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

"Honey, calling at this time, what’s up?"

Pei Yang was filled with anticipation, he even had his sweet-talking tactics ready. Dai Mingfang was a connected client; he couldn’t refuse and had to stay in the company, but he had already transferred her to work in a store, rarely seeing her.

"Nothing much, I won’t be home for dinner tonight, just letting you know. Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute!"

Pei Yang, reluctant to let go, called out to her, "Don’t you have anything else to say to me?"

There was a two-second pause from Shen Mingzhu on the other end of the line, "Remember to give Fugui a bath tonight, and after that, comb its fur and apply some care oil."

After that, she hung up the call.

Pei Yang put down the phone feeling disgruntled, muttering to himself while driving, "Fugui, Fugui, always worrying about Fugui. Am I, a full-grown man, less important to her than a dog?"

Shen Mingzhu sneezed twice, thinking the air was dry. She got up, sprinkled some water on the towel over the heater to keep it moist, and then left her office for the bathroom.

On the way, she ran into Pei Qiuxia, who was also heading to the bathroom.