Chapter 68: Their Malicious Intentions

Qian Zihan and Zhu Caihong had sneaked out of school, hoping to capture Shen Chutang being utterly defeated on camera. Their plan was to post the photos on the school forum and make her the laughingstock of the entire affiliated high school. However, they arrived too late. All they saw was Zihan’s godbrother fleeing with his group, while Shen Chutang was still chatting with the students from Class Z.

Zhu Caihong couldn’t help but whisper, “What’s going on? It doesn’t look like Shen Chutang is hurt at all.”

At that moment, Zihan’s godbrother called. “Zihan, this Shen Chutang you mentioned is way too formidable. You’d better handle her yourself!”

“But, brother, I—”

Before she could finish, the line went dead. Enraged and frustrated, Qian Zihan had nowhere to vent her anger.

Zhu Caihong anxiously asked, “What should we do now?”

Qian Zihan had no good ideas either and could only head back. But when Shen Tingting saw the photo, she immediately came up with a plan.

…

That evening, Yan Ruyu arrived at the staff office as promised. She saw Shen Chutang hand him a small bottle. “These are the pills I developed—two in total. And this is an ointment I made as well.

“Take one pill this week and use the ointment to see how it works. If it helps, save the other pill for the next time you have an allergic reaction.

“Also, your family is growing both Sweet Osmanthus and Rosa Fruit at home, right? Tell them to stop. That way, your allergy problem will be solved.”

Yan Ruyu stared at her in astonishment. “Teacher, how did you know we have those plants at home?”

Shen Chutang smiled. “Because I’m just that good. Now go eat, then get ready for evening study.”

“Alright!” Yan Ruyu was so excited. He suddenly remembered that his family had started growing those two plants back when he was in middle school.

He’d been troubled by this problem for so many years, and now it could finally be solved!

—

After school, just as Shen Chutang was about to get in the car to go home, her phone rang. She recognized the number—it was Qizai.

“Qiqi, what’s wrong?”

Qizai’s voice was choked with sobs. “Miss, they… they bullied my mom!”

Shen Chutang’s brow furrowed slightly. “Who?”

“It’s the Madam,” Qizai whispered, clearly having snuck away to make the call. “My mom took me to register at school. The Madam and her people promised to write a recommendation letter for us, but only if my mom kowtowed a hundred times. My mom did it, but then they went back on their word.”

Shen Chutang quickly grasped the situation. “Don’t worry. You’re a little man now, protect your mother. I’ll be there soon!”

Arriving at the Shen family estate, Shen Chutang immediately saw a large table set up in the hall, surrounded by a dozen people eating, drinking, and making merry—a vibrant scene.

But in the courtyard, Wang Shaofen was kneeling on the ground, her forehead bloodied, her posture humble and abject—a stark contrast to the lively festivities inside.

Shen Chutang stepped forward and helped her up. “There’s no need to kneel.”

Wang Shaofen looked up in surprise. “Miss, why are you here?”

Shen Chutang asked, “What happened?”

Tears welled in Wang Shaofen’s eyes. “It’s about Qiqi starting school. The schools here require recommendation letters from reputable people before they’ll admit him. Given our situation, the only person I could turn to was Madam Shen.”

Recalling what Qizai had just told her, Shen Chutang immediately understood that Liu Shuhua was making things difficult on purpose.

“Qiqi, take your mother to rest.”

Obediently, Qiqi came forward and gently helped Wang Shaofen aside.

—

When Shen Chutang entered the main hall, everyone finally noticed the unexpected guest.

Sitting at the head of the table was the Old Madam Shen. To her left was Shen Xuejun’s younger brother, Shen Xueshi, and his family. To her right were Shen Xuejun’s own family. The Old Madam’s daughter, Shen Meili, was still in prison.

So, the moment the Old Madam saw Shen Chutang, her face was full of displeasure.

“So this is Shen Chutang?” Shen Xuejun immediately nodded. “Yes, that’s her.”

No one seemed surprised by her arrival.

The Old Madam spoke sternly, “As expected, children raised outside are so ill-mannered—they can’t even offer a proper greeting!”

Shen Chutang was unfazed. “You’ve lived in comfort all these years. Did you ever once visit your granddaughter who was outside for twenty years? Now you accuse me of being rude?”

The Old Madam slammed her hand on the table. “Outrageous! Is this any way to speak to your grandmother?”

Shen Chutang replied indifferently, “I’m sorry, but I only found out what Shen Xuejun looked like a month ago, and as for you—I don’t know you at all.”

Liu Shuhua gently took the Old Madam’s hand. “Mother, there’s no need to get so worked up over her. Be careful of your health.”

Then, with a sweet smile, she looked at Shen Chutang. “Since you’re here, have a seat. We were just about to call you.”

A weasel wishing the chicken a happy New Year—surely up to no good!

Shen Chutang immediately sensed their malicious intentions.