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

"Xiaogao, you go wait for me in the car; I want to have a few words alone with her."

"Okay."

After sending Gao Hualiang away, Shen Baolan finally let down her guard and re-emerged with her spirited attitude:

"Shen Mingzhu, the wheel of fortune turns; what was up goes down and vice versa. A few years ago, you might have been a bit better off than me, but things are different now. My life is much better than yours."

"Houses, cars, shops, money, and even men—I have everything. For the second half of my life, I don’t need to do a thing, just lie back and enjoy my blessings."

As she spoke, she stared at Shen Mingzhu’s face, wanting to see jealousy and envy on it.

That was indeed her main reason for coming to see Shen Mingzhu today.

For years she had been outshone by Shen Mingzhu, and it had nearly suffocated her. Finally, it was her turn to hold her head high. She also wanted Shen Mingzhu to taste what it was like to be one down.

"Shen Baolan, can you stop parading around in front of me in the future? I really have no interest in your affairs. You take your sunny path, and I’ll cross my log bridge. It’s best if we don’t interfere with each other."

Shen Baolan curled her lip. "Shen Mingzhu, you must be so sour inside, aren’t you? I can understand you—struggling to run factories and do business only to find that you’re not even as well off as me, someone who does nothing."