Zhu Qiaolan was standing at the window waiting for Wang Guimei.

Seeing her coming back down from upstairs, I glanced at what she was holding in her arms.

Wang Guimei looked around and saw only a few people standing in the distance looking at them. She lowered her voice and said, "Qiaolan, you are right. Shen Qinghe is a cold-blooded bitch!"

"I've seen through her a long time ago." Zhu Qiaolan's eyes flashed with a ruthless desire to destroy everything, "Mom, don't forget who caused me to be like this.

I could have married a first-time married man and had a good job, but because of her, I lost everything. I was in jail, so I had to marry Zheng Haicheng and become the stepmother of a three-year-old kid. "

"Mother knows." Wang Guimei looked at Zhu Qiaolan distressedly, "During the past eight months, you have been suffering in there, and mother has also been suffering outside.

I want to take revenge on Shen Qinghe every minute and every second."

Wang Guimei sighed and said bitterly, "Mother is useless and can't do anything to her."

"Mom!" Zhu Qiaolan stepped forward and grabbed Wang Guimei's hand, "I'm sorry!

It’s not that I didn’t want to see you during the time I was in prison, but I felt guilty towards you. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have divorced my father.

I don't want to see you, I'm just too disappointed in myself.

I clearly have a good hand, but now I live a life inferior to others.

And those people are waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves every day, and I won’t let them have their way.”

Zhu Qiaolan glanced at the people who were looking over here from a distance and said, "One day, I will definitely live a better life than them."

"Yes." Wang Guimei also looked over there, "They are all ignorant shrews. You were carefully raised by your mother. You don't have a job now. When there is a suitable opportunity in the future, your father will definitely arrange for you to work in Guanghua Garment Factory.

Even though he divorced me, he is still your father after all and he will not ignore you."

Zhu Qiaolan felt happy after hearing this and went upstairs with Wang Guimei.

"I want some cookies."

As soon as Zhu Qiaolan and Wang Guimei entered the door, Zheng Haicheng's three-year-old son Zheng Jingchu rushed towards Zhu Qiaolan like a small cannonball, hitting her thigh and hurting her.

She frowned and pulled the naughty Zheng Jingchu away, "Wait."

Zheng Jingchu raised his little face and looked at Zhu Qiaolan in a warning tone, "If you don't give me food, I'll tell my dad when he gets off work."

"It takes time to get the biscuits. Wait a moment." Zhu Qiaolan pushed away Zheng Jingchu who was bumping into her again, and endured the pain to take out the biscuit box from the cabinet and handed it to him.

Zheng Jingchu finally calmed down and sat on the sofa, eating cookies and watching cartoons.

Wang Guimei pulled Zhu Qiaolan into the room, closed the door, and asked her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

With a sad face, he said, "Qiaolan, why are you in such a hurry to get married? You are a young lady, why do you want to be someone's stepmother?"

Zhu Qiaolan glanced at her mother and said calmly, "Is there any man in the entire family compound who is willing to marry me?"

Wang Guimei, "..."

Wang Guimei wiped her tears with her hand and said, "It's all my fault. I should have stopped you if you fell in love with Jiang Chunlin."

"Mom, I don't regret it." Zhu Qiaolan stood up and walked to the window, looking at the trees in the yard and said, "I only regret that I wasn't cruel enough, otherwise I would be the director's wife now."

Wang Guimei was so shocked that she forgot to cry. "Jiang Chunlin only has eyes for his wife. What can you do?"

Zhu Qiaolan frowned with regret. If she had shown weakness to Jiang Chunlin, tricked him into her home, stripped naked and pounced on him, she didn't believe he would have been able to hold back.

On her wedding night with Zheng Haicheng, he tossed and turned until midnight and she was very satisfied.

Wang Guimei waited for a while, but didn't hear Zhu Qiaolan speak, so she walked over and said, "Now that you're married to Haicheng, live a good life with him."

"How can we live a good life?" Zhu Qiaolan asked back.

The sound of Zheng Jingchu playing came from outside the door. Wang Guimei had a headache. Being a stepmother to such a naughty kid like a little bully was not a good job.

"Mom, what was the result of your visit to Shen Qinghe today?" Zhu Qiaolan turned to look at Wang Guimei and asked the key question.

Wang Guimei shook her head and told Zhu Qiaolan what Shen Qinghe had said to her.

When talking about this, Wang Guimei became furious.

"She actually asked me to clean the toilets in the factory, and Zhu Zhigang, that idiot, actually agreed."

"Second brother has always had a good relationship with Jiang Chunlin, so he naturally stands on Shen Qinghe's side." Zhu Qiaolan's eyes were filled with venom, "But I am his biological sister."

"Qiaolan, mother hates Shen Qinghe too, but she is too powerful and we can't do anything to her." Wang Guimei pulled Zhu Qiaolan's arm, "How about we just forget it and live a good life with Haicheng."

"She has harmed me to this point, how can I let her off?" Zhu Qiaolan said gritting her teeth.

Wang Guimei, "..."

"Zhu Qiaolan, I need to poop."

Zheng Jingchu kicked the door loudly.

Zhu Qiaolan stretched out her hand and rubbed her temple, "Here it comes!"

"What kind of life is this?" Wang Guimei was so angry that her chest hurt, but there was nothing she could do.

Zheng Haicheng loved his son very much, and the main reason for marrying a woman was to find someone to take care of his son.

Zheng Haicheng doesn't care that Zhu Qiaolan is overworked, the main reason being that she has never been married and has no children.

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"After dinner, let's go to night school together." During dinner, Shen Qinghe swallowed the food in her mouth and said to Jiang Chunlin.

Jiang Chunlin frowned, "You just came out of confinement, you need to rest more, go again after a while."

"I've had a good rest. We sit in class instead of standing, so it's okay." Shen Qinghe shoveled the rice into his mouth in a few bites and stood up to pack his textbooks.

The news of the resumption of the college entrance examination will be announced next month. She has no problem with it, but she has to pretend, otherwise when the college entrance examination results come out, others will be suspicious.

She also had to take Jiang Chunlin, Luo Ailan and Luo Aixiang to review, and try to get them all admitted to universities in Beijing.

"Qinghe is working so hard and making progress, but you're still not willing. Are you still my son?" Jiang Jianguo couldn't help but knocked Jiang Chunlin on the head with chopsticks.

I regretted it after knocking and a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

He was so carried away by his success that he forgot about the fourth brother's temper.

Jiang Chunlin looked at Jiang Jianguo quietly, which made Jiang Jianguo's scalp numb and he almost ran out of the door.

"Alright, the fourth child knows what's going on, so stop scolding the child." He Xiuyun saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so she tried to smooth things over, "Chunlin, go check if Doudou is awake. If not, take him out. Don't let him sleep any longer, or he won't get any sleep at night."

When talking about his daughter, Jiang Chunlin's expression relaxed. He nodded softly and got up to go to He Xiuyun's room to pick up the baby.

"Look, have you been living too well now? Have you forgotten what kind of person Old Fourth is? How dare you talk about him?" He Xiuyun put a piece of food in Jiang Jianguo's bowl with chopsticks and complained in a low voice.

Jiang Jianguo refused to admit it, "No matter how powerful he is, I am still his father."

He Xiuyun glanced at Jiang Jianguo's face, which had turned pale with fright, and didn't hesitate to expose him.

Shen Qinghe had just finished packing her things when Luo Ailan and Luo Ailanxiang came.

The two of them greeted He Xiuyun and Jiang Jianguo with a smile, then went to find Shen Qinghe.

"Qinghe, are you done packing?" Luo Ailan walked into the inner room and asked with a smile.

Ever since she became the store manager, she only worked half a day, and went to night school with Ai Xiang every night.

"All packed!" General Shen Qinghe carried a green shoulder bag on his back and a military green kettle filled with water.

When they arrived at the classroom, Shen Qinghe saw the people sitting in the first row pause.