MTL - I’m Really Not An NPC - Chapter 11

Yin Yin is the new bedside mother-in-law who specializes in protecting the safe and healthy growth of children in the world. However, she found that more and more parents do not pay attention to their children’s growth, which leads to the original innocence and cuteness A child’s life is miserable.

Yin Yin decided to go down to earth to become the mother of the children and protect the happy lives of those poor children.

World (updated in no order):

1: A patriarchal mother

2: The queen mother who gave birth to a child in hidden marriage

3: Mothers of left-behind children

4: Single mothers of divorced children

5: The mother of a child with autism

6: The mother of a disabled child

7: “For You” Strong Mom

8: The eccentric mother who abused her adopted child

9: The real and fake daughter of a peasant mother

10: Second child mother

11: The Queen Mother of the Nine Sons

12: The gold-worshiping mother who holds the upper hand

13: Superstitious illiterate mother

14: Stepmother whose mother became a stepmother

15: The poor mother who abandoned her husband and child

16: The Fallen Wealthy Mother

17: Abducted college mother

18: Divorced mother of blind child

19: The loving mother who lacks love for the little father-in-law

20: To be added

- Description from novelbuddy

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?