The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era
Chapter 769 - 768: Seriously Ill

Chapter 769: Chapter 768: Seriously Ill

The moment their lips touched, both froze, seeing the disbelief in each other’s expressions and eyes.

Zhuang Xueqi pushed the person away, repeatedly wiping her lips with the back of her hand, and burst into a tirade:

"Ning Yuan, are you fucking sick?"

He actually despised her?

Zhuang Xueqi’s actions made Ning Yuan inexplicably annoyed. He was so handsome and rich; a simple gesture would have women throwing themselves at him. What right did she have to despise him?

"I’m sick, do you have medicine for it? Cure me then."

Zhuang Xueqi was so angry she was at a loss for words.

"I don’t care why you came here, but I’m telling you, if anything happens to you, I’ll definitely find a stepmother for Manman and Enbao!"

After saying that, she stomped down the stairs.

Zhuang Xueqi leaned against the wall, her chest heaving, her eyes slowly reddening.

It wasn’t out of sadness or grievance, but out of regret and anger.

She should have killed that cheap woman Ou Liya!

Feeling resentful, after glaring upward for a few seconds, Zhuang Xueqi dragged her tired body downstairs.

This was Ou Mu’s address; she had come to vent her fury on her.

Outside the apartment building, Ning Yuan had not left.

When Zhuang Xueqi walked past the Bugatti, he rolled down the window, "Get in, I’ll take you back."

Zhuang Xueqi looked at him for two seconds, then said, "I’ll drive, you get in the passenger seat."

"Why?"

"Your driving is too bad."

Ning Yuan had an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" "Fine, let’s see how good your driving is."

Ning Yuan opened the car door, got out, and walked around the tail of the car to the other side.

Before his hand even touched the door handle, the Bugatti shot off like an arrow released from a bow, leaving a far stunned Ning Yuan covered in exhaust fumes.

"Fuck!"

Zhuang Xueqi didn’t return to Mingyuan but drove the car to a construction site seized from the Zhuang Family.

Several excavators and bulldozers were parked in the empty space of the factory.

Zhuang Xueqi found the heaviest excavator, pressed the gas pedal, and crashed into it.

"Bang!"

The Bugatti’s front end hit the bucket of the excavator and immediately dented in.

Reversing, then pressing the gas pedal again.

Another bang, and the Bugatti’s front end shrank even more.

Ten minutes later, Zhuang Xueqi walked out of the construction site feeling refreshed and airy.

The Bugatti she left behind was unrecognizable.

Back at Mingyuan.

Ning Yuan was standing at the gate with his arms crossed, obviously having waited for quite some time.

Seeing Zhuang Xueqi return by taxi, he rushed up: "Where’s the car, where did you hide my car?"

"If you want your car, go find it yourself."

After staring at her slender figure for a while, Ning Yuan snorted, "Find it myself? I’ll find it, I’m sure I can find it."

However, when he found the car, he wished he hadn’t.

After all, no car lover could look at their beloved wreck reduced to a heap of scrap metal without feeling an inordinate amount of pain.

The pain was genuine, but somehow it didn’t seem to hurt that much.

After calling someone to take care of the wrecked Bugatti, Ning Yuan didn’t return to Mingyuan to settle the score with Zhuang Xueqi, instead, he went to a bar to drink.

As soon as he sat down, women flocked to him, trying to cozy up.

"Fuck off, if you’re ugly, don’t bother people by coming out."

Ning Yuan was obedient like a grandson at home and when facing Yan Yi, but in public, he was a true prince, foul-mouthed with a bad temper.

Probably determined to cling to him, the woman wasn’t chased off by the insults, but instead giggled coquettishly:

"Young Master Ning, where am I ugly, huh?"

"From head to toe, ugly."

Not even comparable to a single hair on that shrew.

He paused with the drink at his lips. No, why was he comparing her to Zhuang Xueqi?

Dammit, he was really sick; better drink a couple to steady his nerves.

The fiery alcohol scorched down his throat, yet his heart warmed slightly.

That shrew’s lips were quite soft actually, with a faint hint of chocolate flavor.

"Hey you, come here."

Seeing Ning Yuan beckon, the woman thought she had a chance and happily wiggled her butt over, just to be glared at by Ning Yuan:

"Stand up, I’ve got a question for you."

The woman pouted, "What’s up?"

"What lipstick tastes like chocolate?"

The woman looked puzzled, "Chocolate-flavored lipstick? Is there such a thing?"

Ning Yuan threw a wad of cash at her, "Tell me in three minutes and the money is yours."

The woman turned tail and ran, fearing she’d lose out on the hot deal.

In less than three minutes, she returned panting, "Young Master Ning, asked, got it, it’s, it’s MAC."

"Mike?" Ning Yuan’s first reaction was his own dog.

"Right."

The woman nodded hurriedly; she wasn’t too clear herself, but that’s what her friends had told her.

Having successfully secured the money, the woman walked away overjoyed.

Mike, Mike.

Ning Yuan, with his legs crossed, sipped at his drink and chuckled covertly, a thoroughly pleased expression on his face.

The lipstick she used shared a name with his dog; could she have a crush on him?

So, wrecking his favorite sofa was also to get his attention?

A trick he’d seen too many times.

...

Shen Mingzhu leaned over to inspect the groceries that Cui Lianying had just bought, "The crabs and shrimp today look good; keep the crabs in a bucket with fresh water for later tonight, and let’s stir-fry the shrimp for lunch the Typhoon Shelter way, Guoguo loves it."

Cui Lianying replied, "I don’t know how to cook that."

"No problem, I’ll do it. Just handle the shrimp veins."

"Okay then, I’ll get going and call you later."

Cui Lianying cheerfully took the bags and returned to the kitchen.

Shen Mingzhu returned to the sofa and noticed Pei Wenping looking at her intently, she couldn’t help but ask, "Big sister, what is it, is there something on my face?"

Pei Wenping shook her head, her tone quite emotional, "You look like a qualified housewife now; there’s no trace of the former businesswoman."

Shen Mingzhu smiled and pursed her lips lightly, "I actually think it’s quite nice, living leisurely every day."

Hearing her say this, Pei Wenping said, "Don’t take it the wrong way, but when you first married into our family, I thought you were too ambitious and hoped you would settle down and be a good wife and mother. Now that you have really become one, I’m somehow not used to it."

Shen Mingzhu laughed, "Actually, I never thought I’d be a full-time housewife myself."

Her past dreams and ambitions, along with her life plans, had all shifted gears due to her daughter’s kidnapping.

The wonder of fate is that it doesn’t move according to your wishes.

But she had no regrets.

Now, she had plenty of time to spend with her family, drawing, exercising, and boxing with her daughter.

In her spare time, she visited her son in the Capital, took both children on national trips to broaden their horizons, and enriched their experiences.

During holidays, she contributed to charity in impoverished mountain areas, engaged in public welfare activities, and regularly sent gifts and snacks to those who had helped her in the past.

She had neither three heads nor six arms; she couldn’t balance and manage everything.

She had to choose and prioritize what she felt was worthwhile and important in the present.

Having talked about herself, Shen Mingzhu then thought of something, "Big sister, how have you and your husband been recently?"

Pei Wenping snorted, "What can I say, I’ve come to terms with it. I don’t hate him, but I also don’t want to repeat the past. To put it in your words, I’m pretty happy with how things are now."

"Being alone is peaceful and comfortable, but having someone to talk to isn’t bad either, right?"

Pei Wenping couldn’t help but tease when she met Shen Mingzhu’s smiling eyes, "What’s this, by the sound of it, are you trying to set me up with someone?"