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The president thought of his rabbit-like daughters at home.

He would do anything for his daughters who were precious enough that he would want their pain be inflicted to him, but behind that was the invisible hardship of real-life parenting. It couldn’t be described in a few words.

The president scrolled down. The comments below the photo mirrored his feelings.

└ Insane
└ 22
└ 3333
└ What did I just see? What is this?
└ An angel sharing food.
└ Isn’t it instinctive for kids to take food to their own mouth?
└ Sometimes they give. If it’s something they don’t like. But this is sacred.
└ 222
└ 333
└ Oh, crazy. Actress Ma is super pretty, but having such a sacred baby enhances the vibe.
└ She’s raising it because it’s cute?
└ But that cute child is also kind enough to share food.
└ Did you see them making eye contact? No joke.
The president exhaled deeply. Among the comments was the reaction he had been hoping for.
└ They say it’s an adopted child, but seeing this, it seems done out of love.
└ 222
└ 3333
└ Honestly, it’s personal stuff, so those who said otherwise are weird.
└ The hate comments were no joke.
└ People said she went crazy from the grief of losing her son. Let’s speak kindly.
└ Heard she went mad from the sorrow of losing her daughter too.
└ Eyes dripping with honey.
└ This is love.
└ 22 Even to outsiders, it’s love.
└ 33 It’s love no matter how you look at it.
The president tapped his mouse.

‘…Her image improved in an instant.’

The critical public opinion turned around in a flash. Occasionally there were hate comments, but they were immediately countered.

“Actress Ma.”

The president murmured as he looked at the monitor.

“Actress Ma.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. This was a rare occurrence in Ma Soo-jung’s acting career.

“Still though…”

The boss kept looking at the child’s photos. The more he looked, the more fascinated he became.
└ How can a child look like this?
└ How can someone be so cute?
└ And why does she laugh so well?

President Seo, known as the ‘top line’ in the entertainment industry, agreed with most of the comments. However, as a person involved in the business, there was one thing he found regrettable.

“Please, just discuss it with me!”

Ma Soo-jung, please. Ma Soo-jung. Just talk to me before you do something.

‘Well, even if I tried to stop you, you wouldn’t listen.’

President Seo lowered his head. No one would know.

“I’m just a figurehead after all!”

Well, he was somewhat involved for a figurehead. The beloved Ma Soo-jung, who had placed him in this position, did not interfere with the management.

But still.

“Ma Soo-jung, if you’re acting out because you hold the most shares… I’m a bit hurt.”

We could at least discuss it. Have you forgotten our loyalty from when we were rookies together?

“Please, at least say something.”

How can you go out without permission!

How can I find out about this later than the netizens!

He lamented, but there was no one to listen. President Seo shook his head.

‘Even if I said this in front of Ma Soo-jung, it would be useless.’

The likelihood of her just chuckling and brushing it off was high. Then she’d probably tell him to get back to work proudly.

“Please, just talk to me before you act!”

President Seo muttered as he rubbed his face with both hands.

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[A netizen who saw your cute appearance is touched]

[Love and Peace Coin increases by 1]

[A netizen who saw your adorable appearance is touched]

[Love and Peace Coin increases by 1]

[A member of Ma Soo-jung Fan Club: Garnet09 is touched by your appearance]

[Love and Peace Coin increases by 1]

The captions flashed by brilliantly.

‘It’s like I’m harvesting something.’

I looked on with satisfaction and muttered.

“Boo, boo, boo-boo!”

Hide the subtitles for a moment!

The subtitles quickly disappeared.

‘Good, very good.’

Had someone released the patches, as the captions suddenly appeared?

‘It’s rising smoothly.’

It felt like harvesting what I’d sown.

I hugged the mirror tightly. The plastic feel made me almost tear up.

‘I didn’t realize looking in the mirror would be this hard.’

Mom bought the mirror without looking at the price tag, but she didn’t let me keep it close.

‘Well, it’s dangerous if it breaks.’

Still, I didn’t realize it would be this hard to keep the mirror in my cradle.

‘It requires sweat and tears!’

I tightly hugged the mirror I had struggled to obtain. At this moment, it was so precious to me.

‘Every time they tried to take it away, I…’

I quietly looked up at the ceiling. Somewhere, a breeze blew, making the mobiles sway. And my heart swayed with them.

‘…cried.’

It was a strange feeling. Despite having performed numerous emotional scenes as a supporting actor, I had never acted as a crying baby.

Something hot surged within my chest, but I couldn’t help it. That was really the only way.

‘Crying at this age! I can count on one hand the times I’ve cried like this at this age!’

Every time they tried to take the mirror, I flailed and cried, so Mom and Auntie An seemed flustered and found a safe acrylic mirror.

I closed my eyes while looking at the mobile.

‘It’s not quite humiliating… but it’s close. What should I say… sigh.’

Ugh. It’s all because I can’t communicate. When will I be able to speak fluently?

‘I managed to say “mama” relatively easily.’

I tried saying the words I could manage.

“Mama! Mamma!”

That was all.

‘This is insane!’

I covered my face again. Of course, my hands were too small to cover it completely.

‘Apart from those, everything still comes out as boo-boo.’

It’s humiliating… I felt like crying. I took a deep breath.

‘I don’t know my exact age, but for such a small baby, I speak pretty well, right?’

As time goes by, will I naturally learn more words?

Is my development matching that of a typical baby?

But how would I know what a normal baby’s growth is like! I’ve never raised one!

‘By the way, how old am I even?’

I looked at my hands. They were fair and chubby, but from just looking at them, I couldn’t tell exactly how many months old I was.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t know my birthday.’

Should I just use the date Mom set?

As I was lost in these thoughts, I heard the sound of the door opening.

‘Is it Auntie An?’

But the person who entered was unexpected.

‘Huh.’

I involuntarily shouted.

‘Granny Hitler!’

Granny Hitler!

The granny with a cane frowned. Then she mumbled softly.

“Hitler?”

Huh. How did she understand that?

With a stern look, Granny approached.

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