Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Wang Qiuling felt her spirits plummet to the depths every time she thought about the faces of Yan Xiqing, Yan Dongsheng, and Yan Jinhao when they found out.

Her well-maintained white hands clenched tightly, veins bulging. Her gentle face, now lacking any outsiders around, twisted and deformed her originally beautiful features in anger.

Since she had given birth to Qiusheng, it had been over thirty years since she last felt aggrieved. Even her husband, being much younger than him in their May-December marriage, though not as close as her cousin, had always maintained her dignity.

Now, being treated like this by Yan Jinsu, Wang Qiuling, who originally had no fondness for Yan Jinsu, felt even more disdain.

"Indeed, she is uncultured, those who grow up wild just don’t turn out right!" A fire ignited in Wang Qiuling’s heart, and she suddenly remembered the former Miss Yan Family—

Yan Jinsu feared that taking the children out and returning home downtrodden would lead to Nanny Chen and the others thinking too much.

"Brother Chen, is there any place around here where we can have fun and eat?"