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

"Mingzhu, if there’s anything you need help with, just ask. We’re friends, and I’ll do my utmost to assist you,"

"Qingqing, thank you,"

Moved, Shen Mingzhu squeezed Zhong Qing’s hand, then turned to her son and said, "Son, go sleep in my room for a bit, and keep an eye on your sister while I talk with Auntie Qingqing."

Pei Ziheng nodded understandingly and jumped off the stool heading to Shen Mingzhu’s bedroom.

Shen Mingzhu asked Sister Yu to brew a pot of tea while she and Zhong Qing went upstairs.

The terrace on the second floor was furnished with a small round table and wicker chairs, a favorite spot for Mingzhu to sit and rest with a cup of tea when she was idle.

Mingzhu called Qingqing not solely for assistance, but because she felt confused and feared her thoughts and plans might have flaws, and she wanted to discuss them with someone reliable.

"First, we can ascertain that the counterfeit spicy strips and dried tofu are not produced by our food factory. But such products don’t just appear out of thin air. Whether it’s vindictiveness or someone trying to fish in troubled water for ill-gotten gains, there must be a production den behind this."

"As long as we expose this production den and clear the food factory of the accusation of not meeting food safety standards, naturally, Pei Yang will be in the clear,"

Qingqing appreciated her reasoning and plan, "Let’s do that, then. Mingzhu, don’t hesitate to ask for my help if you need it."