Wan Dongcheng cheated, and was caught by Li Shiping once; he was also harshly lectured by his son. Yet, after not keeping to his ways for two years, he reverted to his old habits, and at the time when his daughter was having her second child, he made the choice to save the younger and abandon the elder, leading to Li Shiping’s death.
When her brother hurried to the hospital and saw his sister’s cold corpse, he lost control and accidentally killed Li Shiping’s husband; fortunately, his son had a good friend who found him a good lawyer, but he was still sentenced to over a decade in prison.
Both children suffering mishaps at the same time was too much for Mr. Li to bear, and he fell seriously ill. It was his son’s friend who stayed by his side the entire time. Without that friend, the elderly couple really wouldn’t have known how to get through those dark days.
"We’ve arrived, this is my home."
Shen Mianmian was pulled back to reality by Li Shiping’s voice.
"Mom, come help catch some things." As soon as they entered the courtyard, Li Shiping called out to someone inside the house.
Not long after, a woman in her forties came out.
Aunty Xiu Min in her early forties had no obvious spots or wrinkles on her face, but Shen Mianmian recognized her at a glance.
Her smile was just as kind as it had been in her previous life.
The difference was that now, the happiness of a blissful family life permeated through Xiu Min’s smile.
As memories from her previous life flashed through her mind, Shen Mianmian felt a warmth around her eyes. Aunty Xiu Min was truly kind, always inviting her to sit down for meals without treating her as an outsider. She never looked down upon her for being a nanny.
Knowing that her father was seriously ill, Xiu Min gave her an extra five thousand yuan when settling her salary.
"Whose young miss is this?" Xiu Min approached the two of them, and seeing Shen Mianmian looking intently at her, she asked her daughter with curiosity.
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Hearing she was selling dried bamboo shoots, Xiu Min immediately understood.
Knowing her daughter’s fondness for dried bamboo shoots, it was clear that she had bought too many and had the girl bring them home.
She took the dried bamboo shoots from Shen Mianmian’s hands and asked with a smile, "Young miss, why were you staring at me just now?"
Shen Mianmian’s gaze was too obvious for her to ignore.
Jolted back to the moment by her question, Shen Mianmian quickly concealed her underlying emotions with a smile and said, "Aunty, you have the aura of a prime minister’s wife from the TV dramas; I was lost in thought for a moment."
In her previous life, during casual conversations, Xiu Min would often say that people used to tell her she had the air of a prime minister’s wife when she was young, and she would always be pleased when talking about it.
Indeed, upon hearing Shen Mianmian’s words, Xiu Min’s face broke into an unstoppable smile, "Look at how sweet you talk."
Seeing her mother so happy, Li Shiping was also delighted, "Mom, don’t get too carried away, we haven’t paid the young miss yet. I didn’t bring any money; can you cover for me for now?"
"Young miss, just wait for a moment, okay?"
Xiu Min, carrying things, turned and went back into the house. She soon reemerged, not only with the money but also with a handful of candies.
"Young miss, thank you for your troubles, have some candy."
Shen Mianmian didn’t stand on ceremony and took them.
Xiu Min was very generous; when she wanted to give someone something, it was because she truly wished to, not because she liked empty courtesy.
Knowing her temperament, Shen Mianmian didn’t put on airs either. As she turned to leave, she even heard Xiu Min praising her from behind.
"She’s a sensible young miss, starting to do business at such a young age."
As Shen Mianmian walked out of the courtyard, she looked back at Xiu Min’s home, her lips curling into a bitter smile.
She had been reborn and could change her own fate, but how could she change the fate of others?