Seven Queens

[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.
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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!
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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.

The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

In the darkness, a man's voice rang out.


Shen Mingzhu turned her head and, borrowing the dim moonlight filtering through the window screen, could vaguely see the gleam in the man's eyes.


"Did I disturb you? If so, you can go sleep in the next room," she replied in a muffled voice.


Pei Yang rolled over on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders, his gaze enveloping her, "If you don't want to sleep, we can do something else."


Shen Mingzhu pushed and shoved, "Stop it."


Pei Yang lay back down beside the bed with a bit of regret, and with a stretch of his long arm, he gathered her into his embrace.


It was already summer, and although the nighttime temperature was lower than during the day, embracing like this was still stuffy, especially since the man's body temperature was like a furnace.


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