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

After lulling her daughter to sleep, Shen Mingzhu felt the room was eerily quiet.

Turning around, she saw Pei Yang slumped against the headboard, already deep in slumber.

Gazing at the faint dark circles under the man’s eyelids, Shen Mingzhu’s heart filled with pity. She stepped forward to pull up the thin blanket to cover him, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing it was her, the surprise and wariness in Pei Yang’s eyes dissipated, replaced by a softness.

Shen Mingzhu draped the blanket over him and whispered, "You should sleep for a while, I’ll wake you up for lunch."

Perhaps unaccustomed to their new home, Little Guoguo had been quite fussy these last two nights, especially around two or three in the morning, always crying, disrupting everyone’s sleep.

She might be able to rest during the day, but Pei Yang had to get up early to buy groceries, and after shopping, he had to rush to the food factory to deal with reports and organize work, then hurry back to deliver the groceries.

Pei Yang tugged at her, pulling her onto the bed and holding her in his embrace, "Stay with me for a while."

Shen Mingzhu raised her eyes to look at him, her fingers involuntarily stroking his chin dusted with a light stubble, "Why didn’t your uncle come back when we got married?"

With his eyes closed, Pei Yang answered, "My uncle was no good when he was young, committed a lot of foolish deeds, and didn’t have a good reputation among relatives. After going to Hong City, he never came back."