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

Upon exiting the dance hall, Shen Baolan, as usual, prepared to hail a taxi, but before she could raise her hand, a rickshaw came to a stop in front of her.

"Madam, would you like a ride on the rickshaw?"

"How much to Ruifeng Garden?"

"One yuan and fifty cents."

Hearing the price, Shen Baolan without a word climbed into the rickshaw.

Nighttime wasn’t like daytime; the daytime was hot, and riding in a rickshaw could peel a layer of skin off one’s body.

The night was cool, and riding in a rickshaw turned out to be more pleasant than a taxi, and what’s more, it only cost one yuan and fifty cents, whereas a taxi would cost three or four yuan.

Shen Baolan was blissfully enjoying the breeze when suddenly the rickshaw took a turn and veered into a secluded alley.

"Hey, hey, you’ve gone the wrong way!"

No sooner had Shen Baolan spoken than the rickshaw came to a halt.