Looking at Xie Shuisheng, who cared about her and was afraid she would get hurt, Ruolan felt a pang of bitterness in her eyes as she thought of her past life.

The happiest time of her previous life was only in the first ten years after she married Xie Shuisheng. After his death, Mi Ruolan's later life was filled with only exhaustion and suffering.

Looking back, a wave of sorrow washes over me, overwhelming me.

It's really hard to bear the pain alone.

Thinking of all this, Ruolan's eyes welled up with tears without her realizing it. Her heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife, and tears of grievance and heartache swirled in her eyes.

She hugged Shuisheng's neck tightly like a koala and said earnestly, "Brother Shuisheng, I miss you so much." Every time the night was quiet, her heart ached with longing for him.

Shuisheng thought his wife had suffered some injustice, so he quickly hugged her gently, patted her head, and softly comforted her, "Don't cry, or your eyes will hurt. If you really feel wronged, I'll go beat up Jie Tiansheng to get revenge for you, okay?"

As he spoke, Shui Sheng was about to put Ruolan down and prepare to go find Jie Tiansheng to settle accounts.

"It's not because of them, it's just that I miss you so much."

"Okay, I'll always be here, and I'll never leave you again."

"Really? Then we'll both be happy from now on."

After comforting his wife, Shuisheng peeled the two oranges and handed them to Ruolan.

"It's a bit sour, but there aren't many other fruits available right now. This orange can satisfy your craving for now. I'll get you something better when it's late at night."

Hearing about delicious food, Ruolan's eyes lit up again. Food was so scarce in this era that no one would be unhappy about anything related to food.

"What delicious food?" Ruolan seemed to have thought of something and tentatively said, "Let's save this orange for the children. If I eat it, the children won't have any."

Of course, Ruolan didn't really want to leave the child; she was just testing Shuisheng's attitude towards the child.

Shuisheng's eyes darkened when he heard about the child, but he quickly composed himself.

"It's okay, there's still one more. Besides, the weather is so cold now, and children's stomachs are more delicate. Eating too many oranges might make them sick."

He was afraid his wife would bring up the child again, so he quickly changed the subject and answered her previous question.

Shui Sheng pinched his face, which had become a little chubby from being fattened up. "As for delicious food, I'll tell you after everyone's asleep."

He never even considered having children. In the past, when there was good food or nice clothes, Ruolan always made sure the children had them first.

He doesn't want Ruolan to do that anymore. She should fill her stomach first when she has something good to eat, otherwise she'll ruin her health and no one will care.

Ruolan must have been starving in her past life to have developed stomach problems.

In the end, all she could do was lie in bed and wait. In the 90s, cancer was a terminal illness and there was no point in treating it. Ruolan was heartbroken and didn't want to live anymore, so she didn't blame her children at the time.

But just as she was about to close her eyes, not a single person from her entire family—sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, and so many others—came to take care of Ruolan. Ruolan's wounded heart was truly riddled with holes.

Ruolan lay in bed for days and nights, eating, drinking, and relieving herself without anyone caring. Ruolan felt utterly heartbroken.

Now, the couple should take care of themselves first. In their past lives, they both did it for their children, but neither of them had a good ending.

People should be a little selfish. Good people don't get good rewards, while bad people live a thousand years. It's better for them to be bad people.

Just as Mi Ruolan finished eating the orange, Jie Shuisheng brought in a basin of hot water.

"Soak your feet first. It's so cold outside. If you don't soak your feet, they'll be freezing cold when you go to sleep."

Mi Ruolan naturally lifted her foot, and Jie Shuisheng skillfully put his wife's foot into the basin, washing and massaging it for her.

This behavior has become a habit over the past year.

As soon as Jie Heping and the others entered, they saw their father washing their stepmother's feet. He was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped. How could a man wash a woman's feet?

"Dad, how can you wash a woman's feet? What will people think of us if they see this?" These words revealed a deep disdain for women.

He was genuinely shocked, completely forgetting about his father, whom he usually feared the most.

Although the Xie family did not have a serious preference for sons over daughters.

But what men should do and what women should do are clearly distinguished, as if it would be shameful for men to do what women are supposed to do.

For example, cooking, washing dishes, and doing laundry are all women's jobs. Men only do physical labor outside the home, and at home they chop wood, slaughter pigs, kill chickens, and so on.

Seeing that his eldest son showed no respect for Ruolan, Shuisheng picked up a shoe from the side and threw it at him.

Jie Heping dodged suddenly, and the shoe hit him squarely on the thigh, making him yell out in pain.

When Jie Hefen saw that her older brother had been hit by her father's shoe, she angrily shouted, "Father, why did you hit my older brother? Was my older brother wrong?"

"Xiaoyu and the others are right. Once there's a stepmother, there's a stepfather. When this stepmother first married into our family, she pretended to be nice to us, but look at her now, her true colors are showing."

"Was it your stepmother who stirred things up so you're not close to us?"

“You didn’t treat us like this when my mother was still alive. You were also good to us before my stepmother married into the family. But now that you’ve been with my stepmother for a while, you’ve become mean to us. Why should you treat us like this?”

He Fen thought her father was good because he didn't care about them.

Now that her father is strict with them, she thinks he treats them badly.

Jie and Fen had wanted to say this for a long time. She just didn't like her stepmother. When their mother was alive, they didn't have to wash their own clothes or cook.

But after the stepmother married the father, she initially pretended to be quite decent and treated them well. However, as time went on, her true colors were revealed.

What Jie and Fen said was rather unreasonable. Didn't they realize that when their mother was alive, how old were they? What could they possibly do?

Now the oldest of them is eleven years old, and the youngest is nine.

In this day and age, what rural child of ten or so doesn't do chores? If you don't do chores, do you think we'll treat you like a city person?

They really have no idea what to expect.

Perhaps feeling wronged, this time, He Fen poured out all the grievances she had been holding in.

“Dad wasn’t like this to us before, but ever since this stepmother gave birth to my little brother, you’ve been treating us badly.”

"They even make us come to our stepmother's house every night before we go to bed. She's not our biological mother, so why should I come to her?"

This is what He Fen is most indignant about; she doesn't know what her father was thinking.

They were given a rule to pay their respects in the morning and evening, and they had to come to her place according to her schedule. She would get up early and then arrange the tasks for each person to do each day.

If the stepmother gets up late in the morning, you must not disturb her early sleep. As for any tasks not assigned for the day, just do the tasks assigned the previous day.

Before going to bed at night, they also had to review the day's work with their stepmother, and wait for her to finish her lecture before they could go to sleep.

They filled their days to the brim.

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