After Transmigrating As The Mother Of The Pitiful Female Supporting Character in a Campus Novel - Chapter 1

Xia Shibai sat dizzily in the back of the business van. The vehicle sped forward, and the slight G-force offered a tiny bit of relief to her nausea, though her body remained limp and powerless.

It took about twenty minutes for the agonizing sensation to slowly fade. As Xia Shibai regained control over this body, her mind began to function clearly. She now had a distinct understanding of her current situation.

She had transmigrated into a campus Yuri novel she’d read recently. Specifically, she was now the mother of the pitiful second female lead… or rather, the aunt acting as her mother.

Xia Shibai shared the same name as the original owner of this body. When she had read the book, she felt incredibly uncomfortable—mostly because the original “Xia Shibai” ignored and neglected the girl, pouring all her energy into her career. Deprived of parental love at a young age, the child naturally became a target for people with ulterior motives, who treated her like a personal ATM.

In the book, the pitiful girl wasn’t the original owner’s biological child, but the posthumous child of her older sister.

The original novel hinted that the girl, the second female lead, had “brought misfortune” to everyone around her since birth. Her mother died of a hemorrhage during a difficult labor; upon hearing the news, her grandfather abroad suffered a stroke from high blood pressure and ended up semi-paralyzed. The burden of the family enterprise fell onto the shoulders of her aunt—the original owner—who was only twenty-one at the time.

The original Xia Shibai worked day and night, learning at breakneck speed just to keep the massive conglomerate from collapsing.

To the current Xia Shibai, however, this was just a domino effect of unfortunate events—not the child’s fault. But people always love to stack their misfortunes onto a child’s head, as if blaming someone could alleviate their own suffering.

Because of the lack of proper guidance from her family, society, and school, the girl—Xia Yaozhou—gradually developed a twisted psyche. She was deeply insecure around the person she liked and cold toward strangers. Her extreme lack of love made her anxious and prone to severe psychological barriers.

Though Xia Yaozhou was the second female lead, she was essentially just a “tool” to move the romance between the two main heroines forward.

She was “best friends” with the Lead Alpha and Lead Omega. She harbored a secret crush on the Alpha for over a decade but never dared to speak up. Compared to the sun-like radiance of the Lead Omega, Xia Yaozhou felt her own love was like moss growing in a sewer—dark, damp, and sweltering. She felt her feelings would only be a burden to the Alpha, a form of “repaying kindness with enmity.”

But jealousy turned her eyes red. She drove away anyone who tried to get close to the Alpha using threats and bribery; as long as it worked, she didn’t care about morality or the law. At first, she was the “bodyguard” of the main couple’s romance, but as her jealousy intensified and the Alpha discovered her actions, a heated argument ensued. Xia Yaozhou eventually spiraled into a delusion of harming the Lead Omega to win the Alpha’s love.

In the end, she lost both her sanity and her fortune, and everything she owned became the “stepping stone” for the main couple’s future happiness.

While reading, Xia Shibai had been furious. The author constantly dropped hints about Xia Yaozhou’s tragic childhood, and it galled her that in the girl’s twenty-five years of life, everyone—including her own family—had shown her nothing but malice, except for the two leads. Raised in a toxic environment of gaslighting (PUA), she couldn’t even voice her love. After twenty years of madness, a few words of persuasion convinced her to hand over her remaining assets before being sent to a mental hospital, forgotten by all.

Xia Shibai’s liver literally ached from anger. She couldn’t understand how a character who was brilliant, independent, and every bit as good as the two leads could end up so miserable. She wondered if the author had named the character after an enemy, intent on writing her into the ground and vilifying her.

She had hoped the “Extra Chapters” might offer some comfort, but in nearly 100,000 words of extras, the second female lead was treated as if she were dead—not even deserving of a mention. Xia Shibai exploded in the comments section, blasting the original owner and ranting:

“I’ve never raised a kid, but the original owner’s parenting is just wrong! It’s sick! Everyone around Xia Yaozhou is sick! Gaslighting a little kid? Have some shame. Even the two leads were gaslighting her—calling her a ‘friend’ while treating her like a servant they could summon and dismiss at will!”

“If I had such a cute daughter, I would never let her live like that! The author is truly deranged to hate the second female lead this much. Is it because my ‘baby’ is too excellent? If you didn’t write her as a villain, the main couple wouldn’t stand a chance!”

This long-winded output naturally drew a response from the author. The author, sounding like their tail had been stepped on, replied spitefully:

“Wow, you’re so amazing, you must be an education expert. Then I hope you meet a ‘jinx’ like Xia Yaozhou too. I’d love to see how you raise her! Careful she doesn’t jinx you to death, ‘Great Educator,’ tee-hee-hee.”

Reading this while working overtime in her office caused Xia Shibai’s blood pressure to skyrocket. A sharp pain hit the back of her head, and when she woke up, she was dizzy and weak in the back of this business van.

After a moment of recovery, Xia Shibai was certain—she had transmigrated into the book.

Her current mood was complicated. A quick face-ID check of her phone revealed a WeChat full of familiar yet strange contacts. One pinned contact was “Auntie Lin.”

This was the nanny the original owner had hired for the young Xia Yaozhou.

This nanny was a piece of work. Xia Yaozhou’s awkward, twisted, and insecure personality was largely due to Auntie Lin’s psychological control. She wouldn’t let the girl cry or play. Whenever Xia Yaozhou was happy, the nanny would drag her back with a scowl. She used the allowance provided by Xia Shibai to buy lobster, abalone, and bird’s nest for herself, while feeding the growing girl nothing but rice porridge.

If Xia Yaozhou disobeyed, she was starved, threatened, or locked in solitary confinement.

While Auntie Lin was the culprit behind the girl’s inability to trust others, the original owner wasn’t innocent either. Obsessed with her career, she had abandoned a child entirely to a stranger, failing her duties as a guardian.

The thought of the “little milk bun” in the book, crying her lungs out for her mom while the frustrated nanny pounded on the door and screamed insults, made Xia Shibai’s chest tighten. The phantom pain of those “punishment cycles” was so sharp she had to press her hand against her aching heart.

She wanted to send Auntie Lin to the police station right now.

Having such a venomous person as a live-in nanny was a disaster. Xia Yaozhou was just a child who happened to be the target, but people like this would bully anyone—be it a slow-witted adult or a frail elderly person. Auntie Lin was the type who bullied the weak to gain a sense of power and easy wealth.

Xia Shibai’s teeth itched with hatred.

“President Xia? President Xia?” The driver brought the car to a smooth stop in front of the company building. After waiting a while and hearing no movement from the boss who had insisted on returning to the office to work, he grew nervous.

The driver peeked cautiously through the rearview mirror. Seeing Xia Shibai covered in a fine sweat, her bangs stuck to her pale face, he forgot about her usually cold and harsh temperament. He asked worriedly: “President Xia, should I take you straight to the Fifth Central Hospital nearby? Your complexion hasn’t looked right since you left the banquet.”

In the back seat, Xia Shibai struggled to regulate her breathing, pressing down on her throbbing stomach.

Just thinking about Auntie Lin’s abuse had made her blood boil. She hadn’t realized the original owner’s body was in such poor condition; a little anger made her organs feel like overworked, aging industrial machines, clanking and groaning in protest against the high-stress environment.

Xia Shibai waved her hand, her voice thin but firm. She frowned as she gave the driver new instructions.

“Forget the office. Send me back to the Xia family ancestral house.” Xia Shibai looked out at the dark skyscrapers. Her hand remained tight against her stomach, but her heart was desperate to fly to the side of her “miniature daughter”—the character she had spent five months rooting for.

“There is something much more important than seeing a doctor that I need to do personally.”

This time, she would never let her “daughter” wander down that path of the “pitiful female support.” She wouldn’t let her sacrifice her life for some illusory “love.”

Goodbye, endless, soul-crushing work!

Goodbye, idiot author who only knows how to torment characters!

Xia Shibai is here now. Do you think I’ll let anyone bully my kid?