His Genius Wife is a Superstar (Web Novel)

"Mommy, this is super-duper to the highest level hard and tiring but it's also super-duper to the highest level fun! Whoop whoop! I wish we saw that Eagle poopoo-head's expression when I told him 'gotcha' and showed off my mighty roar of justice! Mwahahahaha! Ketchup's cute and mighty self feels so satisfied with my performance. I can't wait to tell Daddy everything! Daddy is surely gonna be super-duper to the highest level proud of Mommy and us kitty babies. Meow!" The fluffy white cat AI was jumping all around in excitement, her green eyes glowing brightly. "Oh Bacon, do you want to hear the cute and mighty Ketchup's awesome roar again? Meow~"

The fluffy black cat AI only gave his older sister an unimpressed side glance. "If it was Bacon, I would've jacked up the volume to the maximum so that those Eagle bastards would turn deaf after roaring at them. Only then would I feel satisfied with my performance."

"Oh! The cute and mighty Ketchup didn't think of that! My little kitty brother is so smart! Smart in a villain way just like Uncle Hao Hao! Bacon, you should share that kind of awesome ideas to your cute and mighty big sister in advance. Meow~"

Then Ketchup suddenly paused and whipped her little fluffy head to her younger brother. "Oh no, Bacon! You said a bad word! Uh-oh! Bacon's gonna get in trouble with Daddy again! Meow~"

The black cat AI turned his head away. "Bacon doesn't know what Big Sister Ketchup is talking about."

"The cute and mighty Ketchup heard Bacon say Eagle 'bastards'! Daddy put that in our bad words list. We kitty babies can't say that or Daddy will ground us. How sad! Meow~"

"Did Bacon say that? I don't remember."

"Meow? Bacon, you naughty, little liar! Uncle Dom, Uncle Lin Lin, you heard Ketchup's little kitty brother say the bad word, right? Meow~"

Jin Chonglin's eyes turned blank upon being asked directly by his weird…fake but acted like a real cat…niece. Argh! He was witnessing such an unbelievable marvel with his own eyes but his brain was too slow to catch up. As a result, he could only stare like a stupid idiot at…she said her name was Ketchup, right? A white cat named Ketchup…dammit! Such a horrible mismatch was messing with his brain even more!

Fortunately, Dom responded, saving poor Jin Chonglin from coming up with a way to respond to all this weirdness. [Read official chapters on W e b n o v e l (dot) com. Please stop supporting piracy. Also follow author on Instagram: @arriacross]

"Baby Ketchup, how about we let it slide for Baby Bacon for now, okay?" Dom suggested. "Don't you feel sorry for your baby brother that your daddy is always grounding him? And Uncle Dom will be honest with you because honesty is the best policy. I also think that those Eagle people are bastards! Pweh! No, they're worse than bastards! They're vile terrorists for always attacking Jin Corporation! They're huge sons of bit—sons of the devil," he said in a hurry after seeing Iris, his boss, giving him a warning glance.

He coughed and gave Iris a sheepish smile. "Ehehehe. Excuse my language, boss. But you have to admit that I'm not wrong for feeling this way."

Iris sighed and shook her head but didn't say anything because she had no energy to spare doing unnecessary things right now. Her concentration was already stretched beyond her current condition's limit and it was taking a toll on her.

"How come 'poopoo-head' isn't included in the bad words list?" Bacon muttered under his breath. "Bacon is always being grounded but Big Sister Ketchup is usually safe whenever she says these questionable words. This feeling of unfairness is not classy."

Iris sighed again. She preferred leaving any disciplinary lectures on their AI children to her husband, so even though she felt sorry for leaving Bacon with an unresolved issue like this, she really didn't have the energy or the desire to explain things to him right now.

Instead she reminded them, "Concentrate, Ketchup, Bacon. We're not done here yet."

"Aye aye, Mommy! Roger! Meow!"

"Understood, Mother."

Iris bit her lip, a deep furrow forming between her perspiring brows, as she forced herself to maintain her focus. Sweat formed at the tip of her nose and chin before falling down the front of her shirt. Good thing that Dom was attentive and quickly wiped the sweat on her face and neck without blocking her sight.

"Bacon, what's the status of my request?"

"Shadow Winds already dispatched a team to the location that we obtained after breaching Eagle's defence. They will be at the hotel in 7 minutes, 23 seconds."

"Good." Iris wasn't really expecting that the dispatched Shadow Winds team would actually catch the Eagle hackers unless they were stupid. And she didn't think that they were stupid. In fact, based on their repeated clashes, the Eagle hackers were all smart and cunning, not to mention extremely daring. If they weren't, they wouldn't have given her AI children a hard time battling them without her help.

They must have already fled the scene. Nevertheless, if they fled in a hurry, they shouldn't have been able to bring everything that they used to fight the hacking battle against her and her AI children. Their computers should all be fried due to the power flood, but she still wanted to retrieve the devices and examine them herself.

As the one who developed the theory of power flood, which she had been secretly working on ever since she was still a student at Cross Academy as Evelina in her past life, she was well aware of its effects. Hence, she also devised various ways to deal with those effects.

Logically speaking, the theory of power flood should be an impossibility, especially when the source of additional power came from a foreign and remote place that belonged to a completely separate and different electrical power system.

But who was she?

She was a certified genius who successfully graduated from Cross Academy in her past life as Evelina Vetrova and then once again became an enrolled student in the same legendary school in her new life as Iris Long.

Cross Academy shunned the concept and the word "impossible" from their vocabulary. To them, just accepting the idea of impossibility was already placing a limit on oneself.