A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

Tiger was as happy as a child.

I feel recognized.

Jiang Zheyuan gently shook his head.

Seeing that Shao Wanwan didn't seem inclined to take out any more thermos cups, I was a little disappointed.

She gently tugged at Shao Wanwan's sleeve. "What about mine? I sold one more than him."

Sister Zhao watched them with a smile.

Shao Wanwan felt a little embarrassed, "Why are you acting like a child?"

Jiang Zheyuan was stunned. He probably hadn't heard this in a century. Everyone said he was steady and mature.

"Then... what about mine?" Jiang Zheyuan's lips curved slightly, his usually cool voice carrying a hint of coquetry.

Shao Wanwan couldn't stand him anymore, and somewhat embarrassedly took out her thermos and handed it to Jiang Zheyuan.

"Why is there another box for me..." Jiang Zheyuan wondered as he prepared to open it.

"Take it back and take it apart," Shao Wanwan quickly stopped her.

If this thermos is opened now, Sister Zhao and Tiger will definitely make a fuss about it.

Jiang Zheyuan immediately understood and readily accepted the thermos cup, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Sister Zhao joined in the fun at this moment, "Little sister, where's mine?"

Shao Wanwan was amused. "Sis, you come too. I didn't buy yours."

Sister Zhao immediately started making a fuss, "No way, I only like the ones you give me. You have to give me one too."

Shao Wanwan sighed helplessly, then took one out of her bag. "Hehe, how could there not be one for you? It's the same style as mine, just a different color. We'll use matching couple mugs."

Sister Zhao laughed heartily. After meeting Shao Wanwan, she began to find life interesting.

Not only did they earn money, they also received a lot of care.

She used to run her small shop alone, taking care of her child, living in fear every day, afraid that she wouldn't be able to do business, afraid that Li Shuai wouldn't be able to go to school and would be as uneducated as she was.

But now she feels no fear, only boundless anticipation for the future.

She could also earn a lot of money and give herself and her son a good life.

She no longer worries about threats from her man.

She could afford the rent and had some savings.

Sister Zhao suddenly hugged Shao Wanwan, "Little sister, thank you. The happiest thing for me last year was having you as my little sister."

Shao Wanwan gently patted Sister Zhao's back.

They didn't say anything.

There is strength in numbers.

The thermos cups were sold out in less than three hours.

The night market is only about a 20-minute walk from the convenience store.

Sister Zhao urged them on, saying, "You young people must have other activities to do. Don't worry about me, I'll ride my tricycle back by myself. You guys go have fun."

They couldn't persuade Sister Zhao otherwise, so they dropped her off at the school gate and left quickly.

No sooner had they left than Zhao's man suddenly appeared, grabbed her hair, and yanked her off the tricycle. "You slut! No wonder you've been all smiles lately, turns out you've been flirting with students from school. Look at yourself, you're so old, and you're still so indecent. I spit on you..."

As he spoke, he began slapping Sister Zhao's face.

Then he punched and kicked Sister Zhao.

Before opening her small shop, Sister Zhao was frequently subjected to domestic violence by her husband.

Since we opened a small shop, and because I mostly slept with Li Shuai in the attic of the shop, I went back less often and got beaten less.

Her boyfriend had previously chased her to the school and beaten her because he thought she earned too little each month.

I also have to subsidize her myself.

Now, I can earn money on my own.

Sister Zhao really couldn't understand why she had to be beaten.

She never resisted before, but this time, she was furious and pushed Li Bing to the ground.

Sister Zhao is actually quite robust and strong, the kind of woman with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

Li Bing is very thin and small. He is about the same height as Sister Zhao, but weighs only two-thirds of Sister Zhao.

So, every time Sister Zhao was beaten, she never thought of fighting back.

Because it's a small gate of the school, there aren't many students coming and going, but it's still visible to others.

For the first time, Sister Zhao felt her face turn red and hot, and for the first time, she experienced a dull pain that was even more painful than being punched.

She had just earned less than two hundred yuan from selling thermos cups.

It would take Li Bing half a month to earn this much.

But she was still the one who got beaten up.

Sister Zhao went completely mad, straddling Li Bing, then pressing down hard on his neck and choking him with all her might, "You...you're insane, you want to kill your husband, Li Shuai will have a murderer as his mother in the future."

Li Bing coughed and struggled to speak.

Upon hearing this, Sister Zhao suddenly regained her senses and was able to hear the sounds again.

She let go.

"If you ever hit me again, I'll kill you with a kitchen knife. If you still want to get married, then don't do it. If you do it again, we'll get a divorce." Zhao Jie's face was covered in tears. Then she slowly got up, got back on her tricycle, and slowly pedaled away.

Li Bing watched Zhao Hui's departing figure, stomping his feet in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Because now, most of the family's income comes from Zhao Hui's earnings.

Li Bing always felt that it was after that girl named Shao Wanwan gave her guidance that she became harder to control. He had seen TV dramas before, which said that to catch a thief, you must first catch the king. Zhao Hui was not afraid of him now and was willing to fight him to the death, but she regarded that college student named Shao Wanwan as her own, and she was extremely fond of her. So he used Shao Wanwan as his target.

After thinking it over, he turned around and went to a hardware store in a residential area not far from the school.

Zhao Hui rode her tricycle back to the convenience store and looked at her son, who was already fast asleep.

There were bruises on her arms and face, and tears kept falling down her face.

She thought things were starting to get better, but why, why was she still being beaten despite her hard work to earn money?

Zhao Hui felt that she really couldn't live like this anymore.

The thought of divorce popped into her head for the first time.

But she immediately rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

No, that's too embarrassing. If Li Shuai loses his father, will he go astray in the future? What if he can't find a wife? He'll definitely blame her later.

"Mom, are you crying?" Li Shuai rubbed his eyes.

Zhao Hui immediately wiped away her tears. "Why are you awake? Did Mom wake you up? I wasn't crying. I was just a little tired, so I washed my face with cold water."

Although Li Shuai wasn't particularly hardworking in his studies, he was well-behaved and sensible. He knew she worked hard, and even though his family ran a small shop, he never asked for anything.

She had to endure it for the sake of her child. Once the child was an adult and married, she was determined to divorce that useless, deadbeat man.

As Zhao Hui was thinking this, she realized her stomach was rumbling.

She opened the cloth bag she used to carry things and saw the thermos cup that Shao Wanwan had given her.

She shook the thermos and found that it was actually full of things.

Then she unscrewed the lid, and there was a large cup of white fungus porridge.

Because it's still warm in the thermos.

Zhao Hui felt tears welling up again, but she held them back and asked Li Shuai to bring a bowl so they could share the food.

Shao Wanwan followed Jiang Zheyuan and Hu Zi to the city.

The city was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations for New Year's Day.

The square was brightly lit and packed with people, three or four deep.