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

With the clacking of high heels, a young girl with exceptional looks and aura entered from the foyer.

Her black hair, silky as satin, draped over her back, and she wore an off-the-shoulder blouse with lantern sleeves. A dazzling necklace hung around her slender neck, and her lower half was adorned with a fiery red skirt. On her feet were peep-toe high heels matching the skirt’s color, complemented by black silk stockings clinging to her long, straight legs.

In Shen Mingzhu’s eyes, this attire was a bit tacky, but it was quite the fashionable ensemble for the era, guaranteed to turn heads on the street.

"Why did you come?"

Upon seeing the young girl, Ning Yuan’s reaction lacked enthusiasm.

"Aunt Jing asked me to come."

Zhuang Xueqi answered with a hint of triumph, her fox-like eyes surveying Shen Mingzhu. Her voice was crisp and sweet, "Who are you? You were all talking so animatedly just now, what about?"

Zhuang Xueqi’s overt hostility allowed Shen Mingzhu to guess her identity.

"Hello, my last name is Shen. I’m here today to help Mr. Ning choose the candy styles for his wedding."

Zhuang Xueqi glanced at the wedding candy gift boxes on the coffee table, carelessly dropped her handbag onto the sofa, and sat down next to Ning Yuan, flipping her skirt casually.