Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Li Chunhua saw He Mu, and sitting next to him were Zhao Fu and Zhao Feng. At the same time, He Mu also saw her.

The two looked at each other. A hint of surprise flashed in He Mu's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. Then, as if he didn't recognize her, he looked away and closed his eyes to rest.

On the surface, He Mu appeared calm, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil, as could be seen from his rapid breathing, though he was trying his best to suppress it.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for several years, Li Chunhua had become the wife of a wealthy family. The old man she was helping was probably her husband.

Seeing her dressed so smartly and looking even younger than before, while I was so poor and destitute.

Also, the chubby little boy standing next to her looks just like her; he's probably her son.

I used to hate her for abandoning her husband and children for money, but now when I see her again, I feel that hatred has disappeared. Instead, I feel sorry for her for following an old man for money.

Li Chunhua seemed somewhat flustered, with a thousand thoughts clashing in her mind.

Unexpectedly, He Mu was also here. Seeing his indifferent expression, as if he didn't recognize her, Li Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.

Logically, she should have been happy, since she no longer had to fear He Mu exposing her in public. But for some reason, Li Chunhua felt a little annoyed.

Zhao Fu sat next to him. He hadn't seen him for several years; Zhao Fu had grown quite a bit taller, but looked dark-skinned and thin.

Li Chunhua glanced at Qiao Dun next to her. He was fair-skinned and chubby. The contrast between the two children was too great.

Poor Zhao Fu!

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Qiao Tai sensed that Li Chunhua had stopped and couldn't help but turn around to look at her.

She was staring straight ahead, and Qiao Tai followed her gaze. He saw a man sitting there with his eyes closed, resting, with a little boy and a girl sitting next to him.

"Madam, are you alright? What are you looking at?" Qiao Tai raised his voice, looking puzzled.

"Ah~ Ah~" Li Chunhua realized what was happening and quickly covered it up, saying, "It's nothing! I think the little boy inside looks like Zhao Lian's brother. I haven't seen him for a few years, he's grown quite a bit!"

Hearing her say that, Qiao Tai didn't suspect anything, after all, she had indeed met Zhao Fu a few years ago.

Zhao Lian, walking behind, saw everything and said with a half-smile, "It seems that Madam Qiao really likes Zhao Fu. She still misses him after not seeing him for several years. But Zhao Fu probably doesn't remember you." After saying that, Zhao Lian ignored Li Chunhua and went inside by herself.

Upon hearing Zhao Lian's words, Li Chunhua felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart with a needle, and her heart ached faintly.

The group went inside and each found a place to sit down.

The beggars, seeing the men who looked like wealthy gentlemen entering, dared not entertain any ideas.

Because these people seemed to know the group that came in before them.

Zhao Fu noticed that the short, plump woman who came in behind him kept glancing in his direction, and he asked He Mu curiously, "Father, does that woman know you? Why does she keep looking at you?"

He Mu opened his eyes and stared straight at Zhao Fu: "Zhao Fu, do you know him?"

Zhao Fu shook his head: "I don't know him!"

He Mu closed his eyes: "That's right, even Dad doesn't recognize her."

Zhao Feng opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the words remained unspoken.

When the woman came in, she recognized her at a glance; it was her stepmother, Li Chunhua.

She abandoned her father and Zhaofu back then. Zhaofu was only four years old at the time and didn't remember anything. Six or seven years later, Zhaofu had forgotten her, but she remembered it clearly.

Unexpectedly, Li Chunhua became Mrs. Qiao. It seems that Zhao Lian had known about this all along.

Looking back, Zhao Lian took Zhao Fu away twice, saying she was going to take him to the Qiao residence. I was puzzled, but now that I see Li Chunhua, I understand everything.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian had kept this a secret from her as well, never revealing her stepmother's whereabouts over the years. Zhao Feng felt a pang of resentment.

Li Chunhua seemed to sense someone staring intently at her. She looked in that direction and was immediately taken aback. She hadn't expected that He Qing was there too.

There were several girls sitting next to her. One of them looked familiar, like Zhao Di. She didn't recognize the other two, but guessed they were probably He Qing's daughters.

Li Chunhua carefully examined the dilapidated temple but did not see any other members of the He family, which made her somewhat puzzled.

It would be understandable if Zhao Lian hadn't told the old woman the news.

Unexpectedly, He Mu didn't even tell his parents this. In her memory, He Mu was a very filial son, and she never thought that he would abandon his parents.

Upon hearing that Zhao Lian had returned, Liu Jinzhu immediately opened the door. The moment he opened it, everyone was stunned to see Li Chunhua.

"is her!"

Seeing her husband's surprised expression, Sun Shangxiang couldn't help but look over. She never expected that Li Chunhua would become a wealthy woman.

Unexpectedly, the Liu family was also there. Li Chunhua came to her senses and acted as if nothing had happened. She walked around the house, trying to find a clean place to sit down, but the house was dilapidated and covered in cobwebs.

Li Chunhua couldn't help but mutter, "Sir, how can we sit here? It's so dirty everywhere!"

The master sent all the maids and servants away, and he had no one to serve him.

"Hey, isn't this Li Chunhua? When did you become a rich lady?"

Yan Guihua glanced at Li Chunhua sideways, her eyes darting back and forth between Li Chunhua and Qiao Tai.

Qiao Tai looked surprised: "Auntie, you know Chunhua?"

"I don't know her!" Yan Guihua's smile vanished.

"Mother~" Liu Jinzhu tugged at Yan Guihua: "Let's take a look at Zhaolian first."

Li Chunhua's heart was in her throat, fearing that Yan Guihua would say something. When she heard that Yan Guihua didn't recognize her, she breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, saying, "Sir, I guess it's just that I look a bit like someone she knows."

"Really?" But Qiao Tai didn't think much of it.

Butler Su placed a broken door panel on the ground, swept off the dust, and let Qiao Tai and Li Chunhua, mother and son, sit down. Then, he took out some flatbread from his bundle.

"Master, Madam, would you like a piece of cake?"

"Hurry up and give it to me, I'm starving!" Qiao Dun snatched the pancake away.

"Young master, don't be in a hurry, this old servant has more!" Afraid that Qiao Dun would drop the pancakes on the ground, Steward Su quickly reminded him.

Li Chunhua frowned: "Dun'er, how many times have I told you to eat? You are the young master of the Qiao family, you should eat with manners!"

Zhao Lian rolled her eyes. "Young Master? They've all fled."

On Friday, I watched them eat and drink with longing eyes; they hadn't eaten anything for almost two days.