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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 113: An Encounter with Yan Yi, Slapping the Face of a Provocative Customer

Translator: 549690339

The speakers were two young women sitting next to Shen Mingzhu and her son. Judging by their age and attire, they seemed to be female workers who had stepped into society.

Their voices were neither loud nor soft, and given the quiet environment of the restaurant, nearly everyone could hear them and looked over in their direction.

Compared to the other tables, laden with an array of high-end dishes, the mother and son's table appeared particularly empty and shabby.

Two glasses of lemon water, a large plate of bread slices, one green salad.

Apart from the salad, everything else was complimentary.

For a moment, all eyes that fell upon the mother and son carried a sense of peculiarity and mockery, and many even whispered and laughed at them.

In this situation, most people would likely be so embarrassed they couldn't lift their heads, but Shen Mingzhu was no ordinary person.

She picked up a slice of bread, heavily coated with butter sauce, and handed it to Pei Ziheng.