<h4>Chapter 480: Chapter 479: Teaching Shen Ban a Lesson</h4><h4></h4>
Pei Yang’s face was a canvas of displeasure, "Wear the watch I gave you."
Although Shen Mingzhu found the men’spetition for favor both speechless and amusing, she still coaxed instinctively, "I’ll wear yours tomorrow."
"Every day?"
Shen Mingzhu thought for a moment, "Tomorrow’s Thursday, so I’ll wear yours every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday."
"And Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday?"
Shen Mingzhu nced at him without speaking, her expression clearly asking why he was fussing over details.
Pei Yang felt aggrieved, "Why does that little rascal get one more day than me? I don’t ept this."
The two of them together acted no older than ten.
"So, you take the even days, and the son takes the odd ones, happy now?"
"I want the odd numbers."
Pei Yang was mentally doing the math; after all, the longer months had 31 days, and odd days outnumbered even ones by quite a few.
Shen Mingzhu reminded him, "Tomorrow’s the 18th."
Pei Yang choked, "I won’tpete for a temporary advantage."
"Suit yourself, but move aside so I can serve the soup."
"I’ll do it."
Eager to please, Pei Yang offered his help, and Shen Mingzhu, more than happy to rx, shoved a pair of heat-resistant gloves into his hands.
After dinner and cutting the cake, Pei Yang had to return to the store to continue working.
The store stayed open until 8:30 p.m., and he hade back specially to celebrate Shen Mingzhu’s birthday.
Shen Mingzhu ced the remaining half of the birthday cake into the trunk of his car, asking him to share it with Pei Ke and the employees.
"Don’t eat it in the store to keep bugs and rats away," she warned.
Pei Yang agreed with his words, and while making sure no one was around, he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips.
"Happy Birthday. I’lle back to keep youpany after work," he said.
"Okay, get going," she replied.
"Mhm."
Watching the car disappear into the night, Shen Mingzhu turned and went back into the house, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.
Pei Ziheng was standing in front of the dining table, tiptoeing to tidy up the dishes and cutlery.
Guoguo knelt on a dining chair, passing the chopsticks and bowls one by one to her brother.
Watching this scene, Shen Mingzhu’s eyes inexplicably welled up with warmth.
Time flies so fast, it seemed like the kids had grown up in the blink of an eye.
As she was about to join them, the telephone in the living room rang.
It was Zhou Shuhuan on the line.
"Pei Yang’s gone to the store, page him there; remember the number..."
After jotting down Pei Yang’s pager number, Zhou Shuhuan continued, "Sister-inw, give me your pager number as well, just in case I can’t reach Pei Yang in the future, I can contact you."
Shen Mingzhu reported her own pager number as well.
Just as she was about to hang up, she heard Zhou Shuhuan wish her a "Happy Birthday."
Shen Mingzhu was surprised, but then it urred to her that he must have heard it from Shen Ban, so she didn’t dwell on it.
Zhou Shuhuan leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to that absurd dream.
In the dream, he and Shen Mingzhu were husband and wife, and every year on this day he would celebrate her birthday.
Shen Mingzhu had also given birth to a daughter for him.
Their daughter’s name was Niuniu.
Unbearably adorable.
It was only when the cigarette burned his fingers that Zhou Shuhuan’s thoughts snapped back from the dreand.
He didn’t know why he had such a dream, whether it was fate or the regret and dissatisfaction in his heart.
Yes, he was full of regret.
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Countless sleepless nights filled with dreams, he wondered why he hadn’t chosen Shen Mingzhu in the first ce.
How wonderful it would have been if he had married Shen Mingzhu instead.
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As night engulfed the world in silence, all sounds ceased.
Exhausted from the day’s toil, Shen Bany in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She was furious.
She finally understood why Shen Mingzhu always managed to outshine her, and it made her heart and lungs ache with frustration.
They both had dreams, so why were Shen Mingzhu’s dreams more fragrant and beautiful than hers?
Shen Mingzhu dreamt of all kinds of opportunities to get rich, while her dreams were muddled and unclear.
Aside from knowing that Pei Yang would die young and Zhou Shuhuan would prosper, she dreamt of nothing else.
Why should that be?
Could it be that her sleeping posture was incorrect?
What was Shen Mingzhu’s sleeping posture again?
Shen Ban racked her brain and finally remembered.
At the age of ten, she had seen Shen Mingzhu taking a nap, lying on her stomach, with drool soaking the pillow. She had made a joke out of it, and Shen Mingzhu had been ridiculed for a long time because of what she said.
Shen Ban promptly turned over andy on her stomach to sleep, mimicking Shen Mingzhu, to see if she could dream of opportunities to make fortune.
Three dayster.
When Shen Mingzhu saw Shen Ban, who hade looking for her, she was taken aback.
Shen Ban’s face was sallow, with lifeless eyes, and two enormous dark circles that could rival a giant panda’s.
Shen Ban was full of mncholy.
She hadin on her stomach for three days straight, not only feeling suffocated but also unable to sleep.
She had to work during the day and couldn’t rest properly at night; she was nearly at her breaking point.
But she was not ready to give up, so she decided to confront Shen Mingzhu and demand answers.
"Shen Mingzhu, I know everything now, your secret."
Shen Ban spoke with certainty, a smug look on her face as if there was no way Shen Mingzhu could deceive her.
Shen Mingzhu’s first thought was that her identity as a transmigrated individual had been exposed, but she was not panicked.
Even if she adamantly denied it, what could Shen Ban do?
"You’ve dreamt it too, haven’t you? Dreamt that Pei Yang will die, that Zhou Shuhuan will be prosperous."
Shen Mingzhu remained calm, not taking Shen Ban’s bait, and waited patiently like a hunter for Shen Ban to reveal more information.
Shen Ban took her silence as a confirmation, her emotions suddenly intensifying.
"Exactly, how after you got married into the city did you change one hundred and eighty degrees. In the countryside, not even cooking or feeding the dog was to your taste, but once you were in the city, suddenly, you had great skills and even learned to do business. All of that you learned from my man, right?"
Shen Mingzhu was bewildered, "Why would I learn from him?"
"Why pretend? You and Shuhuan lived a lifetime together in your dreams. You’ve shared a bed night after night, how could you not know what he’s done? All those money-making methods, you learned from him, didn’t you? Shen Mingzhu, you have no shame; you’re married to Pei Yang and still longing for my man, exploiting him to make money."
The amount of information in this paragraph was overwhelming, even with Shen Mingzhu prepared, it took her a while to digest.
She suddenly understood.
Why Shen Ban kept saying she had let Pei Yang go for her sake.
Because, in Shen Ban’s prophetic dream, it wasn’t she who married Zhou Shuhuan, it was the original host. It seemed Zhou Shuhuan became quite sessful in his career, making a lot of money, which provided the original host with a good life.
However, Shen Ban, having married Pei Yang, became a widow at an early age and lived an unsatisfactory life.
With Shen Ban’spetitive nature, she could not tolerate such an oue and plotted to have the original host fall into the water, iming Zhou Shuhuan, the promising candidate, in advance.
Everything finally made sense.
But Shen Ban did not expect that the original host had already passed away due to that fall into the water, and her body was taken over by a modern person from forty yearster.
"Shen Mingzhu, I won’t hold the past against you, but you must tell me everything you dreamt about. Zhou Shuhuan is my man, and all his money-making methods should be mine!"
With a mindset to teach Shen Ban a lesson and to vent the original host’s resentment, Shen Mingzhu finally spoke —
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