Category: Stepmother

• [SM] 50: Where is Brother Going?

  Zhong Dawa exclaimed, “Right now?” “Yes, right now,” Song Zhaodi replied. “Go get your clothes. Binhai is cold, so bring your thickest cotton-padded jackets and shoes. Just one set of…

• [SM] 49: Visiting Her Natal Home

  Duan dasao came out carrying a plate of braised pork just in time to hear the conversation. Back in the kitchen, she asked Song Zhaodi, “You and Jianguo have been…

• [SM] 48: Celebrating the New Year

  Song Zhaodi couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you afraid he’ll steal from our house?” “You never know. Better safe than sorry.” Zhong Dawa glanced at Zhong Jianguo. “That’s what Mom…

• [SM] 47: Recognising Kin from Afar

  Song Zhaodi was speechless yet amused. “You all talk about slaughtering chickens and ducks every day—have you ever considered how they feel? The oldest among them is barely a year…

• [SM] 46: Impossible to Guard Against

  Song Zhaodi panicked and instinctively stood up. “Don’t… don’t tell me it’s the English book I wrote for you?” Zhong Dawa nodded fiercely, unable to hold back any longer, and…

• [SM] 45: Calculations and Schemes

  Song Lainan’s face flushed red in an instant, and she slapped her daughter on the butt. “Haven’t you ever eaten before? Embarrassing!” The little girl let out a loud wail…

• [SM] 44: Visitors at Home

  Duan dasao received Song Zhaodi’s advice and immediately discussed the matter of attending the health school with her daughter, Liu Ping. She knew her husband well. Commander Liu had made…

• [SM] 43: Another Scheme

  In the evening, Zhong Jianguo returned home and didn’t see Song Zhaodi. Instead, he spotted a letter on the table. He opened it and immediately recognised his eldest brother’s handwriting,…

• [SM] 42: Simple and Ordinary

  Zhong Dawa and Zhong Erwa returned after washing their faces, only to see four dishes on the small square table. They gaped in surprise and asked in unison, “Is today…

• [SM] 41: The Azure Dragon Crosses the River

  Song Zhaodi was both amused and exasperated. How could such a tiny child be so fierce? “Go quickly. When you get back, I’ll cook, and you can tend the fire.”…

• [SM] 40: A Show of Authority

  Around six in the evening, Zhong Jianguo returned from the military camp. Just as he reached his doorstep, Liu Wei suddenly appeared and pulled him next door. “Is Zhaodi at…

• [SM] 39: Intermittent Fits

  Happy Independence Day to my fellow Indians! Song Zhaodi jolted awake, startled. Seeing Zhong Jianguo, she snapped impatiently, “Are you sick or something? Zhong Jianguo, why the hell are you…

• [SM] 38: Inseparably Close

  Zhong Dawa’s mouth fell open. “Earth-shattering? Mom, don’t make such a complicated dish.” “It’s not complicated.” Song Zhaodi scooped out a bowl, placed eight dumplings inside, and handed it to…

• [SM] 37: Nonsense

  Zhong Jianguo was momentarily speechless before stubbornly saying, “Fine, I’ll just sleep on the bench again. It’s been a week anyway, what’s another day or two?” “Dad is a coward!”…

• [SM] 36: Sleeping on the Bench

  Lin Zhong’s face lit up with joy as he quickly said, “Thank you, Uncle Zhong.” “No need to thank me,” Zhong Jianguo replied modestly. “I don’t know how to make…

• [SM] 35: I Am Not Me

  Zhong Jianguo sat down and stared at Song Zhaodi. “What new story are you planning to make up this time?” “Have I ever lied to you?” Song Zhaodi cut him…

• [SM] 34: Noticing Something Off

  As soon as Song Zhaodi stepped into the kitchen, she turned around with a bright smile, as if the frosty expression she had moments ago was just an illusion. Zhong…

• [SM] 33: Argument and Cold War

  The relationship between Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo was simple—mutually beneficial. Even if Song Zhaodi planned to divorce Zhong Jianguo in the future, their relationship would last for at least…

• [SM] 32: Disposing of Stolen Goods

  Dawa’s expression changed instantly, and he frowned at Song Zhaodi. “Making Dad cook again?” “Are you going or not?” Song Zhaodi didn’t waste words with him. Zhong Dawa saw that…

• [SM] 31: Profiteering

  Chen dasao, Lin Zhong’s mother, chuckled, “That’s exactly what I asked her. She told me to go and see for myself. If you don’t want to go, I’ll go alone.”…