sprawled out on the bed, having my back massaged by the maid, Marlene.

Under my hand-in-hand guidance, Ma Lin has become a master of Thai massage. She accurately grasped the sore points and massaged my writing-strained shoulders very sorely.If Marlene resigns from me, she can make a living by opening a massage parlor.

It's just that Ma Lin was born in a farm job and has tremendous strength. When she was massaging me, she couldn't control the strength of her hands, and from time to time she would make me scream out.

"Oh! Take it easy! It hurts...yes, right here...ah...comfortable..."

I hummed and chirped comfortably. At this moment, the footsteps on the stairs suddenly stagnated, and then the footsteps became hurried, almost rushing up.

The footsteps stopped at the door of my room, and my room was suddenly pushed open.

I raised my head subconsciously and saw Dio standing at the door of my room with an angry face, and when he saw Marlene who was massaging me, the expression on his face gradually changed from anger to astonishment.

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