Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"So handsome, Mom. Mom, don't you think I'm handsome?"

Pei Hui did something he'd picked up from who-knows-where: he formed his hands into a flower shape and placed his face in the middle. He deliberately looked at her with a pitiful expression, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Handsome. Just print out the photos for me, except for the few that are blurry, I want them all."

Jiang Zhuhua paid the money promptly.

"Uncle, could you take some pictures of me and my mom?"

Pei turned around and took the initiative to step forward, tugging at the hem of a photographer's clothes.

The photographer, however, looked towards the adults in the child's family, since it was the adults who should be responsible for paying.

Jiang Zhuhua nodded with a smile on his lips.

A tall, elegant beauty and a fair-skinned, adorable child. No matter how you photograph them, as long as it's not under bright, strange lighting, they'll look beautiful.

The photographer has been in this business for a while now, and he's rarely seen anyone this beautiful, so he was in a great mood while taking the photos.

People like this don't need to pick the right angle for their photos; they can take pictures that look great no matter what they do. They earn money easily, and the photos make them feel good too.

Jiang Zhuhua held Pei Hui in his arms, and they both looked at the camera.

The instant the shutter clicked, Pei Hui leaned over and gently kissed his mother's cheek.

He didn't know what this feeling was now, but when he grew up, he suddenly realized that from this moment on, he was truly brought into the real world. His feet were finally on solid ground.

Jiang Zhuhua was a little stunned, but then he smiled gently.

When a child begins to love her, then he will belong to her.

From that moment on, she also began to feel a little bit of home.

Jiang Zhuhua took the children to see a hot pot restaurant.

"I plan to open a hot pot restaurant here as a pilot store. If all goes well, our hot pot restaurants will be available all over the country and even abroad."

The room was a mess. When the gym moved out, there were all sorts of posters and drink bottles left behind. But the space was large enough that your voice would echo.

The bright overhead light clearly illuminates this open space.

The hot pot restaurant has two floors; you go up from the inside. Downstairs is a billiards room, which hasn't been moved out yet.

"But there are so many food stalls here."

Pei Hui looked down from the upper floor. The hot pot restaurant was on a rather high floor, but he could still see the stalls set up below.

"An'an, look into the distance."

Jiang Zhuhua gently turned his face away.

The hot pot restaurant wasn't on the ground floor; it was on a higher floor. Looking out the window, you could see countless lights, a dazzling display of lights, and cars flowing like ribbons of the Milky Way.

"An'an, guess how many people are willing to pay for the beautiful scenery outside?"

Hot pot can cater to the everyday, down-to-earth market, or it can cater to the high-end market.

Jiang Zhuhua's status is different now, and he comes into contact with different people, so of course he should take advantage of this status to make money off them.

Jiang Zhuhua took Pei Hui to another place, behind which was a whole abandoned playground.

"The food street here is very lively, isn't it? It's inconvenient for cars to get in. But look at this playground, there are main roads leading out from here."

Pei Hui followed the gaze and looked over.

He couldn't fully understand these things yet; he just thought they were amazing.

"But there's no way to get here from downstairs."

Pei Hui glanced at the dark playground, fully displaying his childlike curiosity.

"No, we can have parking attendants at the entrance."

Jiang Zhuhua's target audience isn't the average person, but they will definitely target the average person later, making affordable food. But not now.

After asking one question, he moved on to the next. Pei Hui then asked what a parking attendant was.

Li Jiao gave him those two floors as a gift; Jiang Zhuhua only bought the abandoned playground at the back. She was willing to do those things because she valued this space.

Furthermore, although there is a food street downstairs, the environment is not messy. It will not affect the cleanliness of her area.

There won't be any other smells even on higher floors.

Pei Hui listened, seemingly understanding but not quite, finding the subject rather interesting.

The two chatted casually for a while longer before preparing to head back.

They drove here, and parked their car quite far away, so naturally they'll have to drive back now.

"Can I borrow your car?"

Just as Pei Hui sat down in the seat, Jiang Zhuhua was about to drive when the car keys were suddenly taken from his hand, and he was pushed aside.

These things happened so suddenly that when Jiang Zhuhua reached for the car keys, he couldn't even grab them; they slipped from his hand.

She recognized who had snatched the car keys—Shen Lin. The one who loved to drink.

He even smelled strongly of alcohol.

He got into the car and locked the doors and windows from the inside. Jiang Zhuhua then started smashing the car from the outside and even used his cell phone.

However, the original owner replaced all the car windows with shatterproof glass. The phone screen was cracked, but it didn't break.

In that short time, he started the car and floored the gas pedal, without even caring that he was in the city.

"Fuck you."

Jiang Zhuhua was so angry that he threw his phone away, but it only hit the back of the car.

"Brother Shen!"

A group of young people around Shen Lin's age followed closely behind, but they could only see the back of the car and could only shout from where they were.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at it and saw a key. If he remembered correctly, it belonged to a very well-known motorcycle brand.

Jiang Zhuhua quickly walked a few steps toward them, then forcefully pulled the keys into his own hand, his face grim as he asked them.

"Where did you park your car?"

The red-haired youth paused for a moment, then pointed in a direction. Jiang Zhuhua strode over there.

He put on his helmet, hopped on the bike, and sped off.

Starting the car takes time, and the group of young people looked at each other, none of them coming forward to stop them.

The main problem is that the car owners aren't in a hurry; they're just standing there asking questions.

"What are you doing? Isn't this robbery?"

"Let's follow and see."

The red-haired youth's palms were still a little sore; the woman had simply yanked the keys away. He spoke these words with almost no hesitation.

However, since this is in the city, they still need to be mindful of their driver's licenses.

Jiang Zhuhua followed the car in front, leaving the crowd and driving onto the national highway. There weren't many cars on the highway at this time, and Shen Lin probably floored the accelerator, causing the car to shoot off like an arrow.

Jiang Zhuhua lowered his body, focusing intently on the car in front. However, some turns were inconvenient without knee pads. He could only do his best.

In the darkness, the two cars were locked in a tight standoff.

Jiang Zhuhua had no way to force the other car to stop; sometimes the two cars were side by side. Shen Lin acted like he didn't care about his life, not even stepping on the brakes.

He might not care about his life, but the others did. Jiang Zhuhua could only follow closely behind.

After exiting the national highway, the car soon turned onto a mountain road. Jiang Zhuhua could only drive more carefully.

The car had to slow down.