The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

Just as Sheng Mingwu was about to argue, the calm voice of Sheng Mingfeng, the oldest man in the room, sounded at the right time, interrupting this fruitless argument: "That's enough, don't mention that person anymore. Okay, let's all go."

Sheng Mingtao gently pushed Sheng Mingfeng's wheelchair, and the two slowly left the room.

Sheng Mingwu's eyes flashed with complexity, and he thought to himself: "Brother let them leave on purpose, is he planning to deal with that ungrateful wolf alone?"

At the same time, Sheng Junwei has been feeling an inexplicable uneasiness recently, as if a pair of eyes are always watching her.

Whenever she walked out of the high walls and deep courtyard of the Pei Mansion, the feeling of being spied on followed her like a shadow.

For several days, although this surveillance did not pose any direct threat, she was still worried.

The mysterious stalker always kept a subtle distance from her, neither far nor close. No matter where she went, the vague figure was always looming, following closely but not doing anything excessive.

Sheng Junwei once privately asked the staff of the charity hall, and they all said that there was nothing unusual recently. Although there were many people seeking help, very few of them actually met the standards for assistance.

Lin Weimin is indeed experiencing hardship in life; however, given that he is still self-sufficient, he is not a priority for assistance according to the charity's standards.

Under such strict screening conditions, many people are often turned away simply because of poverty rather than extreme difficulties.

Sheng Junwei has a keen understanding of this. She realizes that truly vulnerable groups, such as the elderly, the sick, and those who have difficulty speaking out, are often unable to personally step into the door of charity for various reasons.

Therefore, she made a decisive decision to send a team of volunteers to go deep into every corner of the city and take the initiative to find those souls who really need help.

As for the charity hall, only a small number of staff are needed to handle daily consultation and registration work to ensure the effective allocation of resources.

Sheng Junwei didn't care too much about the existence of the mysterious stalker. Her intuition told her that the man had good intentions.

If the other party really wants to help, he or she will naturally come to the charity hall on his or her own initiative.

As for other possible motives, she didn't want to think about it too much, and firmly believed that time would give the answer.

However, things are unpredictable, and trouble comes faster than the mystery of the stalker's identity is solved.

Sheng Ruijiao stood outside the door of the charity organization.

She is still adorned with jewels, but her unique and elegant taste has quietly faded from that brilliance, like a faded painting, it is difficult to capture her former glory.

The dress she was wearing was made of a kind of fabric that was neither the rough cloth sold in the market nor the high-quality silk preferred by royal aristocrats, but a kind of fine fabric that combined special craftsmanship.

The moment Sheng Ruijiao knelt down, the curious people around her gathered around involuntarily and whispered to each other.

Sheng Ruijiao's eyes were filled with tears, and beneath her delicate face was a helpless plea.

Her lips trembled slightly, and the voice she uttered was filled with tears: "Sister, I really know I was wrong, please, forgive me!"

In the crowd, a young boy witnessed this scene, and a barely perceptible gloom flashed across his eyes.

At the same time, upstairs, Sheng Junwei was immersed in a mountain of information.

The information collected by the organization's staff after traveling across mountains and rivers records one life story after another waiting for help.

The thick file in Sheng Junwei's hand tells the stories of many ill-fated lives.

She paid special attention to the horoscope of birth. The old proverb "Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly" was most directly verified in these families.

Poverty and suffering seem to be a pair of inseparable twin brothers. Once they engulf a family, they often bring one blow after another.

Most of these families have fallen apart, with only elderly widows or widowers left, or members with physical disabilities struggling to support the family, or laborers in their prime who have lost their land and jobs due to illness, natural disasters, man-made calamities, etc., and have no energy left but have to face the cruel reality of hunger.

Sheng Junwei adopted Si Qi's wise advice and purchased a quiet courtyard in the city. She hired nursing staff to take care of their daily lives and established close cooperation with several medical clinics to ensure that they could receive the necessary medical care.

As for those individuals whose lives have fallen into darkness due to innocently offending the powerful, she spared no effort to arrange employment opportunities for them directly so that they can regain hope in life.

As for whether such behavior would bring trouble to herself, Sheng Junwei did not have too many concerns.

She believed in the attitude of solving problems - if one problem is solved, it will be solved easily; if two problems are solved simultaneously, then if there are any evil forces that dare to interfere, then she, holding the royal token, will execute them first and report later, using thundering means to eliminate those parasites from this society.

At this moment, her fingertips gently turned a page and her eyes stopped on the information of a young man named Luo Ming.

At the young age of 23, he was forced to return to a primitive survival mode due to a series of unfortunate experiences, and he lived by digging wild vegetables in the wilderness every day.

What a twist of fate! He was born in the countryside and had a harmonious family. His parents worked hard, and a few acres of fertile land carried the family's hopes. His mother was even a maid in a medical family and had mastered some knowledge of herbal medicine and preparation techniques. Logically, such a family background should be enough to withstand the little storms in life.

His intelligence and talent were often praised by his teachers, who said he was extremely quick-witted and could understand things at a glance.

At the age of eighteen, he was in the prime of his youth. Not only did he successfully pass the examination to become a student, he also married the daughter of a family with excellent medical skills in the town.

The young couple, one is a scholar and the other is gentle as jade, and their married life is sweet and warm.

Luo Ming has his own methodology in his studies. He is diligent, studious and good at asking questions.

Neighbors and fellow villagers saw this and praised him highly, predicting that, given time, he would shine in the imperial examinations and win the title of scholar.

However, the twist of fate always comes unexpectedly.

During a Qiqiao Festival, a family went into the city to celebrate the holiday, but unexpectedly they encountered a disaster.

When the dignitaries from the capital saw the beautiful face of Luo Ming's wife, they became greedy and sent their men to abduct her.

Luo Ming's family felt like they were in an icy cave, filled with anxiety and despair. They traveled to the ends of the earth and endured many hardships before they finally found out where his wife was.

But when they went there with hope to get their loved ones back, they only encountered the cold iron wall of power.

Faced with such powerful forces, their resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and resulted in nothing more than their father's serious death and their own injuries.

My father’s death was like a bolt from the blue.

Although Luo Ming's physical injuries gradually healed, the trauma in his heart was difficult to heal.