Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

At first, nobody really cared about these fragments that had burst forth.

After all, in this closed-off small mountain village, even a heap of sweet potatoes would attract more attention than those mud-covered pieces.

But because the disaster in this area was so severe, it quickly garnered attention from various parties.

Various rescue teams and news media flooded into this quiet town, and while a journalist was interviewing a villager, suddenly a child came running over holding a bunch of colorful porcelain.

"Mom, look what I found."

The child happily handed the porcelain bowl to the woman who was being interviewed.

The simple and kind-hearted woman, afraid that her child would disturb the television interview, hastily pulled the child back.

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

But her hand strength was great, and the child stumbled, letting go of the gray porcelain bowl, which fell to the ground and broke.

Everyone glanced at it—the bowl was dusty and covered in mud, a worthless thing broken was just that, broken.

Seeing that the child was about to cry, the journalist quickly took out a beautifully wrapped piece of chocolate from her bag, "Don’t cry, little friend, have some chocolate."