The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show-Chapter 412 - 414: Your Daughter-in-law Gave You Such a Good Grandson
But to everyone’s surprise, the official ST Research Institute account replied to the netizen’s comment.
Just a single, concise word: Yes.
!!!
Screenshots of the exchange went viral online, drawing out hordes of gossip-hungry netizens. Many clickbait accounts seized the opportunity to post related content.
Many people who weren’t regular viewers caught wind of the news and flocked to the live stream to see this true "research prodigy."
It was nearly 8:00 p.m., and the camera crew was about to pack up for the night. Suddenly, a massive number of people flooded the stream, and within seconds, the official Supermom feed was knocked offline. The screen went completely black.
The technical staff scrambled to get it back online, but with too many people trying to watch, the stream crashed eight times in just five minutes.
The technician was sweating with anxiety, and the director didn’t look much better, torn between elation and panic. The buzz around Ian had suddenly drawn a massive crowd to the stream, and the comment section was being spammed with variations of "Hoping some of the prodigy’s intelligence rubs off on me!"
This incredible windfall had just fallen right into his lap!!
But there was still another problem to solve. The director stared at the black screen and frowned. "What’s going on? Why isn’t it fixed yet?"
"A ton of people flooded the stream all at once, and the number of viewers exceeded the maximum limit," the technician said, wiping sweat from his brow. "These temporary fixes won’t cut it. We need to talk to our partner streaming platform and get them to raise the viewer cap."
The director rubbed his chin, still not quite over his elation. "Alright, do that." He raised his voice and shouted, "Logan!"
After some negotiation, the stream finally stabilized. But with so many people watching, the comments flew by like a meteor shower, scrolling at a rate of several hundred per second.
[A new generation of talent has arrived! What an outstanding and brilliant kid. To make such a huge contribution to our country’s scientific progress at such a young age... I’m so proud of you! Your future is limitless!!]
[Hoping some of that intelligence rubs off on me, please help me pass my exams!!]
[Ian, you little rascal, you’re full of surprises! C’mon, what else have you been hiding from us?]
[Something’s not right. The kid is so quiet, he doesn’t seem like a genius at all. Did someone get it wrong? Plus, he’s only five. How could he possibly win so many awards? This has to be fake!]
[The commenter above is ridiculous. The facts are right there in front of you, and you’re still trying to put the kid down. ’He doesn’t seem smart’? Oh, and I suppose you’re the expert?]
[I’ve been saying it all along and no one believed me. Kids with exceptionally high IQs are often quiet because they feel like they have nothing in common to talk about with the people around them.]
[Ian is so amazing! I can’t believe our Ian is a genius, a real child prodigy!]
[Five years old... I can’t even wrap my head around that. That’s a level of achievement I wouldn’t dare to even dream of...]
[I’d like to see anyone call our Ian slow now. He just doesn’t like to show off, but if you look closer, you’ll see his potential and intelligence are beyond imagination.]
[Ian, oh my gosh, seeing this news has me too excited to sleep... This is what you call truly hiding your talent.]
[I knew all along Ian wasn’t a normal kid, but there were always those contrarians insisting he was slow. I mean, have you ever seen a kid who’s fluent in multiple languages and has a photographic memory? Honestly, I feel like what we know now is just the tip of the iceberg of what Ian can do...]
[Seriously, what kind of power-fantasy script is our Nina living? Her family background is so powerful no one dares to mess with her, her husband is devoted and dotes on her, and her son is a total sweetheart who also happens to be a genius...]
[After all that, let’s not forget about Nina herself! She’s an amazing person in her own right, which is why she deserves all these wonderful things!]
...
The Shaw Estate:
"Four of Bamboo. Alright, I win."
Jane Chandler slammed her tiles down with a CLACK, a faint, smug look on her face.
"Oh my, Jane, your luck is really something else today. You’ve won several hands in a row. I feel like I’m losing every single time. It must be the bad feng shui of this seat. Come on, let’s switch. I refuse to believe I can’t beat you!"
Wearing a jade thumb ring, Jane Chandler took a slow, deliberate sip of tea and watched the servant in front of her build the walls of tiles.
"Absolutely not. We decided on our seats at the beginning. If you want to switch, you can do it next time."
"Hmph. Jane, you’re so unreasonable."
Another woman spoke up. "Jane seems to be in a rare good mood. As the saying goes, ’a happy occasion lifts the spirits,’ right?"
Jane Chandler shot her a look. "Mrs. Martin, what’s that supposed to mean? What happy occasion could I possibly have?"
"Your son and daughter-in-law are smart and capable, and your grandson is so clever and quick-witted. How is that not a cause for celebration? That sounds like a daily dose of joy to me."
"That’s enough," Jane Chandler snapped. "I was kind enough to invite you as a guest, and this is how you talk to me? So passive-aggressively? I was fine until you brought them up. Are you deliberately trying to give me a heart attack?"
With that, Jane Chandler pulled out a handkerchief and began to cough.
This group at the table wasn’t Jane Chandler’s usual circle of old friends. Her regular companions were busy, so she had to find a new group to put together a game.
Mrs. Martin was completely taken aback by the outburst. "What’s gotten into you...?" she said, baffled. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Let me tell you, that woman is not my daughter-in-law, and that boy is not my grandson. They’re demons sent to torture me. And my son... he can’t even be called my son. Half a son, at most."
Jane Chandler said angrily, impatiently sweeping aside the newly built tile walls. "You’ve completely ruined the mood. You all can play without me."
Since Jane Chandler was occupying her seat but refused to play, the other three ladies had no choice but to stop the game and simply chat instead.
"There’s a piece of jewelry coming up at the auction house in a few days. I hear it’s absolutely radiant and incredibly flattering!"
"Is that plot of land in District A really that valuable? I heard several companies are fighting tooth and nail over it."
"Have you all heard about Mrs. Murray? She’s such a great philanthropist. I heard she donated tens of millions to the mountain regions again this year."
"Speaking of charity, Jane’s daughter-in-law is quite impressive too, isn’t she? She was officially praised by the national newspaper..." The woman lowered her voice to a whisper. "To have such a wonderful daughter-in-law, and Jane is still not satisfied."
Jane Chandler’s ears perked up. "What nonsense are you all talking?! The money she donates comes from my son! She’s using our family’s money to build up her own reputation!"
One of the ladies quietly retorted, "That’s not right. I heard she donates the money she earns from her acting career. Besides, you’re all one family... And she gave you such a wonderful grandson. He’s only five, and he’s already won so many major scientific research awards. You couldn’t find another child like him in all of Veridia! How can you still be so dissatisfied...?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Jane Chandler cut her off, stunned. "...What did you just say? What scientific research awards?"
