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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.

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Chapter 72: What does your inability to chase a wife have to do with me?

Dịch giả: 549690339

At dinner time, Zhou Shuhuan was quite surprised to see the seat next to him was empty.

Ever since she got pregnant, Shen Baolan had an extraordinarily good appetite, always the fastest one to the dinner table. Sometimes by the time he sat down, Shen Baolan had already finished half a bowl of rice.

Today, however, was quite the anomaly.

"Where's Baolan?"

While scooping rice, Zhou Shuhuan asked casually.

Ma Sufen, with a pained expression on her aged face, gestured with her mouth towards the room, "She's inside, mumbling all day long, acting as if she's been possessed."

Zhou Quanxiong remarked, "She might be sick, right? Shuhuan, go take a look. If she's really feeling unwell, she should visit the clinic. Don't let the child in her belly catch any illness."

Zhou Shuhuan put down his chopsticks and got up to return to the room.

As soon as he entered, he heard Shen Baolan lying flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, murmuring, "Why is it different now?"