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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 · Urbain
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304 Chs

Chapter 168: Slandering Shen Mingzhu for Seduction

Translator: 549690339

Shen Mingzhu opened the door and was slightly surprised to see Zhou Shuhuan standing outside.

"Shuhuan, what's the matter?"

Zhou Shuhuan looked at Shen Mingzhu inside the door and was momentarily lost for words.

Although he frequently saw her, Shen Mingzhu was always neatly dressed. Her hair was tidily combed, and occasionally she wore light makeup, exuding a delicate beauty that seemed appropriate whether she was heavily or lightly made up.

But the Shen Mingzhu before him now was starkly different from the one he was used to seeing.

Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, she wore a sleeveless yellow nightgown, with her wet hair draped over her shoulders, revealing two sections of her white, lotus-like arms.

The palm-sized face was so lustrous it resembled a ripe peach, her apricot eyes clear and bright as if washed by water.

She was a natural beauty, unadorned and pure.

The phrase spontaneously popped into Zhou Shuhuan's mind.

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