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

"What are you doing?"

At night, after taking a bath, Shen Mingzhu returned to the bedroom and saw Pei Yang hunched over the vanity, writing something, and couldn’t help but lean in curiously.

Pei Yang handed her what he had written, his gaze sweeping over her fair neck and shoulders, and he inhaled softly through his nose.

"Did you change your soap? It smells good."

"Yeah, the previous bar fell into the toilet drain, so I opened a new one."

Seeing her read the content on the paper seriously, Pei Yang reached out to hook her waist, pulling her in front of him and asked with a face upturned, "Do you see anything?"

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him, "Aren’t these companies notorious and blacklisted for non-cooperation?"

Pei Yang’s large hand tenderly caressed her waist, "Weren’t you trying to track down a spy? Use them as a touchstone."

Shen Mingzhu suddenly understood.

"How about it? The idea I thought of is pretty good, right?"