Zhu Qiaolan entangled her two braids with her fingers and said shyly, "You are a good person and responsible. Why can't I find you?"

Zheng Haicheng smiled naively, "If you don't dislike me, then we can get along. Don't worry, as long as you treat my son as your own, I will treat you sincerely!"

Zhu Qiaolan smiled and nodded, "I like children too. My eldest brother's son and I have a very good relationship."

Originally, Zheng Haicheng wanted to have a grand wedding. After all, Zhu Qiaolan was still a virgin, and which woman wouldn't want to have a grand wedding?

Zhu Qiaolan said, "We just need to get the certificate and have a meal together."

"Ah?" Zheng Haicheng was stunned. "How can this be possible?"

He didn't care. He was getting married for the second time, but Zhu Qiaolan was getting married for the first time, so it would be a bit unfair to her to do this.

Zhu Qiaolan said with red eyes, "My parents are divorced, and I'm overworked. The more glorious my marriage is, the more people will laugh at me!"

Zheng Haicheng felt distressed when he heard this, "Qiaolan, don't worry, I won't let you suffer any grievances again in the future."

In this way, Zheng Haicheng and Zhu Qiaolan got their marriage certificate, and the only witness was Zhu Qiaolan's mother, Wang Guimei.

Director Zhu and Zhu Qiaolan’s two brothers did not come.

On the wedding day, Wang Guimei entered the Zheng family with the pots and pans as a dowry.

Zheng Haicheng's mother died early, and she understood Zhu Qiaolan's feelings.

Director Zheng divorced Wang Guimei, and Wang Guimei had nowhere to go, so it was only right for her to live with her daughter.

Considering that Zhu Qiaolan is still a virgin, Zheng Haicheng agreed to let his mother-in-law live with them.

"Tell me, do you like me?" Seeing Zheng Haicheng in a daze, Zhu Qiaolan reached out and gently twisted his face, saying coquettishly, "Is this question so difficult to answer?"

"I like it!" Zheng Haicheng came back to his senses, put his arms around Zhu Qiaolan's waist, and carried her to the bed, "Let's have a daughter."

Zhu Qiaolan rolled her eyes and said that she would never give birth to a baby for Zheng Haicheng.

After the lovemaking stopped, Zhu Qiaolan lay on Zheng Haicheng's chest, gently stroking it with her fingers, and spoke in a tender voice.

"Haicheng, I have no problem with you. I know you treat me well, but I just feel a little unwilling in my heart."

"What are you unwilling to accept?" Zheng Haicheng asked Zhu Qiaolan in confusion.

Zhu Qiaolan pouted, "I did admire Jiang Chunlin, but that was because I was young and ignorant. Now some people still make fun of me for this, and Jiang Chunlin has never stood up to say a fair word for me. I even did extreme things because I admired him.

I... am I going to be criticized for the mistakes I made when I was young and ignorant for the rest of my life? Am I going to be criticized for the rest of my life?"

Zheng Haicheng hugged Zhu Qiaolan and coaxed her, "Those are just idle people gossiping for no reason. Let's ignore them and live our lives well. After a while, naturally no one will mention it again."

"I don't dare to go out now." Zhu Qiaolan cried with tears in her eyes, and her tears fell on Zheng Haicheng's chest, which felt itchy and cool. Zheng Haicheng felt a little distracted.

"Haicheng, don't you work for Jiang Chunlin? How about you help me vent my anger?"

"How to vent my anger?" Zheng Haicheng had a bad feeling and asked stiffly, with no more colored garbage in his mind.

Zhu Qiaolan lay on top of Zheng Haicheng, her eyes gradually becoming vicious, "You did bad things to him and made him lose the trust of the factory. It would be best if you were fired."

"Zhu Qiaolan." Zheng Haicheng pushed Zhu Qiaolan away, sat up and said seriously, "How can you think like this? You are not destroying Jiang Chunlin, but the entire factory.

Now the new workshop managed by Jiang Chunlin has a lot of production orders and is the main force in the factory."

"Isn't that better?" Zhu Qiaolan smiled sinisterly.

"You are a lunatic." Zheng Haicheng cursed, slipped out of bed, put on his slippers and went to his son's room.

Zheng Haicheng's house was a two-bedroom apartment. He ran to the other room and knocked on the door. "Mom, you sleep with Qiaolan, and I sleep with Jingchu."

"What's wrong?" Wang Guimei came out, putting on her clothes and asked sleepily.

"Just ask your good daughter." Zheng Haicheng walked into the house, closed the door, and hugged his son to sleep.

Wang Guimei, "..."

"What happened between you and Haicheng?" Wang Guimei walked into the room and asked Zhu Qiaolan who was sitting on the bed.

"It's okay, I just wanted him to help me do something, but he didn't want to." Zhu Qiaolan said depressedly.

She had put her heart into it tonight, but she didn't expect Zheng Haicheng to reject her without even thinking about it.

"Tell him nicely that the worst thing a couple can do is sleep in separate beds after a quarrel." Wang Biaomei lay down and covered herself with the quilt. "Couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Only in this way can they live on."

Wang Guimei thought Zhu Qiaolan and Zheng Haicheng were arguing over trivial matters in life.

Zhu Qiaolan hummed, "Mom, I understand, go to sleep."

Wang Guimei turned over and fell asleep.

Zhu Qiaolan did not sleep. She was willing to marry Zheng Haicheng because he worked under Jiang Chunlin and was Jiang Chunlin's right-hand man. It would be easier for him to discipline Jiang Chunlin.

It was all Jiang Chunlin and Shen Qinghe's fault that she ended up being someone's stepmother. How could she let them have their way?

The next day, Zheng Haicheng left without having breakfast. He looked unhappy and was obviously still angry about what Zhu Qiaolan asked him to do.

Zhu Qiaolan didn't care about him. It didn't matter whether he ate or not. Only those who were hungry knew.

"Zhu Qiaolan, I want to eat fried dough sticks." Zheng Jingchu knocked the bowl with his chopsticks to protest, "Go to the state-owned restaurant and I'll buy you fried dough sticks. I don't want to eat this."

"Who are you calling?" Zhu Qiaolan sat there without moving, twisting a piece of steamed bun and stuffing it into her mouth, "You must call me mom from now on. If you call me by my name again, I'll spank you."

Zheng Jingchu's mouth sank, "How dare you!"

"Then you try it."

“Zhu Qiaolan, Zhu Qiaolan…Ahhhh!”

Zheng Jingchu relied on the fact that Zhu Qiaolan was his stepmother and did not dare to hit him. He was not afraid of her at all.

He bravely called her name, but after just two calls, Zhu Qiaolan turned him over on the sofa and spanked him. The pain made him cry and nose run.

"I'm going to tell my dad that you hit me, and I'm going to let my dad beat you." Zheng Jingchu said while lying on the sofa, crying.

Zhu Qiaolan's expression didn't change. "Okay, if you dare to complain when your father gets off work, I will beat you up when he gets to work tomorrow. I will beat you up even harder than today."

Zheng Jingqi looked at Zhu Qiaolan in horror.

"Qiaolan, don't scare the child." Wang Guimei reached out and pulled Zhu Qiaolan's arm, urging her to take it easy.

Although Zheng Jingchu was only three years old, he began to remember things.

After all, they are not your own children, so you will not hold a grudge against them.

Zhu Qiaolan remained unmoved. She not only wanted to scare him, but also to do what she said.

Zheng Haicheng loved his son very much and had never hit Zheng Jingchu since he was a child. Zheng Jingchu was frightened by Zhu Qiaolan and was very obedient all day long.

When Zheng Haicheng came home from get off work, Zheng Jingchu, who had been sitting obediently on the sofa watching cartoons, rushed towards Zheng Haicheng like a little cannonball.

She hugged his thighs and cried out in grievance, "Dad, Zhu Qiaolan hit me...it hurts so much...I don't want this stepmother."