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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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320 Chs

Chapter 256: The Establishment of the Company

Translator: 549690339

"Not bad, son, you've grown another three centimeters,"

Pei Yang was quite pleased with Pei Ziheng's current height.

Three centimeters might not sound like much, but Pei Ziheng had measured his height just before New Year's Day, and he was one meter twenty-five then. It's been just over two months and he had grown another three centimeters, making his height now one meter twenty-eight.

Shen Mingzhu took a marker and neatly wrote the date on the one meter twenty-eight scale mark.

After writing, Shen Mingzhu affectionately pulled her son into her arms and pointed to the lowest date line on the wall with great joy on her face, "When mom first arrived, you were only this tall, and now you've grown so much, a full fifteen centimeters, son, you're doing great."

Pei Ziheng's bright black eyes fell on the gap between Shen Mingzhu's fingers as she measured his height, his lips curving into a pleased smile.

He had grown taller, which was wonderful.

Growing taller meant growing up.