The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show-Chapter 277: Livestream Selling Watermelons

The moment Nathan Lynch saw Renee Jennings, he ran over and grabbed her hand.

"Mom, are you okay? Was the watermelon juice too sweet?"

Renee Jennings snatched her hand back as if she’d been electrocuted.

Nathan Lynch looked aggrieved. "Mom, did I do something wrong to make you angry? Please don’t be mad, okay? I really know I was wrong. Please don’t be upset with me anymore..."

As he spoke, he reached up to wipe away tears.

Renee Jennings stared at him, stunned, her expression complex and unreadable.

Naomi Kenway watched from a distance, feeling a little relieved. ’Ever since I talked with Nathan Lynch last time, I can feel a change in him. He’s finally not so passive and bullied when he faces Renee Jennings anymore.’

Margaret Jennings walked over with a pained expression and pulled Nathan Lynch into her arms. She tried to placate Renee, "While you were gone just now, Mona was blaming himself. The boy didn’t know you can’t mix watermelon juice and chocolate. He thought he was doing something nice for you. Rachel, please don’t be angry."

Nathan Lynch choked back a sob, looking utterly pitiful. "I didn’t know Mom would be so angry. I’ll never make watermelon juice again..."

"Don’t think like that, Mona," Margaret Jennings said. "Rachel, you should comfort the child."

Having spent so much time with him, Renee Jennings could tell at a glance that Nathan Lynch was fake crying. But he had somehow managed to fool everyone else around them.

Renee Jennings couldn’t believe a child could be so calculating. She subconsciously glanced in Naomi Kenway’s direction.

Her hands slowly clenched into fists.

A fan’s comment she’d once seen suddenly came to Renee Jennings’s mind. Someone had advised her to have another child of her own because an adopted one, without a blood connection, could never be truly tamed. ’This is the perfect proof. Nathan Lynch really is an ungrateful brat.’

Renee Jennings’s mind drifted, and she resolved to have a child of her own. ’If things continue like this, once Nathan Lynch is in charge of the family, he’ll more than likely kick his aging mother out of the house.’

’That can’t happen! Not ever!’

"Rachel, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and comfort the child," Margaret Jennings repeated.

Renee Jennings was yanked back to reality. She gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and gently patted Nathan Lynch’s back. "Don’t cry, Mona. How could Mom blame you... ahem... As long as it’s watermelon juice you made, Mom loves to drink it." She’d barely gotten the words out before her throat started to sting. She coughed dryly a couple of times, her resentment deepening.

"Really?" Nathan Lynch’s eyes were filled with pure innocence. "As long as you forgive me, Mom. How about I make you watermelon juice every day from now on?"

The color drained from Renee Jennings’s face. The look on it was priceless.

Margaret Jennings stepped in to smooth things over. "Haha, let’s just forget about the watermelon juice."

[Nathan Lynch is doing this to Rachel on purpose. He’s so young but he’s already acting like such a green tea!]

[How is he being a green tea? He talks just like Renee Jennings!]

[He’s just a kid, some of you crazy fans need to chill!]

[This is so weird. I used to be a fan of Renee Jennings, but now just looking at her annoys me. It’s like my rose-colored glasses suddenly shattered.]

[Hahaha, is he serious about making watermelon juice every day? I doubt Renee Jennings would survive drinking that every day, would she?]

...

Naomi Kenway glanced over and saw Renee Jennings sitting to the side with Nathan Lynch, then looked away.

The watermelon-picking task was over, and they had received their ingredient packets, but they didn’t leave right away. The guide announced there was another task to complete in the afternoon, right here in the watermelon field.

The guests sat at a large folding table laden with a sumptuous meal, which Uncle Nigati had apparently driven over from a restaurant.

After expressing their thanks, the guests picked up their chopsticks.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the guests rested under the trees. Naomi Kenway took a fan out of her backpack and fanned herself and her son, the cool breeze on their faces alleviating some of the sweltering heat.

Suddenly, a whistle blew. Naomi Kenway knew the production team had arranged a new task. She stood up, not forgetting to wake Margaret Jennings, who was feigning sleep beside her.

"Pearl, wake up. There’s a new task. The guide is calling us over to gather."

Margaret Jennings slowly opened her eyes, rubbing her temples with a smile. "That was fast. I feel like I haven’t rested enough." Then she bent down and gently patted the shoulder of the sleeping Carina Sanders. "Carina, wake up."

Carina Sanders stretched and slumped listlessly on Margaret Jennings’s shoulder.

"I can’t carry you anymore. Come on, Carina, it’s time to wake up. We can sleep when we get back."

Naomi Kenway had already led Ian by the hand to the meeting spot. A canopy had been set up there, offering complete protection from the scorching sun, but the heat hadn’t dissipated much. Naomi Kenway kept fanning herself without pause.

They often had to do tasks under the blazing sun, so it was a rare and thoughtful gesture for the production team to set up a canopy. Chelsea Raines commented, "Your show is getting pretty considerate. At least standing here we can avoid the sun. It’s a bit cooler." Then a thought struck her, and she added warily, "They’ve suddenly made our environment so nice... They’re not going to make us do some hard labor again, are they?"

"Relax," Margaret Jennings said. "Isn’t it always like this? How are you not used to it yet?"

Ruby Preston asked, "Why didn’t they give us a task card this time?"

"Because for this task... I feel it’s more interesting to explain it face-to-face." The guide’s expression turned unusually serious, though he had a slight smile. "This task is very meaningful. First, let’s welcome the village chief."

The village chief, who had a beard, looked as kind as ever. He asked in a very friendly manner, "You all must have just tried our local watermelons, right? What did you think? Were they sweet?"

"Sweet!" Jared Woods piped up. "I ate half a watermelon!" He held his hands out to show the size. "It was this big! This big!"

Hearing this, the village chief stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

Naomi Kenway was also generous with her praise. "Very sweet, very juicy, and they’re huge."

The village chief nodded, delighted.

The other guests also chimed in, expressing their love for the local watermelons.

A watermelon was placed on the table. The village chief patted it and said with a smile, "It seems everyone really likes our watermelons. It’s truly an honor. We have plenty of sunshine here and a large temperature difference between day and night. These unique growing conditions are unmatched by any other watermelons!" Pride was written all over his face.

After briefly introducing the local watermelons’ growing environment, the village chief picked up the watermelon and demonstrated how to choose a good one.

The guests listened with rapt attention. They truly had no experience picking watermelons.

The village chief was quite talkative. Suddenly, his tone shifted, and his mood became very somber.

"This year we have a bumper crop, but the watermelons are just piling up in the fields, unable to be sold."

The guests’ emotions were stirred as well. Ruby Preston quickly asked, "Why is that? How could such good watermelons not sell?"