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

Although Shen Baolan succeeded in vexing Shen Mingzhu, her mood wasn’t much improved.

Three thousand four hundred yuan, just thinking about how much money Mingzhu had made left a burning discomfort in her, as if being scalded by hot oil.

When could she ever earn that much money?

Zhou Shuhuan had been in good spirits due to successes at work recently and, feeling unusually amorous, he wanted to get intimate with Shen Baolan. Usually, Baolan was very cooperative and proactive, but that night she was distracted.

He huffed and puffed for a long time, but Shen Baolan was unresponsive like a log, leading to his frustration and disappointment, and he ended things abruptly.

Shen Baolan, preoccupied with thoughts of money, failed to notice her husband’s dejection. "Shuhuan, you should start a business, too. If Mingzhu can make money by fluke, you can definitely do better than her," she suggested.

Zhou Shuhuan, already displeased because his excitement wasn’t fulfilled, felt his irritation flare upon hearing Shen Baolan’s unreasonable demand.

"That’s easy for you to say, but doesn’t doing business require capital? Where is that capital supposed to come from?" he retorted.

Shen Baolan disagreed, "Ask your mother for it. The money you and dad earn has always been in her hands, and after saving for so many years, she must have amassed a few tens of thousands, right?"

Zhou Shuhuan sat up in bed and began to sarcastically calculate with her.