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.
——
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.

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

Back in the office, Shen Mingzhu called Pei Yang, "Did you buy those twenty microcomputers?"


"My brilliant wife guessed it all at once," he said.


Hearing the man's admission, Shen Mingzhu felt an expected sense of relief, "Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand?"


"This is supposed to be a surprise for you! Just like with our son, I wanted to give you an early birthday present. Do you like it?"


After finishing the call with Shen Mingzhu, Pei Yang took out a small notebook from the locked bottom drawer of his desk.


He opened it and neatly wrote down: April 6, 1995, owe son two hundred and sixty thousand yuan.


After writing, he gazed at the notebook's few but astonishing debt records, sighing deeply.


In other families, it's the son who owes the father money, but in their family, it's the other way around—the father owes the son, which is unheard of.


However, thinking of his wife's happiness upon receiving the "gift," his mood lifted again.


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