My stepmother’s cooking is delicious, her clothes are beautiful, and she not only teaches us piano, erhu, painting... but also many life lessons, and she stands up for us when we’re bullied..."

Listening to Ming Wei praising the "stepmother," Feng Lu was grinding her teeth, her face slightly cold. She asked, "Is that Jiang woman really that good?"

"In my and my older brothers’ hearts, my stepmother is indeed very good."

Ming Wei responded openly.

Feng Lu: "Since that Jiang woman is good, why are you still living with me?"

"Didn’t you ask me to, Mom?"

Ming Wei deliberately looked puzzled.

"You..."

Feng Lu glared in anger: "You need to understand, I’m your mom, that Jiang woman has nothing to do with you!"

Ming Wei responded with an "Oh."

"What do you mean ’Oh,’ can’t you talk?" Feng Lu was furious, feeling that Ming Wei was defiant. "What does Mom want me to say?" Ming Wei’s innocent face: "You say my stepmother has nothing to do with me, so I agreed according to your words, is even that wrong?"

"Fix your attitude."

Feng Lu was purely looking for trouble.

"I don’t think my attitude is a problem."

Ming Wei pursed her lips, showing stubbornness.

"Remember this, you little brat, whenever you don’t listen to me, I’ll go over to the compound..." Feng Lu’s next words were cut off by Ming Wei: "Are you done yet?" Her eyes filled with anger: "I’ve already moved here as you asked, what more do you want?"

Feng Lu was taken aback; she didn’t expect Ming Wei to snap at her. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Alright then, go ahead and say it, let’s see what benefits it brings you after you speak out!" Ming Wei’s words made Feng Lu stop, her mouth opened for a long time but no words came out.

She wasn’t stupid; she naturally knew how disgraceful her actions were in Luo Yanqing’s marriage and knew that once exposed, it would bring her only harm, not benefit.

But sometimes people act on impulse, and in that impulse, they do brainless things. However, Feng Lu still had some sense now.

...

At night before sleeping, after a session of tenderness with Han Bin, Feng Lu cozied up in Han Bin’s arms, her index finger drawing circles on his chest, saying, "Did you hear everything I said?"

"Your man isn’t deaf."

Han Bin gave Feng Lu a hard kiss on the lips, then said, "Don’t worry about Qianqian, I’ll make sure she doesn’t talk nonsense at school."

"Will your good daughter actually listen?"

Feng Lu snorted coldly: "She’ll probably agree verbally but act differently, after all, she has conflicts with Vivi, and now the school year has started, won’t she use that to get back at Vivi?"

"Do you want me to follow Qianqian all the time?" Han Bin pulled his arm out from under Feng Lu’s neck, lay flat, with little emotion said: "Go to the company tomorrow noon, and in the afternoon after work, I’ll take you to register for the certificate."

"Are you sure?"

Feng Lu’s eyes lit up, instantly forgetting about Han Qian.

"Why would I lie to you?"

Han Bin’s tone carried a bit of impatience, but Feng Lu didn’t notice, she said, "What if your good daughter finds out?"

"If you don’t say it, I don’t say it, how could Qianqian know?" Actually, Han Bin wasn’t very keen on registering, but due to Feng Wei’s appearance today, and Feng Wei managing the foreign trade matters, unless he was foolish, unless he didn’t want to continue doing foreign trade business, he had to heed Feng Wei’s words.

Feng Lu: "I certainly won’t say anything." She snuggled up to Han Bin, using his arm as her pillow again, softly asked: "Do you think we’ll have a child tonight?"

Han Bin: "How would I know?"

"Maybe we already have one."

Feng Lu’s voice was slightly affected: "When the child is born, I will definitely be a good mom!"

Given this, whatever Han Bin thought now, ultimately, it was just him thinking to himself!

"I don’t feel like dealing with you right now."

Holding Ming Wei’s hand, Feng Lu walked towards the staircase, leaving Han Bin with a back view.

"Dad, I hate you!"

Han Qian stomped her foot, eyes filled with tears, and rushed inside, deliberately bumping Ming Wei at the staircase, then under Ming Wei’s "puzzled" gaze and Feng Lu’s "discontent" gaze, ran up to the second floor.

As Han Qian’s figure disappeared around the stair corner, Feng Lu asked Ming Wei: "Did she hurt you?"

Ming Wei gently shook her head, pulling her hand out from Feng Lu’s palm: "I can go to my room on my own." Implied, she didn’t need her biological mom’s company.