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The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

[Delicate Wife VS Tough Guy, Spoiling Wife + Double Virtue + Raising Kids Daily Life] The foodie livestreamer Shen Mingzhu transmigrated into the role of a wicked stepmother from a bygone era's novel, becoming a contrasting figure to the village's Shen Baolan. Shen Baolan was kind and virtuous, treating her stepson as her own, while the original character was harsh and mean, either beating or scolding the stepson. Shen Baolan enjoyed her twilight years thanks to her promising stepson, whereas the original character was burned alive by her twisted and sinister stepson. In order to change the tragic outcome, Shen Mingzhu rolled up her sleeves, prepared to sort things out properly. —— Shen Baolan had a dream. The man she was about to marry would die half a year later, leaving her a widow with nothing, bound to lead a life of misery. Meanwhile, Shen Mingzhu, for having married the right man, became an enviable rich lady. Both from the same village, both becoming stepmothers to someone, why should Shen Mingzhu live a better life than her? She would marry the man Shen Mingzhu was married to, and live Shen Mingzhu's good life! —— Five years passed. Shen Mingzhu had become a college student, Shen Mingzhu's man didn't die but instead became a big boss, and Shen Mingzhu's stepson turned into a child prodigy. Shen Baolan, who pined for her husband to succeed, was still bitterly waiting for the day her man would rise to greatness.

Seven Queens · Urban
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Chapter 479: Teaching Shen Baolan a Lesson

Pei Yang's face was a canvas of displeasure, "Wear the watch I gave you."

Although Shen Mingzhu found the men's competition for favor both speechless and amusing, she still coaxed instinctively, "I'll wear yours tomorrow."

"Every day?"

Shen Mingzhu thought for a moment, "Tomorrow's Thursday, so I'll wear yours every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday."

"And Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday?"

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him without speaking, her expression clearly asking why he was fussing over details.

Pei Yang felt aggrieved, "Why does that little rascal get one more day than me? I don't accept this."

The two of them together acted no older than ten.

"So, you take the even days, and the son takes the odd ones, happy now?"

"I want the odd numbers."

Pei Yang was mentally doing the math; after all, the longer months had 31 days, and odd days outnumbered even ones by quite a few.

Shen Mingzhu reminded him, "Tomorrow's the 18th."