The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 282: The First Time Seeing Rhys Quinn Talk So Much

It wasn’t just Naomi who was surprised; the livestream chat was also abuzz with shock.

[Rhys Quinn? Is that really Rhys Quinn? I’m not seeing things, am I? Is that the famously arrogant creative genius, Rhys Quinn?]

[It really is Rhys Quinn. He has the official verification badge.]

[Judging by the background, looks like another day of Rhys Quinn being forced to make a public appearance.]

[How many big shots in the entertainnt industry does our Nina know? I’m floored. Even Rhys Quinn agreed to a call...]

...

"Good afternoon," Rhys Quinn said.

"Good afternoon. I didn’t expect you to agree to a call. It’s an honor."

Rhys Quinn chose his words carefully. "I see you’re selling waterlons. I’m actually quite interested. My mother is from X Province."

Naomi was slightly surprised, only now noticing that his features were indeed a little more defined and deep-set than most people’s. "What a coincidence."

"Are you filming a show?" Suddenly, Rhys Quinn’s gaze fell upon Ian, whom Naomi was holding. He frowned slightly. "Who’s this kid? Why are you holding him? How old is he?"

Naomi smiled, introducing him with a proud tone. "This is my son, Ian. He’s four years old. Isn’t he adorable?"

Naomi looked down again. "Ian, this is Uncle Quinn."

But Ian seed not to understand, simply staring at Rhys Quinn on the screen with wide eyes. ’He didn’t really like this uncle, because this uncle was always staring intently at his mommy.’

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Naomi didn’t press him and just continued to say with a smile, "My son is very cute and smart."

Rhys Quinn coughed lightly. His raven-black eyelashes drooped, and his complexion was pale, as if he hadn’t seen the sun in ages. He struggled to digest this fact, finally understanding the aning behind Naomi’s strange livestream account na.

He murmured, still unable to accept it:

"So... you have a son."

Naomi didn’t understand his reaction. "I know I look young, but he’s my son, biologically. The show we’re on right now is a parenting variety show."

"My apologies, I don’t usually follow entertainnt news," Rhys Quinn said. He studied Ian Shaw carefully, searching for a complint. "Your son looks a lot like you."

mories of Ms. Kenway tutoring him resurfaced. She had once told him that the inspiration for her creative work ca from the person she loved most—her daughter. She said her daughter was the most beautiful princess, a treasure sent from heaven, an angel who healed all her sorrows.

Back then, a young and inexperienced Rhys Quinn had wondered what kind of amazing person could possibly live up to so much praise. He felt a flicker of curiosity toward this stranger he’d never t—and he was rarely curious about anything.

At a chance audition, he recognized Naomi. Ms. Kenway’s daughter was indeed as brilliant and dazzling as her mother had described.

But before they could even formally work together, he’d learned she already had a son. A strange, inexplicable lancholy settled in his heart, and Rhys Quinn didn’t know why.

Rhys Quinn reined in his thoughts and said earnestly, "His eyes are a lot like yours."

Naomi paused. "I actually think Ian’s eyes are more like his father’s."

"Really? I’ve never t his father. I just think both of you have very bright, expressive eyes. Your son’s are a little rounder."

No mother is ever uninterested in talk about her son. She thought back carefully before replying, "Thank you. Your eyes are very beautiful, too."

[Why do I get the feeling Rhys Quinn looked a little disappointed just now, at the exact mont he heard Nina had a kid?]

[I’m kinda starting to ship them for so reason, but it’s dood from the start. A tragic pairing.]

[Nina is twenty-eight, so it’s normal for her to have a kid. But she looks so young, I’d believe you if you told she was still in college!]

[Such a sha. I really thought we’d see him finally fall for soone.]

[Fall for soone? I hope he just focuses on his music. Dating and marriage can wait. He’s still so young; his energy should be focused on creating. If he starts dating, I’ll stop being a fan. I’m not kidding.]

[The comnt above is a bit extre. After all, Rhys Quinn isn’t an idol; he’s a real, talented singer-songwriter. I feel like Quinn seems pretty lonely most of the ti. I hope he finds his happiness.]

[Quinn’s Mom is from X Province? We’re from the sa place!]

...

While chatting, Naomi didn’t lose sight of her goal. In the background, sales continued to climb steadily.

Bringing her attention back to the screen, Naomi asked, "Since your mother is from X Province, Mr. Quinn, you must have tried the waterlons from there, right?"

"Just call Rhys. Mr. Quinn sounds strange."

"Alright, Rhys."

"I eat waterlons from X Province all the ti..."

Just as Naomi was about to segue into her sales pitch, he began to praise them himself. "I rember the waterlons being incredibly sweet. I like the ones with that grainy, crystalline texture. They’re essential for beating the sumr heat; I think about them every year. And I recognize the region you’re selling from—it’s very famous in X Province. My mother loves the waterlons from her hotown. She always says that no matter where else you get them, they’re never as sweet as the ones from back ho."

After he finished, Rhys took a sip of his coffee.

Rhys was usually a man of few words, and this was the first ti Naomi had ever heard him say so much at once. She realized a mont later that he was helping her sell the waterlons.

[Whoa, that’s the first ti I’ve ever heard Rhys Quinn talk so much. I thought I was imagining things.]

[Hahaha, this is so rare! Pigs must be flying!]

[His mom likes the waterlons from X Province, too? Then I have to buy one and try it.]

...

Rhys’s promotion was incredibly effective. Twenty thousand waterlons sold out in an instant. A huge part of the audience who missed out started clamoring for Naomi to release another batch.

Naomi had a staff mber add another thirty thousand.

Rhys’s influence was staggering. In the ti it took for him to lower his head and sip his coffee, the thirty thousand units sold out again.

[Please add more! I really want to try a waterlon from X Province!]

[I’ve never seen Rhys Quinn praise a waterlon like that before. I have to try one!]

[To be fair, the waterlons from X Province really are sweet, and the price is pretty good. Everyone should buy one to try. This celebrity endorsent seems legit.]

[I can’t believe I’m seeing my hotown on here! I’m from that village! My dad told that our waterlons really weren’t selling. It’s heartbreaking to see them rot in the fields, and my dad often gets so worried he can’t even eat. Thank you, Nina! And thank you to everyone who bought one! The waterlons from X Province absolutely will not disappoint. I can guarantee it!]

...

Naomi couldn’t help but look at Rhys with a hint of admiration. Seeing the stock was empty, a staff mber added another fifty thousand, which also showed as ’Sold Out’ just a mont later.

Many people in the comnts were still shouting for more waterlons. Noticing the staff mber beside her wasn’t doing anything, Naomi leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Why haven’t you restocked the shopping cart?"

The staff mber leaned in, their voice brimming with excitent. "We can’t! We’ve sold out of our entire stock!"