COL+Jin Gao

Zhouzhou was born with a lack of fortune, and after eating the Taoist temple into bankruptcy, she was finally driven down the mountain to beg for food. But inadvertently, she found a long-term source of sustenance.

After adopting little Zhou Zhou, Madam Qin immediately sent a message to her youngest son, "Look, you have a daughter!"

Qin Lie, who was supposed to be delighted at becoming a father, remained expressionless and said, "Send her away."

The young tyrants of the Qin family, who were supposed to be happy about having a little sister, looked disdainful and said, "We don't want her. She only knows how to cry, not fun at all."

Even the Qin family's arch-enemies were eagerly waiting to see Zhouzhou bankrupt the Qin family.

However, Qin Lie signed contracts every day until his hands were sore, and the Qin family thrived, securing their position as the wealthiest family. Even the crippled seventh brother of the Qin family became able to run and jump.

At a banquet, the young tyrants of the Qin family surrounded Zhouzhou, trying to please her.

"Sister, we'll give you all the delicious food!"

"Sister, what kind of story do you want to hear today? Brother will tell you!"

Qin Lie walked straight over, picked up the little girl, and glanced coldly at his nephews, declaring ownership, "She's my daughter!"

After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

In a tea house in the capital city, a person suddenly slammed his hand on the table and angrily said, "I can't live like this anymore! I want a divorce!"


"I want one too! So what if we're married-in sons-in-law? Does being a married-in son-in-law mean we can be treated like nothing?" another person chimed in.


"Exactly! If it weren't for us doing all the housework and taking care of the kids, would these women have such successful careers?"


These words immediately sparked a wave of agreement, and the room was filled with complaints about the grievances they had suffered over the years at home.


Just as the conversation became heated, the door suddenly opened, and a man in a suit entered.


"Sorry, I was late. I had to pick up my kid from school," Qin Er said calmly as he walked in, holding his three-year-old daughter in one arm.


The Tea Party of the Son-in-Laws in the Beijing Circle