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

Shanghai City.

Shen Mingzhu propped her chin in her hands, gazing out of the window at the brilliant night scene, enraptured, when Pei Yang walked in from outside and sat down opposite her, looking out the window following her gaze.

"If you hate to leave, we can stay a couple more days so you can get enough of it," he said.

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him, "Have Guoguo and the others gone to bed?"

"Mhm, it’s almost eleven," Pei Yang tapped his watch, asking her with a smile, "Don’t you feel like sleeping?"

Shen Mingzhu straightened up, opened the notebook on the coffee table, and passed it to him.

It contained a detailed list of the costs to set up a freeze-dried production workshop, totaling just over a million.

Pei Yang looked at the summarized amount teasingly, "You were being modest when you said you barely had five hundred thousand left?"

Shen Mingzhu crossed her arms, propped her chin, and looked at him, "What do you think?"

Pei Yang closed the notebook and patted its surface twice with his large hand, his gaze warm and smiling.