Chapter 1 — Baby Vengeance

When I was a month old, my mother's best friend gave me a "baby language translation" app. She recorded my cry for three seconds, and a line of text immediately appeared on the screen. "Your diaper is wet, your back is so uncomfortable." Mom took off the towel to check and discovered that was indeed the case. Over the next few months, this application "accurately" met all my needs. My proud father and weak, gentle mother trust this application more and more. Until one day, dad came home early, and the app showed these words. "The strange uncle who often kisses me, why doesn't he come anymore?" "When mom and that uncle were at home, mom laughed happily." Dad, through my "words", determined that mom was having an affair, and I was an illegitimate child. My mother and I were kicked out of the house with nothing, and eventually died on the street. As for her mother's best friend, she took the opportunity to step in and become a wealthy lady. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day my mom's best friend brought an app to our house. …… “The baby said, the diaper is wet, my back is so uncomfortable.” Lam Thu Dao raised the phone, the text appeared on the screen again. Mom took off the towel and looked at it, it was really wet. "Oh my god, this app is so magical?" Mom widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief. Lam Thu Dao smiled gently and properly, passing the phone over. "Nien Niem, this is an internal testing product of my friend about AI. There are only ten slots globally, I specially reserved one slot for your baby." "In the future, when the baby cries, you only need to record three seconds to know what he wants." My father, Quy Nghien Chau, came out of the office, glanced at the phone interface, slightly raised his eyebrows. "An application that can understand and listen to the baby." do newborns talk?" "Nien Chau, don't believe it." Mother patted father's arm: "What he said was correct just now." I lay wrapped in a towel and looked at everything before my eyes, my heart suddenly tightening. Memories of my past life came rushing back like a tide. This app has ruined everything for me and my mother. In my previous life, my mother believed in this application without any doubt. Every time I cry, my mother records it, and whatever appears on the screen she immediately follows. My reactions matched the recording every time. Gradually, whatever appeared on the screen, my mother believed it. Dad, who was always careful, saw such a situation and began to believe it. As for Lam Thu Dao, her mother's best friend since childhood, she always appears at a "critical moment". The day I turned five months old. Dad came home early from the company, Lam Thu Dao "coincidentally" was a guest in the house. As soon as I cried, she immediately took out her phone to record. A line of text appeared on the screen. "The strange uncle who often kisses me, why doesn't he come anymore?" "When mom and that uncle were at home, she smiled happily." Dad's face immediately darkened. My mother couldn't explain it with all her words. She cried and said she had never committed adultery. But Lam Thu Dao next to him had red eyes and said softly: "Nim Niem, children won't lie... AI can't." Dad did a paternity test, the results showed that I was not his daughter. Later I learned that the inspection report was fake. It was Lam Thu Dao who bribed the appraisal facility. My mother carried me and was kicked out of the house empty-handed, my honor swept to the ground. We moved into the basement in the village area of the city. During the day, my mother worked three jobs, but at night she was so tired that she couldn't even swallow rice. In the winter of my third year, the basement had a gas leak. Mom used the only wet towel to cover my face, but she couldn't support herself until the ambulance arrived. As for me, I was taken to an orphanage and at the age of six was adopted by a couple. The adoptive father is an alcoholic, the adoptive mother is cold. After that, my foster father got drunk and pushed me down the stairs, my head hitting the cement floor. The moment I died, I finally remembered everything when I was alive

is a newborn. That application is basically not an AI translator at all. Each "translation result" is pre-edited by Lam Thu Dao. From the beginning, she planned this trap. But now… I have returned. Lam Thu Dao was still smiling and talking to her mother, introducing the functions of the application. I clenched my tiny fist. This time, I will absolutely not let you be complacent. I took a deep breath and cried loudly. 2I cried until my heart and liver were torn apart. Mom quickly picked me up and gently patted my back. "What's wrong, baby, don't cry." Lam Thu Dao immediately came over and held up her phone to record me for three seconds. The screen displays a line: "I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." But I just finished drinking milk and my stomach is still full. Mom was a little hesitant. "She just finished eating less than twenty minutes ago..." Lam Thu Dao smiled: "Maybe she wasn't full just now? Babies sometimes eat a lot, sometimes eat a little." Mom tried to breastfeed me, but I desperately turned my head to avoid it. I'm not hungry! I'm not hungry at all! I'm crying because you guys can't believe this app! But I was only a month old, I couldn't say a word. All the anger and impatience could only turn into resounding cries. Dad stood right next to me. He looked at my crying appearance and frowned. "It doesn't look like hunger." A look of unnaturalness flashed across Lam Thu Dao's face, then he smiled again. "Maybe this time the environment is a bit noisy, affecting the recognition accuracy. After all, it's still an internal test." Dad didn't say anything, but I saw a trace of scrutiny in his eyes. The first step was right, making dad suspicious of this app. But Lam Thu Dao is even more cunning than I thought. For the next few days, she ran to the house every day, under the pretense of helping my mother take care of the child. She clearly understands the rules of my life. When to change diapers, when to breastfeed, when to cry because of bloating. She then pre-edited the corresponding “translation” in the application. I tried to control myself from crying. She said I was hungry, so I couldn't help but cry. She said I was sleepy, so I desperately opened my eyes. But she has plenty of ways. One time, while changing my clothes, she quietly stuffed a small thread into my sock. That thread stuck between my toes, itching and stinging. I held it for three minutes. But a newborn's nerves are ten times more sensitive than an adult's, and that itchy feeling spreads like it covers the sky and the earth. Finally I couldn't help it and burst into tears. Lam Thu Dao immediately took out her phone. The screen appears: "There's something in my sock, my feet are so uncomfortable." Mom took off her sock and sure enough found that thread. “Oh my god!” Mom took a deep breath. "How can a thread this small be said?" This time Dad also wavered a bit. "That's pretty accurate." I was so angry that my whole body was shaking, that thread was put in by her! But I have no evidence and can't open my mouth. After this incident, Lam Thu Dao was even more unscrupulous. She continuously created all kinds of small situations, then used the "accurate translation" app. When mixing milk and intentionally setting the water temperature two degrees higher, the app displays "milk too hot". She secretly folded the towel behind my back to a hard corner, and the app displayed "my back is uncomfortable." Every time, after my mother checked, she discovered "that's right". Once, twice, five times, ten times. Mother's eyes turned from surprise to dependence. Dad's attitude turned from doubt to acceptance. "Nien Niem, this application is truly a magical tool to raise children!" Mom excitedly pulled dad's hand. “As soon as the baby cried, I panicked. Now I have this, it's like being hacked. Dad looked at the phone, no longer doubting. "That's quite a bit of bravery." Lam Thu Dao modestly waved his hand:

“It's okay for Niem Niem to be happy, I just want the little cotton shirt to be more comfortable.” I lay in my mother's arms, looking at Lam Thu Dao's gentle and harmless face, a chill ran down my spine. The previous life was the same. She first uses small, unimportant things to build a high wall of trust. Wait for the trust value to fully increase... She will release a real bomb. On the eleventh day, dad came home from work. Lam Thu Dao came to visit with her groceries and greeted her father with a smile. "Nien Chau, you've had a hard time working." That tone, those eyes, her mother didn't detect at all. But I see clearly. In Lam Thu Dao's eyes when she looked at her father, there was greed, possessiveness, and determination to have it. What she aimed for was never close friendship. What she was aiming for was the Quy family. It's my father. That night, my stomach was so bloated and painful that I broke out in a cold sweat. Lam Thu Dao was always waiting by his side, with a hunter-like patience in his eyes. I tried my best to endure it, gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound. But she walked up to me, pretending to help me cover the blanket, her fingers gently pressing on my stomach. I screamed in agony. Lam Thu Dao finished recording, on the screen appeared: "Today an uncle came to the house, he is tall and handsome, not like dad." Mom was stunned for a moment. "Which uncle?" Lam Thu Dao also made a confused face. "Nien Niem, has any other man come to your house recently? Maybe you remembered wrong." "No..." Mom shook her head, not taking it too seriously. But Dad raised his head and looked at Mom one more time. Mom didn't notice, but I did. The seed of doubt was sown.3After that, I tried every counterattack I could think of. Every time Lam Thu Dao took out my phone to prepare to record, I desperately forced myself to stay silent. One time my mother held me and talked to me, Lam Thu Dao came over, her fingers secretly reaching towards my back waist. She wanted to pinch me. I immediately turned over, my whole body snuggling into my mother's arms. Lam Thu Dao's hand missed the shot. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Oh, today the baby is so full of energy, turning over is so agile." I lay face down on my mother's chest, my heart beating like a drum. This time it was avoided. But Lam Thu Dao will not only have one move. Another week passed, because of a project, my father continuously worked overtime and didn't come home for five days straight. Lam Thu Dao almost moved into our house, staying by her mother's side every day. "Nien Niem, you've worked so hard, I'll take care of the baby tonight, you should sleep well." Mom was so touched that her eyes turned red. "Thu Dao, really thank you, you are closer than siblings." Hearing this sentence, my stomach churned. Siblings? She is a charm for my mother's life. At midnight that night, my mother was asleep and Lam Thu Dao carried me in the living room. With no one looking, she didn't need to disguise herself anymore. She lowered her head to look at me, her eyes cold. "Little thing, you've been intentionally not crying lately, right?" Her fingers squeezed the soles of my feet, slowly applying force. It hurts so much. But I bit my lip, stubbornly, not making a sound. Lam Thu Dao's eyes changed, carrying a sinister look. "Not crying, right?" She let go and took out a needle from her pocket. Gently stab my heel. This time I couldn't bear it. I cried. She immediately raised her phone. But while crying, I desperately kicked my foot, and one kick hit her wrist. The phone was unsteady and almost slipped out of my hand. Lam Thu Dao quickly grabbed it and frowned. The recording is still complete. On the screen appeared: "During the day, mom was holding a package delivered by a man. That man even touched my face." She happily put away the phone and said in a low voice to herself: "Let your dad see tomorrow." My whole body was cold.